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Both disparate men instantly turned to catch Kira finally make the scene, a hint of gratification strewn about on each of their faces now that she had returned to shatter the awkward silence that once plagued the room. However, such thoughts of contentment dissolved into regret as she began to...

Several moments of further awkward silence elapsed between them. Given that Kira had yet to arrive back, the Bith began to look upon Eryn with particular doubt. Of course, nothing more than another round of contingent excuses would naturally drain the room of its looming apprehension. First...

The ensemble of his cheeks flushed into yet another thick sheet of red. Whether from anger or blatant embarrassment, both feelings were too mixed across his face for the Bith to possibly tell. Either way, both men were strangely perturbed by her prior remarks, and only hoped to leave the...

Maroon poured through his cheeks, both at the solicitation of her kiss and the exasperating realization of the truth. While attempting to conceal a face livid with embarrassment, the two of his auburn pupils rolled together in bitter reply to her joke. He almost wanted to admonish her for the...

As the doors to the inaugural bank rasped to a broad open, Eryn instantly lit up with curiosity. Feet pressed against the silver lining of a sprawling ivory carpet. Eyes fastened to an ornamental ceiling, enveloped in an intricate mosaic of art. From up above, a lustrous chandelier weaved...

As their hands twined together in enamored yearning, and her words of adoration wreathed around his head, he confided softly. "I know." A smile climbing up the sides of his mouth, he trailed behind her as they stretched into the city, all as his hand held itself around her abating grip...

As she spoke, he could feel a torrent of emotions pour out from the corners of her mouth. Her words were weighted with the strain of truth, recognizable in the pensive inflection of her voice. Knowing Kira, he knew in an instant that her sudden confession was the genuine truth. But, rather than...

He felt her hand stiffen and wedge in the palm of his own. Her ire, a tempest of apprehension and dread, flared from her reserved features. Though easily recognizable through the force, and her imperceptible aura, Eryn caught her feelings smoldering through her body language. Every twitch of her...

"Kira." Her name coasted from the shore of his lips, flushed red by the erstwhile kiss. "It's okay, it's okay. It's been over ten years since she left me. Ten years. And you didn't pressure me into anything, Kira. Really, I was the one who pressured you into this..." His hand grazed against the...

"Hugs just aren't my thing, Kira." The Dark Lord chortled, raising his hands up defensively before dropping them back to his side. "We're Sith, after all." A hint of sarcasm layered in his last retort, Eryn snickered softly alongside his companion. Brushing his open hand through his tousled...

His eyes glowered clumsily down to Kira as she wreathed her chest around him in a seemingly consoling embrace. Though bordering on the fringes of flustered discomfort, he allowed her to cleave onto him further. Whether it was out of typical courtesy, or genuine complacency— Eryn didn't know. All...

Love. The word came as an epiphany. A concept distant in its tone, an idea almost unknown to his conscience. He hadn't known the sensation for years, and now he sat poised against the flushed burrow of Kira, grappling at the once remote feeling as it swelled and climbed within the confines of...

"My wife..." He made an attempt at a feigned chuckle, hoping to conceal the fledging grief at the mention of his long dead lover, but none came. A hazy, stiff crimp of his lips shed from his qualities. Cara: the prime of his life, the cusp of his antiquities. All those memories; those minuscule...

Elapsing beyond the Commander, evidently impassioned at the feeling of mud in his face, Eryn settled himself beside his companion, eying the already cursory progression of the troopers. The essentials of the station would undoubtedly be finished within the day, especially with the aid of...

He held her in such bittersweet embrace. Arms wreathing over her form, delicate and frail to the touch, Eryn sought to console her. His hands reached over to the back of her head, fingers supple as they weaved through the russet chute of her hair. Comforting her, he could not help but shed tears...