Recent content by Kiyomi Tyr

___Kiyomi glanced up at John as he laid his hand over hers. She smiled weakly at him as their gazes met, turning her palm up as he intertwined their fingers. ___"Thanks," she replied. "I'll let you know after I think on it some more. I don't want to exclude it immediately, especially since it's...

___John had her there. For as long as they had been together, he had never been one for ostentatious restaurants or opulent houses outside of when Kiyomi wanted to go. When it came to taste, the two of them couldn't be more different from one another. ___"Good point," she chuckled. "I suppose...

___"Excuse you? What is that supposed to mean?" Kiyomi asked with a scoff at John's initial statement. She knew that their spats would influence Anya's opinion of politics, but to have it laid so bare in front of her was a reality check she hadn't expected. The woman believed that while she and...

___Kiyomi pursed her lips thoughtfully as John informed her of entering the new Republic to a vote. While she felt like her spouse and the entirety of Ord Mantell were rushing into this, it wasn't her place to protest. After all, she was the senator for an entirely different planet, and even if...

___"Oh!" Kiyomi declared as John elaborated on the differences between pre- and post-workout routines, including an unmistakable undertone of theatric shock. "I am so very sorry. I'll be sure to make a mental note of the differences for future references," she jested, smirking as John stood up...

___Kiyomi's ears flicked as John inquired about Anya. He didn't question the events that had put her in her current situation; for that, she was grateful. There were many times when he intrinsically knew that she didn't want to speak at length about the occurrences of the day, and this was one...

___"A very long day," Kiyomi replied, accepting John's hand as she lowered herself into the seat. Once she was situated, the Fiani released John's hand to take the glass of wine he poured for her. She lifted the glass to her lips to take a slow, measured sip as her other hand reached into one of...

Location: Ord Mantell ___A lengthy, languid sigh passed through Kiyomi's lips as she opened the front door to the house and stepped inside. Another long day of senate hearings and intellectual debates was enough to tire anybody out, especially when someone stood on the side of peace in a galaxy...

___"You'll stare at any pretty girl," Kiyomi deflected, playfully sticking out her tongue as John moved back to his side of the table. She glanced around the establishment at some of the watching patrons, lifting a hand to waggle her fingers in mock greeting. The attention of both senators was...

___No sooner had Kiyomi sat down than she stood back up in virtually one fluid motion. She placed her plate of scones on John's desk before approaching M'Akio. The woman plucked the glass of bourbon from his hand, filled another cup with tea, and neatly slotted that cup into his empty hand...

___As John rose from his seat, Kiyomi's head lifted to watch him join her on the other side of the table. Her petite frame slipped smoothly into his arms, and as his lips met hers again, the moment felt suspended. It was a moment of affirmation, and she was fulfilled for a certain time, though a...

___The implication of sharing a hotel for the night made Kiyomi chuckle again, her gaze splitting away as her eyes deviated to the side with some embarrassment. ___"Maybe. I'll think about it," Kiyomi replied as she looked at John again. When he inquired about her day, she sighed quietly...

___"You look very dashing, yourself," Kiyomi responded, her smile widening. She laid her small hand on John's larger one, lifting her free hand to spread it over his. While he appraised her figure, she appraised their hands, mindful of every distinguishing detail between them. His were coarse...

___When John entered the restaurant, Kiyomi's head shifted to meet his gaze. A warm, happy smile blossomed on her face. The jacket and slacks spoke volumes to her, accustomed as she was at picking up on the nuances and subtleties of his behaviour. He would have appeared underdressed and...

___While John and the Jedi spoke amongst one another, Kiyomi was dutifully at work, assembling a hearty meal for everyone involved. It wasn't long before she returned with menial labour droids ambling behind her, each carrying a tray of food while the last had a pitcher and empty cups. ___"Here...