Ask An Odd Awakening

[Trael Osso-Drast]

As he got past Azar packing he noticed the man had changed into something formal. Was he planning on leaving? What exactly did Trael do to cause him to not want to be near him? He knew he disliked humans from his ranting at the club. Had he finally begun viewing Trael as just another human?

He felt that it wasn't that after some thought. If not than what? Was it the push? Was he really that upset over a something unintentional? Was Azar truly that petty? A multitude of questions rang through his head as he tried to work through his confusion on the whole situation.

When Azar turned and began speaking it caused even more confusion. "Why does that mean you have to leave?" A look of utter confusion on his face, "When did I ever say I didn't want you around? Misjudged things?" Ever sentence adding to his confusion making it spiral deeper. "A cute girl? Why would I bring a girl here? I already have you here." He was scratching his head trying to peice together everything that was just said.

Then, it hit him. "Wait, did you think I was upset because you are a man? Because if so that's not the case." He now had a concerned tone of voice. "I was simply reminded of things from my past and feelings I would rather avoid feeling again. It was nothing against you directly. Also, I'm sorry for pushing you so roughly I meant to just move you to the side so I could go mope."

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar stared blankly at Trael as he expressed his own confusion. The urge to hit him over the head with a shoe was rising to almost overwhelming levels. His fingers twitched and he glared daggers through him. He opened his mouth to argue on several points, to remind Trael that he was acting odd. What was all that blushing nonsense about? And this was the second time Trael was offended by Azar suggesting that he go for some girl - the first being Nova.

Why did Azar flirting make him mope? What kind of baggage was this guy carrying? Azar could have asked many of those things, but the questions died on his lips. He was walking a fine line between asking clarifying questions and hitting the human over the head with a book, and it was a delicate act.

“What do you want from me, Trael?” Azar asked flatly.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael stared at Azar for a bit after his question. His first thought was to offer sharing the refresher but he quickly scrubbed that away. He didn't quite have the courage to ask that. He then thought to grab the man and kiss him. Again not enough courage. So he resigned to try with his words instead of actions.

"Well I don't want you to leave first of all." He walked over to sit on a chair in the room. "I uhh also want you to help me understand why you are so upset with me." He began to fidget a bit now. "You have made me realize something that I never knew about myself and I don't know why."

He had yet to figure out why Azar made him find men attractive. He also wasn't sure why he felt the way he did towards him. He made a habit of keeping people just close enough to care but not be hurt by their absence. Yet Azar was worming his way past that wall of safety.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

He watched Trael take a seat and explain himself. Azar’s expression softened from the glare the more the human spoke. He stared at Trael, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He had known what he was all his life, so he couldn’t relate to this. But he knew with humans, this could be a touchy topic.

“You don’t question it when you desire women, so why do you question this?” Azar asked simply, “It is no different and doesn’t need any further explanation than that. If you still seek an explanation, it means you hold prejudices that you need to overcome,” He stated curtly, “As for why me..” He smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and across the room from Trael, “Well, I’m rather fabulous, if I do say so myself,” Azar said breezily, chuckling at his own quip.

“I’m not upset with you,” He said, his smile fading so his face was more serious then, “But I’m not going to be the one taking the steps to navigate this for you” He had already opened the door once and it resulted in a shove. Azar said nothing more, leaving the two men at an impasse with one sitting on the bed and the other in a chair.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael seemed to ponder his question a bit, “That, actually makes a lot of sense. I never thought to look at it that way.” He was right he didn’t question it with women. Yet it wasn’t exactly the fact he was a man, but the attachment he felt growing for him. He hadn't felt attached to anyone since he was betrayed, he would need to find out how to navigate it.

His gaze followed Azar as he sat on the bed. His comment made Trael roll his eyes, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. Although I can't disagree with you." He noticed Azar's face go serious as he began stating that he wasn't going to be the one walking the path for him.

He sat and contemplated what he wanted to do before standing up and sitting next to Azar on the bed. "I wasn't trying to make it seem like you were the one who needed to make the steps. I have just been to scared to do so." He would go to lean in to kiss Azar but miss and bump heads with the Pureblood instead. He would put his face in his palms as it began going red. "Of course I would screw it up." He murmured trying to hide his embarrassment.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar expected Trael to just sit there awkwardly and then leave the room. To his surprise, the man actually crossed over and sat down on the bed next to him. He turned to regard Trael in silence, preparing to say something. However, the human leaned in and awkwardly bumped foreheads with Azar. The Pureblood was so surprised he simply stared in silence, blinking for a moment. He started laughing softly, though it was lighthearted and good natured instead of at Trael’s expense.

Azar reached over and gently pried Trael’s hands away from his face. He gazed into his blue eyes, giving Trael and opportunity to run away if he wished. If he didn’t, Azar would slowly lean in to close that last bit of distance to kiss him. He cupped the side of Trael’s face, fingers grazing along his beard as they kissed. It was feathery and light at first, delving into something more passionate only if Trael didn’t back away.

Perhaps it was the way Trael was nervous, or the sense of unknown, or not fully understanding where each man stood, but it felt like kissing someone for the first time. The mustache and beard tickling against his skin was a new sensation he decided he didn’t mind. Azar was tender and gentle, but desire laced into the way he kissed Trael, urges beginning to rapidly rise. Eventually, he had to resist the desire to climb into the man’s lap and he finally drew back.

The Pureblood took a moment to stare at Trael, “Why do you fear your desire if it’s not just because I am a man?” He asked quietly. Azar remained puzzled - if it was a simple matter of wanting to sleep together, what was so terrifying about it?

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was sitting there contemplating running by away from the situation again. He tried to act on his desires and failed miserably. He may have made the decision to face up to his desires but the failure almost completely shattered the little confidence he had.

He was still running through his mind how to deal with this when Azar pried his hands away. He met the Pureblood's stare gazing into his yellow eyes. When Azar leaned in to kiss him Trael would lean in to it. He had decided earlier he wasn't running from this anymore and he had to stick to it. At first it was just a light and supple before going into a more passionate kiss.

This was a completely new experience, one that Trael was enjoying quite a bit. The more they kissed the more he began to desire from the man. Azar was kissing him gently but Trael could feel the mutual desire coming from Azar. As he pulled away Trael would chase him a bit before pulling back himself.

Trael would match the Purebloods gaze as he stared at him. The question that followed confused Trael, "I don't fear my desires. I fear the attachment I'm growing for you. As a Sith every attachment opens you up to betrayal. At least in my experience they do." It was odd for someone to ask these questions of him. Most people would've just fucked him and moved on or robbed him. Azar seemed determined to learn more about his feelings. It was refreshing to have someone curious of what his thought process was.

He had his own question for Azar, "When did you know you were into men?" For Trael it was recently he was still trying to fully come into his new perception of everything. Maybe asking Azar about his own journey may help him on his.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

It was then that Azar paused, staring at Trael in silence. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? The Pureblood had no idea there were deeper things at play here beyond just casual desires from the human. This explained the strange behavior a lot more. Azar looked away briefly, “Every attachment opens you up to betrayal Sith or no Sith. It is part of being alive,” He explained quietly, turning to gaze into those blue eyes again, “It’s always a matter of taking a leap and hoping you land somewhere safe. You can land in the most exquisite waters or a pit of snakes…but you can’t know until you leap,” Azar mused aloud, “There are only two things you can control: The first is who you take the leap for and if they’re worth not knowing what’s waiting for you at the bottom,” He gave a faint smile to Trael then.

Azar didn’t buy into attachments being a weakness, but he was wary of the kinds of holds they could have. He had enough self governance to remove himself from painful situations, but he always bared his chest to the pain if he took that leap. He would take every bite of the snake, he would fall into every thorn, he would let that pit tear him to shreds if that’s where his leap took him. But he would climb out of that pit himself bearing his injuries.

“The second is how you climb out of that pit,” Azar explained, “You can lay in it defeated and never get back up on the ledge to take another leap. Or you can bear your new scars and rise to the top unafraid to take more.”

His thoughts were far away for a moment. It was obvious Azar had felt the sting of attachments himself, but he wouldn’t let it define him and close him off to them. He was distracted by Trael’s next question, resulting in a soft, trilling laugh.

“Since I knew I liked women,” He gave Trael a wink, perhaps surprising him with that detail, “I have always desired both and I never had to think about it. In my culture, such attachments are not frowned upon unless you are strictly gay and refuse to have children. Anything that hinders procreation is considered blasphemous,” He could think of several instances of women and men being killed simply because they refused to ever be with the opposite gender and to contribute to children. Being strictly homosexual especially in a royal household meant certain death if they refused to further the line.

Azar traced his fingers along Trael’s beard before leaning in to nuzzle his face against it. He gave a playful laugh, “I like your beard,” He murmured softly, “Always keep it.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

When Trael began to open up to Azar he wasn't expecting much of a response. He was wrong to do so as Azar gave him a response he could have never anticipated. He was also given a look into the mans philosophy and his views.

He thought for a moment, “Even the most exquisite of waters has the occasional snake in it. Then again that’s what makes finding someone you truly love so amazing.” He mused aloud, “Having someone you’re willing to brave any and every obstacle for must be an amazing experience.”

Trael had yet to find someone he truly was willing to risk it all for. His reservations towards self preservation always taking the forefront. Yet it was a dream he once had hoped would be fulfilled. With each passing year and acquaintances that leave that dream seemed further and further away.

“Sometimes it’s hard to climb out of your pit alone. It takes something to kick your ass into gear.” He chuckled at his own statement. Giving Azar a smile as he seemed to be the one giving him the kick he needed. Maybe attachment’s themselves weren’t the weakness. Perhaps it was the wrong attachments that were.

His smiled stayed as Azar explained his attraction to men. “For me it was just never something I really thought about.” It was a true enough statement. He had the occasional thought of how it might be, but never delved into trying it. “I was taught growing up to be very open minded. My father being an ambassador brought me in contact with many species and people. Though most humans may have reservations towards it, they don’t really mind as long as they are left alone in my opinion.” He could recall a few of the diplomats his father hosted being in same gender relationships. “That sounds rather extreme. Even for a species on the brink of extinction.”

Azar began to trace his beard catching him off guard. It further caught him off guard as he then began to nuzzle it. “I like my beard as well.” He couldn’t help but laugh as Azar made his request. “I will have one as long as I can grow one.”

As he sat there content in the moment when he began to wonder about the man. “You asked me of my goals earlier. I don’t remember asking you the same. So besides Korriban what else do you want as your own?” He might be crushing on Azar but knowing another Siths plans were always a way to stay ahead of any betrayal before it happened.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar remained silent as Trael talked about what love felt like. His mind drifted far from here - it was true, he would do anything for the person he loved, but it came at a great cost to his self preservation, “It’s incredible, but you must limit it to only one individual to avoid multiple avenues of vulnerability,” Azar said. It was very different from normal Pureblood methods of thinking - they were almost always polyamorous and had multiple deep relationships. Azar loved hard, and he would only go that hard for one person at any given time.

When Trael asked about his goals, Azar gave a breezy laugh. He could tell Trael realized he had been sharing a lot about himself, and it began to make him nervous. Likely to Trael’s surprise, Azar had no qualms talking about his plans, “I wish to become King of Korriban,” He declared flatly, “There are many cities I must conquer to take the throne. After Korriban, I will expand my reach across Ziost and Dromund Kaas as well. I have several other ventures such as developing new serums and medicinal products to mass produce across the galaxy for profit,” Azar explained, “My efforts will hopefully allow me to ascend to become a Sith Lord.”

Azar smiled at Trael, having clearly articulated his intentions. He was paranoid about many things, but he wasn’t afraid to lay out exactly what he intended. If anyone chose to get in his way, he would address it then and he had that confidence in himself. He was a man with a vision, and being someone with a vision was far more impressive than someone hiding in the shadows.

“Or perhaps I will die before I get to do any of that,” He said with a shrug, thinking of all the times he put himself in danger thanks to Karys’ drama. Azar stared off at nothing for a moment before remembering they were sitting on the edge of the bed having a serious conversation. He looked at the other man and chuckled to himself, “So what do we do now? Since you stopped me from packing my bags and leaving.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

After he finished giving his opinion on love Azar's statement drew a confused look. "Can you even actually love more than one person? You may feel strongly about multiple people but I doubt they all would draw the same level of devotion." To Trael the concept of polyamory was almost completely foreign. He barely could imagine himself having one wife, let alone multiple. Yet he knew many species practiced it he never could grasp it himself.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He half expected not getting an answer or at most getting an answer as vague as his own. To his complete shock Azar laid out his plans almost step by step. His mind weaved through what information he was given formulating ways to undermine and aid in the taking of the planets. The final statement drew him back from his mental calculations, "Already aiming for Lord? First you have to survive the curse of Master." He gave a light chuckle. Every recent Master had run into some form of calamity usually at the behest of Tempest.

Azar's explanation of his plans did make him think of his own. His focus had been on taking Subterrel and it's mining corporations over. Yet he had heard interesting stories of various warrior cultures. He would have gone for the Mandalorian's yet their failure at Thule had dissuaded him. He needed to find a culture he could bring to heel that would make any enemy fear him.

Trael stretched and laid on the bed as Azar reminded him of death. Death was the bane of all beings, it ended dreams or even caused empires to rise and fall. It was the one thing that truly terrified Trael. Azar’s questions brought him back out of his thoughts. “I hadn’t thought that far. I was worried about how your students would act if you had to shut down the bakery. I am content just having a conversation though. It’s always nice to learn new things and see different perspectives.”

He just laid there silently for a little bit. He was a bit tired from the day and still wasn’t quite prepared to fully act on his impulses. “Why does you species so heavily view others as lower beings?” It was something not lost on him. Most of the Purebloods he has met so far have been stuck up and treated him much like a street rat. The only exception was Karys though he wasn’t a shining beacon of decor either after his rampage.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar actually laughed out loud, covering his mouth again, as he heard Trael’s simplistic understanding of love, “Love is far more complex than that, dear Trael,” He said with a grin, “Can a parent not love more than one child? One is family and the other is not, yet it comes from the heart. The wider galaxy and its societies have dictated that you can only love one and thus people follow that manufactured construct…but in truth the heart is far deeper and more complicated than that. It is absolutely possible to completely and deeply love more than one,” He mused aloud, “But I choose to avoid it because when I love…I love hard. I will burn everything down to protect whom I love, so I cannot risk that kind of passion for more than one.”

It was a choice Azar made, as long as he believed it was a choice. He wasn't worried about Trael knowing about his weakness because he embraced his weaknesses. He hadn’t been placed in a position of being in love with anyone beyond just Karys at this point. Humans certainly had a very narrow view on love and relationships. Azar’s father had multiple wives, and he was certain he loved them all in their own individual ways.

Azar only smirked when Trael reminded him of the curse of the Sith Master. He was more than familiar with it - they either disappeared, died or were humiliated like Nevizkas. Azar gave Trael a sly look, “Do you doubt my ability to ascend to the ranks of Lord?” He asked bluntly, curious.

He watched as Trael plopped back on the bed, letting his gaze roam over the other man’s bare torso. Azar couldn’t deny the familiar desires stirring once more, but he got the sense that Trael was either entirely too inexperienced or entirely too straight. That desire was there, but the human hesitated. But there could be something endearing about that, and it drew out a faint smile from Azar. While he normally would have straddled Trael at this point, he opted to keep his distance.

“I don’t know why they call it the bakery,” Azar said with a huff as he looked away. He remained seated at the edge of the bed, “Or why I supposedly ‘bring the cake’. I am a terrible baker and I certainly do not make cakes,” He said with a pout.

Azar chuckled again at Trael’s blunt question about Purebloods being elitist. He glanced over at the other man, “You act as if humans do not,” He stated flatly, “Consider the Core and the humanocentric views and aliens being treated like second class in most of those worlds. My people perpetuate their elitist views on a handful of planets….yours practice it across systems throughout the entire galaxy.”

It was far more common for humans to discriminate against aliens than the other way around. Azar had been subjected to it countless times since he ventured out into the galaxy. He let his thoughts wander for a moment before he stretched and rose from the bed, grabbing one of his bags, “Since you have claimed this bed, don’t mind if I take the other one,” He said with a playful wink as he started making his way over to steal the captain’s quarters, “Let’s make for Moraband next.”

Azar disappeared from the doorway for a moment. However, after a few seconds, he briefly poked his head in to glance at Trael, “I like you too, by the way,” He said with a sheepish smile before he disappeared again.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael at first slightly glared at Azar after laughing at his idea of love. It quickly faded though as he explained how he saw it. "I'm pretty sure familial love is different from relationship love, but I can see your point. I don't believe I've ever loved more than one person at a time." Unlike Azar who believed it was his choice to only love one person it was just how he always loved. He always devoted himself to whoever his person was at the time. He still didn't understand the idea of polyamory. As someone who felt he could only love a single spouse it didn't seem possible. Azar seemed completely confident in his explanation, maybe it was true and Trael just refused to see it that way.

He gave a genuine smile to Azar, "I have no doubt in your ability to even reach Dark Lord. Yet you never know what tomorrow brings." There was no hint of a lie, because there wasn't one. Trael was confident the whatever heights Azar wanted to reach he would do so or die in the attempt. From what he new of the Pureblood he wasn't one to back down once he made a decision.

He was finally beginning to relax when he realized he mentioned the bakery unintentionally. Azar's lack of understanding made him chuckle. "Well you cook up potions in your class and always have cake to spare." He sometimes forgot just a few years ago Azar could barely speak basic. It was unlikely he picked up on the nuances of phrasing and double meanings even now.

Though he wished he could argue Azar's point he couldn't really. Large swathes of the human population viewed non-humans differently. "My homeworld pushed for cooperation between the human and alien population on it. Even though I can't argue your point fully I will say I've only heard of someone being called an ape by one of your species. And that someone was me if you recall." Trael never cared for someone's species in his judgement of them. It was more how they were as an individual.

As Azar made his way to the captain's quarters Trael sat up and was about to stop him. Instead he let him go, he wouldn't leave without all his luggage anyways. As he went to lay back on the bed Azar suddenly popped his head back in, "I like you too, by the way." The words seemed to ring in Trael's head as he plopped down and began turning red again. He felt as if he had won at every lottery at once. He was mesmerized as he drifted off to sleep.

The captain's quarters would be relatively well put together. The only messy area was a desk covered in paperwork. If Azar was to investigate most of it was financial reports for a mining corporation on Subterrel. There was also what looked like building plans for a house on an island or something similar. As well as designs for a lightsaber he seemed to be working on. The bed would be large enough for three Azar's to share.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Surprisingly, Azar actually didn’t bother with snooping. He did notice the designs for a lightsaber, but that meant nothing to him. He plopped down on the massive bed and soon drifted off to sleep, somehow taking up the entire space.

On the flip side, if Trael bothered to snoop, he would find mostly clothes, perfumes, lingerie, some fuzzy handcuffs and other kinky items, and several vials of mystery liquids. They were all things Azar had on him for any occasion. Hopefully by now Trael knew better than to meddle with any Azar potions.

Trael would realize that Azar could sleep for ages. In fact, they were already in the air again before Azar finally woke up. He had no qualms with using Trael’s refresher, judging him on his toiletries before using his own to take a long shower that would probably cause a shortage of hot water elsewhere on the ship.

He emerged eventually, smelling incredible and casually dressed in his own pants and an oversized hoodie that definitely didn’t belong to him. Azar rubbed his eyes, spotting Trael eventually, “Shouldn’t we start heading to Moraband?” He asked sleepily, clueless about the fact that they were already in hyperspace.

Azar suddenly gave a dramatic gasp, “It’s Love Is Sightless today!” He yelped before quickly trying to find a HoloTv to watch his trashy reality show.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had always been an early riser waking up before even the sun would on most planets. Unlike Azar once he fell asleep it was rare for him to move about, so he awoke plopped on the bed with his legs dangling off the side. Though he didn’t snoop he noticed the clothes that were hung about in the room prepared for emergency use it seemed. Some were of a much more risqué vibe than he had seen women wear, he definitely was not going to see what else lie hidden in the mountain of luggage.

After he took his shower and began to wake up fully he made his way to the cockpit. He quickly punched in the coordinates to the Korriban system as he activated the autopilot. The ship slowly fly itself to the hyperlane jump point before sending the warning that it was ready to jump, Trael punched the hyperdrive then unstrapped himself from the seat.

Luckily for Trael he had already finished cooking breakfast and had a plate waiting for Azar by the time he begun his shower. He was sitting down doing some accounting work he needed done. He sat at the table with a stack of paperwork two data pads and a calculator while mumbling to himself various numbers.

He looked up to Azar walked out his eyes narrowing a bit. He swore that hoodie looked familiar. He suddenly remembered this insanely soft and warm one he got while on Arkania it was the best hoodie he had. He went to say something about the hoodie when Azar asked his own. “We’ve been in hyperspace for about an hour and a half. We'll be at Moraband in about 3 days.” He began getting back into his work when he realized he forgot about the plate. “There’s some breakfast tortilla wraps in the microwave for you.”

If he took the food it would be a tortilla folded into an octagon. Inside would be a layer of cheese then a layer of bacon inside of those two layers was a mixture of eggs cheese sausage and fried potatoes. The wraps were about the size of the plate they sat on and there was two of them.

Trael flipped his fingers upward moving a remote not Azar. Once he pressed the power button a holoTV would come down from the ceiling. “What kind of show is that?” He inquired not even looking up from his work. “After your show we can run through some saber practice if you are ready.” He rubbed his nose afterwards. He always hated this part of owning a company, all the paper work.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar could smell the food before he spotted it and he inhaled the delicious aroma. He noticed Trael was doing paperwork, though he didn’t ask about it, “What’s a tortiya?” He asked curiously, blinking before he walked over to retrieve it. Azar stared at the food curiously before he debated whether to use his hands or utensils to eat it. After some more infestation, he brought out his custom utensils to eat it, pleasantly surprised at all the ingredients packed inside.

“This is delicious!” He remarked, “I didn’t know you cooked. Thank you,” Azar said as he happily finished off the meal, though not able to complete all of it. He cleaned up any dishes, a rather neat and clean man by nature. The kind gesture from Trael wasn’t missed, and Azar briefly gazed over at him in silence with fondness. He said nothing about it, quietly organizing and turning once the HoloTV lowered.

Azar plopped down in a couch and switched through the channels until the theme song for his trashy show began, “Stop what you’re doing and get over here right now,” He demanded. If Trael sat down next to him, Azar would scoot in close before looking over at the screen, “Okay so this is called Genuine World: Naboo. The location changes every season and this season it's Naboo,” He said excitedly, “There are groups of people who live together in a house and the show gets into the various relationships and drama” He said, “It’s fascinating because sometimes they realize they hate each other or some people fall in love...or you have full on fights,” It was clear Azar was very invested in this. Plus, it distracted away from saber training - something he was dreading.

The Pureblood was extremely cozy, especially in the fuzzy oversized hoodie with the sleeves that were far too long for him. He wrapped himself in it, sitting close to Trael as the show opened up with an interview with one of the contestants that complained about another girl being a bitch. This was getting juicy already.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Even though he was busy with his work he immediately noticed the mispronunciation of tortillas. He wanted to correct him but decided to just let it slide. "It's a flat bread generally used as a wrap." It was much more than that but the simplistic explanation seemed to be the best course of action.

He flashed Azar a smile as he praised his cooking. "Thank you. My mother taught me when I was young." It was one of the few things he and his mom both enjoyed. So it was an activity he took great pride in. He hadn't cooked any traditional Naboo food in a long time, maybe he would make Azar some at one point.

Azar demanded him to come over and watch the show with him. Despite wanting to finish his work, having an upset Azar on his hands was not worth it. So he made his way over and plopped down on the couch next to Azar. He listened to his explanation of the show and had to stop himself from just returning to his work. “Let’s see if this is any good then.”

He slouched down to get comfortable as Azar cozied up to him. The show was starting out with two women arguing. “You bitch! You knew I was getting together with Jake and you had to sleep with him!” It seemed the argument was over cheating lovers or something. “Well maybe if you were better at pleasing men I wouldn’t have been able to take him from you!” Trael leaned in a bit as he couldn’t lie the show was a bit interesting.

“It’s hard to compete with a whore who opens her legs for anyone that says hi to her!” The other girl just waved her away. “Bitch please, you slept with Chad and Brad before moving on to Jake. You’re just mad he liked his time with me more than you.” After hearing that a fight erupted between the two girls.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was completely hooked on the show, gasping when the terrible accusations started flying. He glanced over and saw Trael, who was initially uninterested, suddenly leaning forward. The sight actually drew out a laugh from him, though he quickly covered it up. He looked back at the show, “Wait till they find out that Chad and Brad are secretly hooking up and just stringing all the girls along,” He said with a devious little smile.

Once the fight broke out, Azar started to clap, “Yeah! Pull her hair!” He cheered, “Punch her in the boobies!” Azar said excitedly as the fight got even more intense. Security had to come in to break it up and the interview went to one of the girls sobbing with a missing tooth. Some of this was vicious enough to classify as a live fighting show.

The Pureblood realized that Trael remained seated without moving as he was further drawn into his trashy show. The show broke away for commercials and Azar glanced over towards Trael, silently studying him. A smirk graced his lips.

“So, for the next three days are you going to pretend we didn’t make out in your crew room?” Azar asked bluntly.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was oddly engrossed in the show. Normally he wasn't a drama type of person he preferred watching arena matches or huttball. Azar's comment on the slyness of the men in question made him even more interested. "I may have to watch this just to see that." He excitedly quipped back. Unlike Azar he didn't cheer out loud for the fight but instead acted as if he was fighting while watching.

Security came in and broke up the fight. The show then switched to interviews between the two combatants. It really gave the feel of a fighting event or something. The woman being interviewed was missing her tooth and sobbing over it. As they announced the commercial break Trael internally sighed. It was just getting good.

Trael slouched back into the sofa and relaxed. It was short lived as Azar bluntly asked if he was going to act like last night didn't happen. "I don't know what gave you the impression I was. Are you saying you want to?" He turned his gaze to the Pureblood a serious expression on his face and a bit of redness. "Because I don't want to but I will respect your decision." He had confused Azar before while on Nal Hutta so he wanted to clearly state his views before letting the other think differently.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

It was Azar’s turn to be confused when he flipped the question on him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so strange and awkward in a potentially romantic situation. Was it back when he first met Salini and would come up with excuses to find himself in her vicinity? Or how he would just happen to take a stroll through a path where he knew she worked her farm? When Trael blurted out that he didn’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, Azar was silent for a moment.

Azar could have made any kind of sexual gesture, something heated to express that he wanted the other man. He said nothing for a moment, mulling over everything that happened. Trael may not have been overt, but he had a way of showing things differently. He could have asked anyone else to come along on this trip, he could have let Azar leave after his bags were packed, he could have left Azar even back when the Hutt fell, he could have kept all the kyber crystals for himself.

He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Trael’s neck. He leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, drawing back to smile tenderly up at him, “I’m glad I’m here with you,” He said quietly, taking it no further. The fondness was clear in his golden gaze, a warmth that contrasted the vicious and calculating that usually existed there.

Azar drew back and switched off the Holo, standing up, “Come on, let’s get me saber trained,” He said, for once not moody about the idea.

@Javier esschoolbus