Friends

[Abigail Nimbus]

The HMS Yamato
01:21
Outfit
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The personal quarters Abigail had aboard the Yamato were somewhat basic, but they were good for privacy and rest when it was so needed. After everything that had happened in the abyss over Jedha, she needed a little time to rest. She couldn't have cared less about the Jedi, as far as she was concerned, this entire affair was simply a rescue mission - a rescue mission for her friend. She would be the first to admit that she didn't know everything about Serie Fond, she had only met her a handful of times, but each and every moment of each and every meeting was nothing but a pleasure for her, and probably Serie too. There was only so much she knew, piecemeal information about her family drama, her opinions of some things, and her general personality, but she didn't believe that they had talked enough for her to really know her.

All the same, she had known enough to have considered Serie a friend, if not a really close one, and the two had a rapport between each other, so of course she was going to come along to help rescue her. After the ship had left Jedha, she had sent a message to her via the Force asking her to join the Sith Knight on the Yamato to talk and catch up. It had only been a few months since the two had last met, but all things taken into account, it had felt more like years. She would be lying if she said she didn't crave her physically too, she was damn attractive, and part of her wanted to wrap around her with the force and pull her into an embrace, but that was for another time entirely...well, maybe. Abigail had always been told to control herself, and it was the ideal she held above all others, control of one's self. That being said, she was a nymphomaniac, she loved to get intimate with many people, as many in the Rose could attest to. Still, only.time could tell, and a part of her dreaded what might happen in this meeting of pseudo sisters...

 

[Serie Fond]

Serie was happy to be able to stretch. Seems like a small thing to be happy about, but after being handcuffed to the railings in Jon's ship for so long, she had grown stiff in her back and needed to stretch the knot developing there every few minutes. How annoying.

She was dressed a bit more elegantly than she usually liked to, a high slit skirt and a blouse that exposed quite a bit of her midriff. She had just finished changing and now was ready to enjoy herself with a friend. A friend she had thought about alot since her capture. A friend that was possibly more than a friend? She had to admit the two of them seemed to have quite the sexual tension between the two of them, even if it always seemed to go unsaid.

She knocked on the door before waiting for Abi to hear her and let her in. Once she had however Serie froze at the door and looked Abi up and down several times very quickly.

Thats.. That's my outfit you bitch! She said so Abi would know she was joking, but only slightly as she continued to stare at the leather pants and loose shirt. Well, she thought to herself, she was just going to have to repay the favor the next time they saw each other.

Although, it does look good on you. Or at least, I think so, just don't start stealing my face too! That's all the galaxy needs is two Serie Fonds walking around! Ha!

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

The sound of knocking threw her out of her meditation, her breath hitching at the realization that Serie was here. Normally, she would breathe and clam herself, think things through, but right now, her mind was just going 50 miles and minute, it wouldn't slow down no matter what she tried. She hated this feeling, that helplessness of the mind that made you feel like you were a slave to your own whims, despite knowing how badly they could backfire on you. She had never been this bad with anyone before, not even the hottest people she knew, but still, she had to control herself. She slammed her fist down on the floor, pain flooding through her arm as it strained and threatened to crack under the pressure. It was hardly to most elegant solution, but pain was sobering in the worst of times, and it allowed to her to breath a little. She wanted Serie, she could feel that in her bones, but coming at her like an emotional wreck simply wasn't going to do, this needed finesse.

She rose to her feet and took a few steadying breaths, centering herself before she strolled to the door and opened it, smiling happily at her friend.
"Hey you," She greeted warmly, opening her arms for a hug and waiting for her to accept it. Serie, evidently, was not impressed by her choice in fashion, and like any good ripoff, it was tunnel visioned on immediately. She couldn't resist the wide audacious grin that spread across her mug. "What can I say? I accentuates a lot of really important features," She teased, shrugging nonchalantly. To Serie's credit, she wasn't afraid to admit that it looked good on her, though she obviously had to follow it up with a little snide remark - couldn't let the verbal glove go unaccepted. "I dunno, I think you would like two Series walking around, someone to pick up your laundry and do all your menial little jobs while you're looking for apprentices and fighting Jedi."

She turned on her heel and waltzed back over to her bed, swaying her hips as she did. She honestly couldn't decide at that moment whether that was impulsive or intentional, but at the end of the day, she had done it, no reversing it. She sat down and pulled a chair over with the force, offering it to Serie with a gesture as she crossed her legs. "...I kis-missed you Serie."

Ah kriff...this was gonna be one of those days...

@anzat17

 

[Serie Fond]

Series head dipped back as she tried to suppress a laugh, but it still managed to slip out as little more than a giggle, and she elegantly covered her lower face with the back of her hand. Abi still was one of the few people in the galaxy that could actually make her laugh no matter what mood she was in. It was almost like they were someplace else entirely for a brief moment. Not currently wrapped up in the politics of the Sith and watching for the next betrayal that was sure to be around the corner. It was the nature of the Sith to destroy themselves she had begun to notice. Shaking her head to relieve herself of the paranoid thoughts for the moment, she giggled again as her friend pulled her a chair from the far side of the room.

You know, that wouldn't be the worst idea Youve ever had. Although, the whole apprentice thing has been getting progressively more pathetic. I asked one initiate the other day if he knew how to use a lightsaber, and his honest to the force answer was "yes! Pointy end goes into the Jedi." I didn't have words to describe my horror.

She said jokingly, smirking at her friend as she gave a bit of a Freudian slip. While she had certainly missed her as well, she had a feeling that the two of them were thinking about much more than just catching up over some coffee, and she let it go unsaid but implied she felt the same way as she sensually bite her bottom lip.

I missed you too Abi. As much as things change, some things always stay the same. I think so at least.