Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"Thank you!" Caerllion said politely, when the Purebloods agreed to help them. His legs could be still shaking, but his mind was more focused and he was able to notice that their two saviors weren’t much happy in helping the two Sith. He wasn’t going to blame them for it, Cyutadakyr and Karys had their dance interrupted because of them. Due to that, while they were guided toward the lounge, the Annfyn simply decided to remain silent.

As soon as they ended this, faster Purebloods would return to their fun and he would not need to deal with their complaints later.

Once he was seated, Caerllion took a deep breath. He agreed with everything that Karys said, including being careful with drinks that Azar offered to him. His legs still shaking would make him never forget about this one. Then he turned to look at Ayomi next to him. They seemed to be recovering too. Only now the Annfyn remembered that Tieflings didn’t stay drunk for a long time because of their physiology.

Maybe their night wasn’t ruined after all.

He smiled friendly after they finished talking. "It's fine. I'm sorry for not noticing that you were drunk. I shouldn't have asked you to dance with me in such conditions, I also got over my head because of a potion." he pointed to his shaking legs, which were still involuntarily moving according to music.

"Besides, I like that we met each other today and that we are able to interact without any alcohol or potion to make us act like idiots." Caerllion looked at the Tiefling's leather clad body, admiring it. "I still want to teach you how to dance. It can be today or another time when you are feeling better. You only need to ask me."

The Annfyn offered a hand to them as if he wanted to shake their's. If Ayomi held it, Caerllion would immediately bring it to his mouth and give a kiss, like a gentleman. "It was a pleasure to meet you, my beautiful. I hope that it's only the first of many other meetings between us."

@Apollyon @René @Xorism

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar watched Param leave, all manner of emotions swirling in his head that had nothing to do with her. He exhaled softly as the song changed and Trodai started a catchy number. Azar’s gaze briefly flicked over to regard the Pureblood on stage, almost envious of his simple and uncomplicated bearing. For all the pressures of his lineage, the man coasted through life and adapted to any situation. There was something to admire for that and Azar knew it was a trait he hadn’t mastered. (@Akheron )

Nefid’s (@Volene )thoughts lingered in his mind and he gazed towards her. They had an understanding between them that transcended words. There was no name to it. There didn’t need to be. He only offered her a smile, The trick is to be untouchable, He communicated back to her, I am far too useful to the Dark Lord right now, He smirked, The moment that changes is when I have to watch my back. It is the Sith way.

Karys finally addressed him directly for the first time this evening and he bristled. Azar took a moment to gaze at the other man, catching the fear in his eyes, hearing it in his voice. It felt like one of his own poison daggers tearing into him. There was a sharp intake of breath at those three words. Azar looked away then, addressing him back in ur-Kittat, “I wish I was the only one,” He responded icily.

He had always suspected that Karys got emotionally entangled with practically anyone he met. And tonight he had more reasons to believe it. Azar would burn the galaxy for Karys. Karys would do the same for anyone that was kind to him once.

Azar sighed in disappointment, turning to regard Cyu as she strolled up. He gave her a tired smile, “Cursed? Look at the spread of eligible Pureblood bachelors you can choose from,” He said with a chuckle, vaguely gesturing across all of them and then up to the Adas brothers. Azar took one of the shots and tossed it back.

@Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Karys]

Karys felt Azar’s emotions through their connection. He felt the pain, the anger, the sadness. However, it was Azar’s words that sent Karys reeling. I wish I was the only one. Did Azar think his love was so cheap? Karys visibly retracted at the ice in Azar’s response.

Azar couldn’t even look at him as he said it.

Just weeks ago, Karys’ eyes would have misted from the pain. He would have tried to talk sense into Azar. He would have kissed him. He would have pushed for him to see.

But Malachor had been more than just a catalyst for physical change.

As Karys’ head pulled back from the shock of what Azar had stated, something withered in Karys. He wasn’t sure what it was but a part of him died at those words. In its place flooded the hurt and pain he felt.

<If you believe those words Azar, then you’re a fool.> He hissed between clenched teeth. The wound in his voice as evident as it was on his face.

This pain was only further accented at Azar’s response to Cyu. All these eligible bachelors. Those words ran through his heart and the pain brought clarity. He blinked several times at Azar, his hand slipped towards his lover’s but hesitated with all these eyes on them. It was momentary hesitation, his instincts told him Azar was more important.

<I’m sorry, can we please talk about this?> He asked as his hand grabbed Azar’s. <Yours is the only name on my heart. I swear it.>

To buy them time, Karys tossed credits on the counter. He’d pay for a round of drinks.

<Cyu, I’m sorry. If you’d like I can catch up later.> He offered.

@Sreeya @Xorism

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still sipping on his drink when Azar(@Sreeya) and the sith(@Fine Dining Set) he was dancing with showed up to the bar. “I’m not here by myself, not anymore at least. Also I was just letting everyone else have their fun it’s not just my party.” Finishing his drink he quickly ordered another. “I don’t recall it being a lecture. I simply never had the pleasure of designing a wardrobe to fit your style. Most people fit into only a few categories. None of which are yours.”

He was going to delve further when something caught his eye. It seemed like Param was arguing with the pure blood acolyte. As the argument came to a close her dress caught on fire. If it wasn’t for Azar being right next to him he might’ve missed the sublteness of his force usage. What confused Trael the most came later when Param confronted him and he demanded she apologize to the acolyte. Everything he’s heard of Azar said the man was rooted in the respect an acolyte was supposed to give a champion or anyone of a higher standing. Why was that not the case for this acolyte?

It was then when the female pure blood(@Xorism) of the group made her way over musing about being cursed and ordering enough alcohol to put a rancor out of commission. “For someone who seemed so adamant to dance you sure are trying to get too drunk to do so.” He then ordered his own shot and quickly downed it. His attention turned to the acolyte(@Apollyon) his gaze studying the man. “Gambling you say? I almost forgot there was a casino here. You don’t need to pay for my games I’ll cover myself.”

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar felt the rush from the drinks, his mind in the clouds. He was glad Param was gone, because he was hardly in any condition to actually fight. A part of him feared Cyutadakyr’s retaliation, but he decided he didn’t care at that moment. The pureblood exhaled softly at Karys’ words, not reacting externally. The dagger wedged in deeper. He wanted to scream at Karys, the alcohol supercharging his emotions. He had a lot of eyes on him - something he normally would have loved, but it was for reasons he didn’t want.

He watched Karys reach towards him, hesitate, and then begin to do it again, “Let’s all do a shot to celebrate Karys iv-Sadow’s new title as Champion,” He announced loudly to everyone, raising a drink in toast before tossing it back.

In truth, Karys was there already even before they arrived here and normally the promotion would come with some sort of ceremony. But Azar was done playing his Master and he didn’t care about the formalities. He was done officially training Karys.

After a pause for the toasts and getting his head together, he finally moved off his seat to walk with Karys where he wished. Once they had a bit of privacy, Azar quietly stared at Karys, “I am a fool,” He said icily, “For letting myself get tangled up in your extensive network of drama."

@Apollyon

 

[Feifi Candorus]

It was now feifi slinked back, yeah no, her master was sober again, well, ish, she thinks, not going to disrupt her shenanigans. Feifi just hanged around the meat bar, munching on a nice cut, with a mocktail, mmm more cherry. Nice nice nice!

 

[Karys]

Karys inhaled deeply, a fake smile crossed his lips at Azar’s announcement. This wasn’t how he wanted to earn his place among the Sith. Promotion wasn’t on his mind right now. Azar was.

Karys would smile and nod at a few compliments but his hand never left Azar’s. He’d slowly make his way away from the crowds and led the pair of them down to a lounge room. Several Rodians and a Dug sat around a table with cards in their hands. Karys paused to look at them before speaking.

“Out. Now.” He barked, his words coming out harsher than he expected.

His emotions flared up as he spoke, the aliens glanced between one another and began to hustle from the room. Karys’ would slam and lock the door behind them. Once they were alone, Karys would return his attentions to Azar.

<Azar, she was the only piece of drama in this network.> He replied with a sigh, his hand massaged the bridge of his nose. He would explain everything that had happened from his visit to Param’s pagoda to the infirmary. Nothing would be hidden from Azar. <I thought I could trust her. But she isn’t one of us.> Karys told him. <She’s a little Echani girl that’s playing at power.> He explained. <You’re no fool, you were right about her being a liability…I just couldn’t see that.> He whispered. <But she does mean nothing, only you matter to me.> He pleaded.

<I’ve meant everything I’ve ever told you. Nothing has ever been untrue.> He whispered.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar half stumbled as he was led towards the lounge, humming along to the songs that Trodai was singing. He may have had emotions flaring, but he was still quite drunk. He registered they were alone in a room now and he didn’t have to put up any kind of act. Azar glared at Karys as he began to explain, cutting him off, “I don’t give a shit about the who or why,” He stated flatly, “I’m only concerned about you being so easily influenced. And it drags me in,” He hissed. Azar was in no mood to hear about Param, just as he didn’t want to listen to Param list out all of Karys’ faults.

“You let everyone sway your emotions,” He said, glaring at Karys. His words slurred a bit, his rage bleeding into his tone, “Today it was the Beacon of Troiken,” He couldn’t figure out how else to describe the blinding assault to the eyes that was Param, “Tomorrow it could be Cyutadakyr or anyone else you cater to,” He pointed a finger into Karys chest, “And with each one I burn bridges with people I otherwise have no quarrel with. All because I am compelled by how I feel about you,” He growled, “All because I can’t control myself when I feel you hurt. All because I have allowed this weakness. Tell me, Karys, tell me why I should permit this to continue?”

He gazed up at the much taller Pureblood, “Tell me why I should let your weakness become mine?”

@Apollyon

 

[Nevizkas]

A nice line of shots began to form before the annoyed pureblood. The fancy liquid poured with expertise, with each drop making it into the glass as the bottle moved down the bar. Raising her hand to stop it leaving, she placed down a handful of credits.

Knocking back one of the shots, the fiery liquid turned her stomach in knots as it went down. Softly turning to Azar as he mentioned the long line of bachelors, she couldn't help but scoff playfully. "I wonder if they'd feel so lucky afterwards." She smiled knowingly. Perhaps some would want to stick around, others might ditch, but wouldn't have mattered if she got what she wanted. @Sreeya

In either case, she shrugged it off and grabbed another two glasses in quick succession. Turning to their 'host' who'd arrived at some point, she couldn't tell when, she attempted to smile. "Wouldn't you?" This time taking another shot and stealing a small piece of citrus off the bar to consume. The mixture of flavour and cold juices sent her eyes rolling back for a moment in enjoyment. @Javier esschoolbus

Grabbing another shot, she raised the glass in celebration for Karys' sudden promotion. Cyu knew that the boy had done plenty to warrant it, and thus it wasn't entirely a surprise, and now was a good a time as any for the party, she figured before downing the drink in unison.

Once all the alcohol hit her blood stream, the proverbial train wreck would arrive at the station. But until that point, Cyutadakyr grumbled something under her breath, gripped the bottle in one hand, and made for the slot machines.

 

[Karys]

Karys felt Azar’s finger dig into his chest, he heard the slur in his words. He was drunk and hurt. But Azar was right, he had allowed Param to influence him in ways that were unbecoming. He had let her get close enough to injure him with betrayal, he had been naive when he forged that friendship. That wouldn’t be the case anymore.

Karys breaths came ragged and quick at Azar’s tirade. He felt his ire continuing to rise but swallowed it down, it wouldn’t serve him now. His mind wandered back to similar instances and the contrast between them. Azar shattering the window and then leaving him, but Karys pursued and stood by to support him. The feeling of Azar’s lightning, how he casually tossed the med pack onto him and told him to clean himself up. In response, Karys had crawled to Azar with a broken body. On New Alderaan, Karys had shielded Azar from the world so he could cry and feel his emotions, Azar had glared at him in response. Even when given the opportunity, Azar had used the one thing Karys desired more than anything to wound him, his promotion.

A deep sadness welled up within Karys, this would never change.

A tint of red bled through Karys’ golden eyes. His natural color shining through one final time as he contemplated what Azar had asked him for just a moment. Then the crimson faded forever. When Karys spoke, it wasn’t as the emotional Acolyte Azar had come to know. It was as a Sith that he had trained and promoted.

<I never asked you to do that.> Karys replied, mirroring what Azar had told him when he chose to leave his House behind. <I never asked you to solve my problems for me or take on my weaknesses Azar.> He continued evenly. <I just asked you to love me.> The words were flat and Karys’ jaw tensed before he spoke the hardest words of all. <I refuse to be your downfall and I won’t be your weakness.> Karys explained, as he stepped out of the way of the door. <I have chosen you even when my body was broken. I crawled to your side when I heard you weep. And I will have to kill my family for the love I chose.> He continued in a calm tone. <I love you Azar and I always will.> These words were the only ones that held emotion in them. They were a final plea. <Choose.>

Karys fell silent, his face neutral, he pushed his screaming emotions down. Karys was Sith now, even if he despised how he’d been christened it, he had to live up to those expectations. This was just the first painful step forward.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was silent as Karys spoke. He saw the glimpse of red that resurfaced once more, only to disappear once more. He opened his mouth to counter Karys’ points, but he couldn’t. He watched Karys step out of the way of the door. He knew what this meant. Karys’ words dug up many sides of this he hadn’t considered. He hadn’t asked Karys to butcher Sadow. Karys had made a choice. But it made him wonder.. Was Azar compelled? Or had he chosen.

For a long moment he stood there in silence, still as a statue. He could hardly hear the music outside, he could hardly gather his thoughts, but Karys words forced him to look at things from a different perspective. Azar’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms. He didn’t look at Karys, his eyes drilling holes into the ground.

“Then be my weakness and my downfall,” He said barely above a whisper, through shuddered breaths. He slowly looked up to meet Karys’ gaze, “Because I am unapologetic. Because I don’t care if you butcher all of Sadow. If you devastate all of Kressh. If you erase Adas. If you obliterate our people,” His eyes narrowed as he looked at Karys, “As long as amidst the fire and ash, I still have you standing beside me.”

Azar took a step closer, “So let me crash and burn if that is destined to be the price of loving you..” He gave a hollow laugh, “Because I made my choice and I keep deluding myself into thinking I can walk away from it. But I can’t.”

Theme​

@Apollyon

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai finished the final song, finding his voice needed a little rest. He hoped what crowd there had been and Aza r for what he saw enjoyed the performance. Even despite his apparent problems between him and the other unknown Pureblood now a Champion. Joining the toast before he continued and finishing the song after.

Stepping off the stage, he allowed the dj to take control again.

Looking for his brother, he indicated he was heading to the casino area, it was time to see how his luck faired on some of the games. But which he wondered. He spotted Cyutadakr at the slots, but elected to leave her be.

He had learnt that lesson twice already. Instead he inclined his head with a curt, respectful nod as he passed. Taking a drink from a droid with him.

He noted the pazaak table and sat down. Although the table at the moment appeared lacking of players, but he waited for more as the dealer checked the decks. There was bound to be someone soon enough.

@Mjan Adas iv Sadow @Xorism @Sreeya

 

[Karys]

THEME​

Karys’ gold eyes never parted from Azar. There was no sign of meekness in him when he mirrored Azar’s step forward. No hesitation when his hand reached down to his lover’s chin and tugged it up to gaze into his eyes. Outside of the ghost of a smile that tugged faintly at his lips, little emotion bled through.

<Good, because I never asked for your apologies either.> Karys replied once Azar finished speaking.

Without warning Karys would press his lips roughly against Azar’s. Just as he had kissed Karys on Panatha, so Karys did to him. The hand on Azar’s chin fell to his throat. The kiss was brutal and harsh but the anger and rage he felt flowed out of him. Karys’ teeth bit into Azar’s lower lip as he pulled away.

<I will burn this galaxy just to warm us Azar.> He whispered, his voice filled with conviction. <Any who stand against us will be the mortar for our path to power.> He continued, the faint smile finally breaking into a familiar grin. <I will break our enemies and allies alike to keep you by my side.> He said with finality.

<Through Passion, our Strength.>

Karys’ tongue flicked out and licked Azar’s blood from his own lip. Then Karys fixed his jacket for him. Ensuring his sequins were in proper order and there was no blood on Azar’s chest or lip. His golden gaze was soft again, and a small contented smile sat on his lips.

<Now, my love we have a party to return to.> He told Azar his eyes gaining some of their warmth back. <Oh…> Karys paused as he went to open the door and turned to look at Azar once more. <…you are the most handsome and beautiful being in this casino.> He told him once he’d pulled the door open. <And I love you.>

Karys voice would be loud enough for those beyond the doorway to hear. He didn’t care what anyone thought anymore. If someone took issue, they could address it with him, and he’d feed them their entrails.

After all, Karys was Sith now.

@Sreeya

 

[Nevizkas]

Wobbling her way past the crowds of people in search of some shiny luck, the bright blinky lights of the slot machine seemed to call to her. Finding a comfortable chair to plant herself upon, with bottle in one hand and the lever in the other.

The small key above the screen showed that the jackpot required five pots of spice in order to win the jackpot, with the various others representing other, smaller prizes. With a swig of the bottle, Cyu tugged on the lever and watched as the icons began spinning furiously before gradually stopping individually.

The first icon naturally stopped on the pot of spice, giving rise to feelings of luck and imminent reward, only to be dashed by the teasing images of gungans, ewoks and b1 battle droid faces.

"nooo.." She slumped back in the chair with a disappointed pout.

Roll: 33/100

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was still in his thoughts when Karys grasped his chin, his vibrant yellow gaze meeting Karys’. He didn’t know what to expect right then, but their lips crashed together. Azar could feel his lips bruise and taste copper from that kiss. And yet he craved more of it, hungrily kissing Karys back as his hand pressed against the larger man’s chest. When Karys’ hand grasped his throat, Azar couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, desire charging through him.

He was left practically breathless by the time Karys drew back, his head spinning as Karys spoke again. Azar had a comically surprised look on his face moments before Karys leaned in to lick the blood off. Who was this Karys and where had he been hiding? Azar’s face was flushed as he looked at his man, his gaze flicking down to realize in that heated moment, he actually managed to heat things up - Karys’ shirt had a small hole in it from where Azar accidentally burned through the fabric. It was a remnant of his earlier attack, but this time invoked purely from the passion.

“Oops..” He said with a quiet chuckle, though he figured it could be some younger style theme like with the tears in his pants. The compliment about his appearance made him melt. Karys would see Azar’s eyes light up and he stood up a bit straighter.

He stopped Karys before he opened the door, leaning in close as he looked at his man with a glint in his eye. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him down to his height, whispering against his ear, “Bring that passion when we fuck later,” He said with a teasing grin. Karys always called it lovemaking, but Azar made it clear that was not what he wanted tonight. He wanted the rage, the passion, the pain, all of it, “I love you,” He responded before he strolled out.

Azar briefly licked over his bruised lip before scanning over the crowds. By now no doubt everyone was completely trashed, because Azar certainly was. He sauntered towards the slot machines. All of that looked far too confusing.

He spotted Cyu in the middle of chugging a bottle and he let her finish. Azar walked up to her, grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the dance floor, “Come on, bitch, let’s dance,” He slurred his words through a drunken haze as a new song began to play. He had ruined her prospects of an earlier dance and it was time to let her have her fill.

Azar danced while facing her, first lifting her arm to allow her to spin under him. He reached down to hook a hand below her knee that was out from the dress slit, wrapping it around his hip. Azar nonchalantly shoved her torso backwards so she arched back while they danced. He still had enough command of the Force to keep her suspended like that while he swayed and danced against her between her legs while spinning them on an axis.

He yanked her back up and tugged her close with one of his arms dropping to wrap around her waist as he swayed to the rhythm.

@Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi rolled their eyes as they listened to Caer apologize. Another Sith gathering, more potions from that damned Potionsmaster causing people to act like fools. Still, that relaxed feeling they'd felt for even a brief time on the dance floor, the heat in their chest... no, it wasn't worth it. They were a Sith, not some ordinary person in need of the Annfyn's dancing lessons.

The Tiefling accepted Caer's hand, not really paying attention to what he was doing with their head throbbing. What had been in that drink anyways? Their breath suddenly caught as he kissed their hand, flinching and instinctively pulling back as they looked away, face blushing yet again. They turned slowly to look into the Annfyn's eyes, red eyes meeting his black ones.

"I- listen, I'm not- don't call me that, you don't really know me." Ayomi responded hesitantly, almost whispering the words. They could feel Caer's gaze on their body; his was at least equally attractive, if not more so. But they couldn't allow themselves to be distracted, to lose sight of their goal.

@LouJoVi

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

The stage would fall under a darkened purple haze as the lights came up on Mjan standing before the crowd upon it, the percussions of drums and baritone horns. And Mjan would be amidst the falling lamp as it glazed its white hue upon his blazened Blue Armor and Obsidian skin as he took the microphone in hand.

"This will never end because I want more...
More, give me more, give me more..."

From the enlightened stage, the light would find reflection upon the culminating flakes of ices as the began to drift downward and the coldness of his truth began reaching outward into the crowd, the focal point of the Force emanating from him.

"This will never end because i want more...
More, give me more, give me more..."

His presence both within the Force and upon the stage would flow elegantly upon the wind as the emotions of his heart would be felt upon the words he began to sing...

"If I had a heart, I would love you...
If I had a voice, I would sing...
After the night whe i wake up....
I'll see what tomorrow brings..."

Two of the Kissai that made his entourage would step from the Shadows and join in as his chorus, just as the Darkness within all would begin to stir.

"Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah....
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah....
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah...."

"If I had a voice I would sing..."

The percussions of the drums and the harmonic consistency of the horns resounding would ignite a primordial resonance within all who felt the song's words and knew the depth of it's meaning to all Sith.

"Dangling feet from window's frame...
Will I ever ever reach the floor?....
More, give me more give me more..."

Mjan's blackened gaze would open and cross the floor before him as they fell upon each and every one of them.

"Crushed and filled with all I found....
Underneath and inside, just to come around...
More, give me more, give me more...."

The two Kissai would join him in song once again.

"Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah...
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah...
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah..."

Mjan would end the song with "If I had a voice, I would sing...." before placing the microphone back in its stand, the resounding of the drums and horns continuing even after he and the Kassai exited the stage.

With his solo out of his way, he went to seek out Trodai. He wondered if the song he sang would inspire, having picked the song from the list due to its words and hopefully between he and his will of the primordial darkness that was the Darkside, illicited the spark of the hearts that heard his song.

Spoiler

TL;DR = Mjan is using a showering aspect of Cyrotelekinsis and allowing the Primordial Darkside to use his voice as a conduit to inspire.

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Meanwhile, feifi just vibed, writing down notes on that smooth ass champions pick up lines being used on her master, like hell she was gonna let those go to waste! She clicked her pen, pocketing it, and closing the notebook

She snickered in delight, oh yes, she was totally shipping "masta" and that other champion, it was happening, ship ship ship! They looked so cute together!

 

[Nevizkas]

Not to be deterred by the cheating machine that continued to suck in her credits but delivered fewer back. A flair of lights blinked on and off with every swing of the lever as chips fell, were picked up and placed back into the slot. This time, however, her luck would have turned just enough to pull out a small win after all.

Cyu watched as three symbols lined up, signifying a minor jackpot scored. The pureblood lifted the bottle skyward in celebration, handfuls of chips spat out of the little machine's dispenser. "Oooh yeaah comeee to ommy!!" A wide smile lit up her face, cheering with immense satisfaction.

Obviously that called for a victory chug and up the bottle went, emptying the remaining contents and dropping the bottle to its demise. Before she could even figure out how many chips she had actually gotten, she felt a frightfully strong grip take one hand. Eyes flickering to her side, suddenly spotting a slightly blurry familiar face, which only made her smile.

"Azarr!" She chimed excitedly. "Fuck yes, biiitch." He didn't have to ask twice, scurrying back to the dance floor. It was no surprise that Azar danced as the epitome of elegance, a perfect gentleman, and each movement paired perfectly with the tune playing in the background. By the time the song had finished, she sported the largest smile he'd perhaps ever seen her muster. Placing her arms around him, as the song changed to something a bit more 'sporty' she chuckled.

"Every time we meet, I'm always thanking you. I better be careful, or people might think I'm going soft." Even from his earliest days in the order at the ice mountain, they scaled together, to the poison acquisition and Korriban. There were no shortage of times that he hadn't been there when she needed him.

Perhaps that wouldn't always be the case, but for now, in this moment, surely they could enjoy that?

@Sreeya

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion watched Ayomi pull their hand away and immediately blush. A smile appeared on his lips. The Tiefling looked so adorable when flustered like that. They seemed to be the only one that didn’t notice it, because they seemed to left without reaction besides staring at the Annfyn. He would look at them, onyx staring at ruby.

"I don’t need to know you to notice what is in front of my eyes." he noticed that a strand of hair was falling over Ayomi's face, blocking him from having a better sight of them. If they didn’t protest, Caerllion would move his hand to put it behind their ear. "And I see a beautiful Tiefling that becomes one of the cutest things that I ever saw when blushing."

"But you are right, I don’t know you." the Annfyn leaned against the lounge, but remained looking at Ayomi. "I would love to change it, though. Can you tell me more about you, Ayomi? I'll also tell you about myself." if they opened themselves to him, it would only fair Caerllion did the same.

@René