There were times when Ket Van-Derveld felt compassion. Times when He felt absolute hatred, and times when He felt love. But there was one emotion that had eluded Him for years. The feeling of pride. Pride was fickle, coming and going like the wind. He felt it when his mate spilled the blood of an enemy. He felt it once when He had been elevated to the rank of Master by nearly killing the last man to train him. He felt it once when He took the life of the man who had bought him outright back on Nar Shadaa when He was but a teenager. Pride was not a common thing for a Lupine to feel. Customary, Lupines only felt shame and anger. Such was their lot in life. Yet, somehow, He felt pride as the Rylothi Vodka took it's time making it's way down his throat. Warmth. Then, a quick moment of joy. Yet, instead of the abject sadness, that fleeting sense of pride came. For a moment, He could not quite understand why.
Yet, He felt something He'd not felt in ages. Days? Months? Years?
Time was something He had grown far beyond that even a moment could hold a lifetime. And a lifetime could be gone in but a moment.
Yet, there she sat, ordering the same as He. And in that moment, a single tear dropped from his left eye. He flicked it away with a finger as he rose his murky glass to his lips. He let the burn fill him, and remembered one thing. Of all the millions of people in this Force-Forsaken galaxy, there were two people He knew for a fact He could count on no matter what. A rare luxury, to be sure. One, His mate, his love, the only thing that kept him going for so long...His sweet Ruu. His wife, confidant, and one true love. The other? A daughter who reminded him so much of her mother that just to see her would bring him to his knees. Not just for the fact that she made him think of his sweet Curupira, no, because in her, He saw himself. The true heir to the throne of Figaro Favoura IV, the heir of the Lupine Race. He knew she was the one to bring their people back to the forefront of the Galaxy. Through Curupira, they finally broke the curse of true mental instability. He was not one to receive such a gift, but his daughter, his little one, he Little Wolf, SHE would be the one.
But in this moment, dark, almost clouded sapphire orbs looked upon her. He had aged quite a bit, looking like a man in his early 40's. He'd been through much beyond the reaches of the galaxy He'd fled to. Yet, here and now, He felt pride. And He relished it, taking it in for exactly what it was. Turning to her, He smiled, and set his glass upon the bar-top.
" Hello, my little wolf. I've missed you, more than you know."
In that moment, the most violent, truly evil and horrid man this galaxy had known in decades...smiled.
A true, heartwarming, and loving smile. To those who knew not, they might be disturbed. But from a father to his daughter, it was pure love. Something a Sith would not be accused of in any timeline. Even those branded as true evil were capable of love and admiration.
Edited by Ket Van-Derveld, 02 February 2018 - 07:56 PM.