Corellia: Rik
Timeframe: Life Day, in the weeks following the Winter Gala
For
Rik Perris
, It was good to see his siblings and parents all gathered together to celebrate what was, for many, the most joyous time of the year, when he had by and large seen them apart, if at all in the case of Kelly T. Perris, over the past many years. This togetherness had been rare; it felt like a promise for the times ahead, but Rik was hesitant to see it as anything more than something to be cherished, an isolated thing, uncertain as to how long this respite would last.
That brought up other matters. As Rik spent this time with his folks, indulging in fond mutual ribbing and teasing of his brothers and sisters, as they caught up with each others’ lives, it slowly began to set in that this might be what he had missed the most, the cocoon of family. That witnessing the still-strong and loving relationship of his parents over these past many weeks stirred something in him that had been all but buried by the ravages of time.
Tied into that subtle desire, was that his thoughts had drifted often to that night on Naboo, a collection of heady moments that had him feeling a little - as Ivalyn had put it - crazy. When he was left with himself again, left to replay it all, it slowly brought to him some stark realisations about just what he might be getting himself into with an older woman who had an assistant and anyone elses that screened her calls… but as sobering as that was, it wasn't as sobering as where she had come from, and her family background. Her heritage.
Looking into Dosuun, curiously querying his parents who had flown with the Alliance when they were young, prior to its dissolution and reorganisation into its current state, getting the perspective of his teenage brother Toby who had a head for the past… his enlightenment had parked his rear and pulled him into some long considerations, day in and day out. Long ones. But after all that, for all that being a Yvarro might mean, and despite her familial ties, he hadn't gotten a single lick of the sense that she was the same as that. He felt no greater truth than what he knew definitively - that Ivalyn Yvarro was a charming, intelligent, beautiful woman who had left such a wholly distinct impression on him that he couldn't shake. An impression that came back around and reminded him, daily, of just how it felt to have her in his arms, when his thoughts and attention were utterly elsewhere.
Maybe he was crazy, but he might also be kicking himself for years if he didn't take the chance. Snapped out of his most recent episode of wandering introspection to be asked about if he'd take dessert, he looked up at his mother, asked how long until dessert was ready, then excused himself to step outside and make a call. With the door shut behind him, he wandered out onto the footpath for some semblance of privacy, pulled out his comm, and brought up the contact that Ivalyn had impressed upon him was direct - hers alone - and stared at it for some moments before loosing a loaded breath.
“Well, could be the good kind of crazy,” he uttered with a short laugh, giving his head a little shake, “Here goes something...” then he tapped the contact to initiate the call, and waited for it to patch through.
For
Rik Perris
, It was good to see his siblings and parents all gathered together to celebrate what was, for many, the most joyous time of the year, when he had by and large seen them apart, if at all in the case of Kelly T. Perris, over the past many years. This togetherness had been rare; it felt like a promise for the times ahead, but Rik was hesitant to see it as anything more than something to be cherished, an isolated thing, uncertain as to how long this respite would last.That brought up other matters. As Rik spent this time with his folks, indulging in fond mutual ribbing and teasing of his brothers and sisters, as they caught up with each others’ lives, it slowly began to set in that this might be what he had missed the most, the cocoon of family. That witnessing the still-strong and loving relationship of his parents over these past many weeks stirred something in him that had been all but buried by the ravages of time.
Tied into that subtle desire, was that his thoughts had drifted often to that night on Naboo, a collection of heady moments that had him feeling a little - as Ivalyn had put it - crazy. When he was left with himself again, left to replay it all, it slowly brought to him some stark realisations about just what he might be getting himself into with an older woman who had an assistant and anyone elses that screened her calls… but as sobering as that was, it wasn't as sobering as where she had come from, and her family background. Her heritage.
Looking into Dosuun, curiously querying his parents who had flown with the Alliance when they were young, prior to its dissolution and reorganisation into its current state, getting the perspective of his teenage brother Toby who had a head for the past… his enlightenment had parked his rear and pulled him into some long considerations, day in and day out. Long ones. But after all that, for all that being a Yvarro might mean, and despite her familial ties, he hadn't gotten a single lick of the sense that she was the same as that. He felt no greater truth than what he knew definitively - that Ivalyn Yvarro was a charming, intelligent, beautiful woman who had left such a wholly distinct impression on him that he couldn't shake. An impression that came back around and reminded him, daily, of just how it felt to have her in his arms, when his thoughts and attention were utterly elsewhere.
Maybe he was crazy, but he might also be kicking himself for years if he didn't take the chance. Snapped out of his most recent episode of wandering introspection to be asked about if he'd take dessert, he looked up at his mother, asked how long until dessert was ready, then excused himself to step outside and make a call. With the door shut behind him, he wandered out onto the footpath for some semblance of privacy, pulled out his comm, and brought up the contact that Ivalyn had impressed upon him was direct - hers alone - and stared at it for some moments before loosing a loaded breath.
“Well, could be the good kind of crazy,” he uttered with a short laugh, giving his head a little shake, “Here goes something...” then he tapped the contact to initiate the call, and waited for it to patch through.
