A Cordial Introduction

[Endiir Demaris]

A CORDIAL INTRODUCTION​

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Planet: Coruscant
Location: Orowood District, Orowood Tower, Penthouse


Chamber music rung throughout the winding halls of the penthouse, the instrumental strums of piano chords audible within the entirety of the suite, accentuated by the thick marble walls and large open spaces, naught but its melodic tune could be heard within the living quarters, the thick soundproof windows prevented the pollution of outside noise to interrupt the serenity that danced through the Alderaanian architecture. A mechanical shuffle pierced the harmonious composition, the recording continued to play however, although it disrupted the man whom had been listening.

Endiir was perched across a large leathris chair, the cured hide was a midnight blue complimenting the cobalt of the room, his beady eyes flickering open at the intrusion, accommodating the expected sight of a protocol droid, whose silver chassis was disguised by plating of equal paleness, glimmering graciously in the Coruscanti twilight. In the droids hands were two plates, adorning both plates was the same dish, a beautifully carved hunk of meat sitting in the center, decorated by a trim of exotic salads and the subsequent silverware. Tilting his head into a nod of approval, Endiir rose from his seated vantage point, bringing a flatted palm across his broad chest to iron out the creases that had been embedded into red plaid three piece suit. Departing, the man headed for the adjoining room, the droid following along. Endiir entered the dining hall, his umber gaze wandering across it analytically, searching for any imperfections amid its already immaculate presentation.

The clunk of plates meeting wood sliced harshly through the tune of the composition again, the droid having set both dishes to rest against the elongated dining table that rested in the center of the room, boasting an impressive myriad of silverware and candles seated atop a long, thin tablecloth that struck horizontally through the center of the obsidian counter-top. The dishes were scalding, intentionally so, as Endiir didn't want the food to go cold before the inevitable arrival of his guest, a delegate from the Fel Empire. Sitting in silence, the man listened to what remained of the music, one leg folded across to other whilst he waited for the delicate knocking of knuckles against the distant oak door, signalling Neveah's anticipated arrival.

 

[Nevaeh Krytal]

Her journey to Coruscant had been pleasant as it usually was. During her delegations on Coruscant it was custom for her to travel in a luxurious ship, designed to impress. To make things better she had the chance to wear elegant, expensive clothes. As she walked up the corridor toward the dining room door she couldn't help but realise that this life was made for her. The droid knocked three times on the door then introduce her, swinging them open. Neveah wasn't quiet sure what to expect from this meeting. As far as she knew she was sent to get to know him. Easy.

She put on a gracious smile, ever the lady, as she walked through the doors. It had an immaculate interior that stole her attention. The dress she had picked out was one of her favourites. It hugged over her curves and flowed down, trailing against the floor as she neared her chair. She fit in amongst the opulent furniture and décor. Before today she had tried to picture what he would look like, but her minds eye wasn't as accurate as she thought it to be. Neveah bowed her head gently. "Neveah Fel. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her tone of voice suggested a high class upbringing.

Her chair was pulled out by the droid, who pushed it back in as she lowered herself down. The dinner had already been set on the table. It was a lot more classy then she assumed it to be. But perhaps she had underestimated him. Keeping her eye contact she licked her lips slowly in anticipation. "The food looks delicious. Thank you for entertaining me."

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[Endiir Demaris]

Endiir needn't wait long, the sensors embedded into the hallway adjacent the entrance of his luxurious abode alerted him prematurely to the delegates arrival, and thus he commanded his droid to welcome her inside. Lifting himself from the chair, the felt-tipped feet of it slid backwards across the sienna floor, guided by the backs of his knees. The man presented himself formally, his perceptive gaze traversing her figure, surveying her every movement as she entered, it had been a considerable length of time since he had welcomed a guest of such undeniable beauty into the precarious comfort of his home, although her aesthetics didn't dissuade him from the expected etiquette of someone in his position.

Watching the woman tilt her head inwards, he offered her the smallest smiles of acknowledgement, wrinkles deepening at the edges of his eyes with the gesture. Endiir remained steadfast, planted firmly in place, little would successfully sway the dutiful presentation he offered, an arm rolling outwards in indication to the chair opposite him, the one the droid had deferentially pulled aside for her, his fingertips pointing like the barbed iron end of an arrow, his intensely analytical gaze stealing a glance at the silken fabrics that adorned her physique, appreciative the exorbitant nature of them and their corresponding finesse.

"Please." he requested of her, his words a coercive addition to her taking her seat.

Taking his own, Endiir settled back into the tallness of the wooden chair, his left leg folding across its twin.

"I am Endiir Demaris, it's a pleasure to have you here." he told her, his voice was deep albeit strained.

Bringing his hands to the tablecloth carefully folded beneath the platter of his dish, he carefully unfolded it, his movements deliberate and precise, before allocating it a place on his lap, his fingertips returning to the table to readjust his dinner.

"Loin from one of the larger beasts of Dromund Kaas, bathed in a cherry sauce and dressed with an Alderaanian salad, which was in fact cultivated in this very building." he informed her. "Tell me Miss Fel, what is it about me that caught the attention of your father, so much so that he would send his own daughter to meet me?" he asked her.

Following his question, nimble fingers slipped across the rod of his silver fork, lifting it and a knife from the talbetop, driving the tip of the blade through the hard exterior of the meat, cutting down and through the soft pink interior, separating it from the mass. Lifting the procured square of loin, Endiir peered down at it, observing before he finally let his lips encompass the enjoyable warmth its succulent shell concealed. A flicker of joy would betray the placidity of his expression and his gaze soon realigned to accommodate to seated maiden, patiently awaiting an answer.

 

[Nevaeh Krytal]

Neveah followed suit, carefully peeling the napkin and setting it gently over her lap. Her gaze momentarily averted to the steaming piece of meat placed in the centre of her plate. Even the aroma stirred her emotions. Everything seemed to fit into place, like a well made puzzle of finery and upper class etiquette. The whole process was thoroughly invigorating. It had been a while since she had been able to play the part of a princess to full. She always enjoyed it when the opportunity rose.

"I must say, I'm profoundly impressed." She cut into the meat, an overflow of juices spreading across the white porcelain. The flavour exploded in her mouth while her jaw worked on chewing it slowly. It was tender and bursting with a delicious seasoning that put a delicate smile on her mouth. After swallowing and taking a small sip of wine, she replied. "I suppose his intentions were simply social." In truth, a new face, especially in times such as these, was something to further investigate. Neveah had no doubt that letting people know that was nothing short of offensive.

"I have no doubt you're just as partial to a little company as the rest of us." She cut another slice from her meat. Tackling things in smaller slices was something she had only just grasped the concept of. Previously there had been nobody to impress so speedily eating her dinner was always the option. However Endiir's attitude and home cried out for the correct manner and Neveah was going to deliver of course. "I jumped at the chance of course. I knew you would be an impressive character." She stopped for a moment, glancing around the dinning room once again. "It seems I judged correctly."

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[Endiir Demaris]

Endiir brought his fingertips across the stem of his wineglass, his thumb and forefinger supporting the underside of the half-spherical container, lifting the crimson beverage to his lips for an experimental sip, inhaling the potent aroma wafting from the carmine liquid. After allowing a sip of wine to slide down his throat, he cleared it, gently setting the drink back down and replacing it with cutlery, slicing into the loin a second time. Once again the familiar sound of chamber music filled the hollow halls of the penthouse, the angelic tune doing well to emphasize the nature of the visit and the formality of its corresponding theme. Endiir held himself with confidence, his posture unsurpassed and his etiquette difficult to match, throughout eating his dinner, he simply watched his guest thoughtfully, letting her speak her mind, all the while his methodical gaze rigorously burrowed into her person, as if he could see through her veil of decorum.

"Your presumptions are correct." he told her, pausing to peer down at a cube of meat, which then met the flat side of his knife. "I am sure you will find me.. very interesting." he concluded.

He offered her little other input, surveying her, gauging any reactions his words might have spurred.

 

[Nevaeh Krytal]

Neveah had no intention of keeping the conversation going through out the entire night. Not entirely on her own at least. She cut off another sizeable piece of meat, breaking it up into three smaller ones. Her knife was set back down against the table as she speared each of them, passing them by her lips. The food was exquisite and she seemed to be having a hard time focusing on anything but the aromatic burst of flavours, complimented by the sour after taste of wine. As she was chewing her third, final chunk she set her fork back down beside her plate. Her fingers laced around the napkin on her lap, before bringing it up to dab at the corners of her mouth.

Though she was sure there was nothing of interested around her mouth, she did it just to be sure. After returning it to her lap, she curled her fingers around the glass stem of her drink. "Tell me, Mr Demaris, what is it you do exactly?" She took a short sip, inhaling the pungent wisps of spice and alcohol. An all together pleasing mix.

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[Endiir Demaris]

As the rendition of the classical tune came to a close, there was naught but the delicate chink of knives and forks against the finest of china and the rustle of their movements. Endiir observed her appreciatively, it was a rare occurrence that he welcomed someone into his home that possessed such an innate elegance, finding it rather refreshing to the usual congregations and gatherings he held in the exact hall they dined. The prongs of his fork sunk through his final piece of meat and his knife carried across a small amount of cherry sauce, bathing the cooling muscle in the sweet condiment.

A small exhale of amusement flared Endiir's nostrils, he had been asked this question before, an inquiry often made on occasions such at this. "I do a wide range of things, from investing my wealth into organizations, products and other objects of notable interest, to attending charity events." he told her simply, beginning to tend to his salad.

Endiir's sharp perceptive gaze expertly disguised his ulterior nature, a predatorial desire lingering beneath the external mask he presented to those about him, a lilt almost impossible to discern even to the most keen of eyes.

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[Nevaeh Krytal]

Neveah could do nought but nod and smile politely. So far, she had to admit, he had an impeccable taste in...everything. She returned to the succulent piece of meat, only half finished. "Perhaps you could tell me a little more about them at a later date." She glanced up once to offer a short smile, before slicing off another small chunk, accompanied by a forkful of salad. After finishing her mouthful and clearing away any stray food on her mouth, Neveah sat back in her chair. The back rest supported her weight magnificently, it was a rather relaxing feeling.

"You must tell me a little more about yourself." She smiled, her features hinting at an ever curious mind. There was always a thirst for knowledge within Neveah. Be it knowledge of science, literature, people or places. She knew there was more to learn about this man then he was really letting on. She could sense it with almost anyone. Everyone had their secrets, and she could almost taste them.

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[Endiir Demaris]

Endiir sat in silence, the tip of an exposed forefinger ran circles across the circular edge of his beverage, the crimson liquid inside turbulent as a result of the contemplative motion. Soft, regulated exhales plumed down from Endiir's nostrils whilst he continued his analysis, watching Neveah conduct herself and the deliberate nature of her movements, all set in motion in an attempt to disguise a darker nature, or at least that was what he deduced, he might be mistaken. Bringing a hand to the cuff of a plaid sleeve, he compulsively readjusted it, a thoughtful hum resonating from the depths of his throat.

"What is there to tell?" he asked himself, an ivory canine catching the fleshy interior of his cheek as he mulled over her query. "I have a distaste for the mundane, and I enjoy fine company, among other things." he said, being intentionally vague in hopes of rousing a fierce curiosity, the monotone of his voice catching the mellifluous atmosphere, the slight quirk of his lips broadening into a smile, dimples deepening and wrinkles folding.

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[Nevaeh Krytal]

Neveah placed a finger on her lips, pondering as he spoke. There was an edge of mystery to him and as always, that sparked an incredible amount of curiosity. Though it wouldn't do to push him for more information. She smiled politely and took another sip of the rich scarlet liquid in her glass. "How mysterious." She glanced up from the rim of her glass toward his eyes. They held something more then he was letting on, the glassy brown iris seemed to swim with things undiscovered. The sensation was so exciting Neaveh stirred in her seat.

"I do hope I live up to the standard of fine company." Her smile turned into a mildly amused grin. She set the glass back on the table. A hollow thump echoed as it met with the wood. For a moment that was the only noise that seemed to fill the hall, coupled with the classical music. Among other things, Endiir had a fine taste in music. It only made her curiouser. There had to be more to him then just fine company and a distaste for mundane things.

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[Endiir Demaris]

Endiir was inadvertently pleased to see the deep well of curiosity stir amid the abyss of her mind, catching the intense glint of her scrutinizing gaze as it sought to learn more. Bare fingers were brought together at the middle, grooving in and out of each other until they were firmly interlocked and resting against the ebony wood of the tabletop. The distant orchestration came to a close, and a screaming interval of silence ensued, leaving them both to wordlessly examine one another before the prelude of the next rendition broke the messianic air between the two.

"I fear I have been terribly rude Miss Fel." he told her, before continuing. "I have not yet asked to learn about you, so if you would be willing to indulge me, I would be glad to receive enlightenment."

Endiir's words were soft, consistent to those he had spoken previously, the smile that he had allowed to slip up across his aging face had long dissipated, replaced with the pleasant placidity he commonly wore when he looked to appease any company he shared. The droid had now returned, the mechanical shuffle of its legs and the grinding fixtures of its arms announced its arrival, in hand were two more platters, sitting upon each was a dessert.

"A hazelnut based, Coruscanti cake, sprinkled with shavings of the finest Kaleesh fruits and iced with the very best of Tython's dairy." he told her as the droid sauntered around to her, presenting intricate dish.

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[Nevaeh Krytal]

She returned her gaze to the table, cracking a smile that flashed the white of her teeth. "I'm afraid there's not much to indulge." She followed with a short, sweet laugh. "I have a distaste for the mundane and enjoy pleasant company, amongst other things." Her words were accompanied by a a knowing tone. Despite the mysterious aura surrounding him she understood completely. Neveah now realised that he was more like her than he realised, perhaps even further past her own understanding.

She turned her head to meet the dish that was being set onto the table. It looked heavenly. "You spoil me, Mr Demaris." There was no hiding her pleased tone of voice. After all, Neveah did enjoy being spoilt. It came with being a Princess.

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[Endiir Demaris]

"The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer." he told her, procuring a spoon from the tablecloth.

Slipping the edge of the spoon through the very tip of the cake, he siphoned off a sizable portion, bringing it to his lips. In similar fashion to how he greeted his wine, Endiir inhaled the sweet scent of the cake, before letting the tip of his tongue coil across the saccharine serving, quenching his desire for the course. The droid soon departed into the sweet-sounding tune that resonated from deep within the confines of the home. Leaning forward, Endiir brought his chair inwards, closing the space between his broad chest and the sharp edge of the counter.

"I find that food can be therapeutic, perhaps after you have finished your dessert, you will feel more open." he said suggestively, there was no hostility present in his tone, although his domineering presence was undeniably disconcerting, or at least to those whom were not accustom to such situations.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]