"Business"

[Darth Abyss]

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as he saw the tears running down from her face, more painful than any injury he had ever experienced with physical means. If he simply could turn back time in this exact moment, he would do it, to stop himself from ever walking upon the path of the sith, without one thought wasted on the things he had accomplished because of it. Seeing her fear and sorrow would already pain him, but being the thing that made her feel like that was worse, way worse.

"I have a plan. But as I said it is drastic."

He took a deep breath, searching for words that didn't made his plan sound as crazy at it was. But considering what exactly he planned, that was a pretty hard task.

"A clone body by itself is only a very temporary solution. Whatever my spirit, my essence is today it is definitely not human anymore. With every day that my body fades, the darkness inside of me grows stronger. A new body would simply break under the weight of it."

His breathing was getting a bit irregular, as he felt panic inside himself. A single drop of sweat began to run down his forehead, as he struggled to continue. All the power he had gained was not the blessing he had believed it was, in fact it was a curse that no one could lift.

"There is a way, but you will not like it, so please listen to me till the end. I am have study the sith for years, and a few of the managed to encase their spirits into objects, not flesh. In my case, it will be my mask."

A slightly relieved sigh emerged from his chest, as he had managed to get thjs far without sounding as mad as it would've been possible. Still mad, but reasonable mad considering his situation.

"That is what I have to do to survive, but there is more. Something I started planning after I meet you. A alchemical object that in combination with my mask will allow me to control a body, without the full burden of my spirit breaking it apart. I will be able to feel you, and you will able to feel me."

He looked at her, worry marking every part of his face. It was a lot to take in, especially all at once. Yet he still hsd hope that she would understand that he had to become something beyond humanity to continue his existence.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

He wanted to turn himself into a mask. Into a god damn mask. Yep, they were really having this conversation. Welcome to the world of the force sensitive, sometimes it's better to be born without powers. Regardless of how strange the situation was, Miss Blonde hurt. She didn't want to lose Abyss and she certainly didn't want him to become a mask that could just hop from body to body. She'd never do something like that, it was HER body, and she damn well wouldn't of given it up in his situation. But that was the issue, it was his problem. So if he was going to do this, if he was going to lose his body then what came next was only fair.

Blonde was nervous about it, she only ever did this for a few select people. She knew Abyss was dying, she could sense the corruption in his veins and marked on his soul. It was a patchwork of sprawling black darkness with barely any room for joy and love, how he had managed to get so close to her was incredibly considering how it had affected him so drastically on a physical and ethereal level. But what mattered what was going down right now.

"Alright." It was a simple answer to everything that Abyss had laid out for her.

Rising up from the sheets the woman sat up in the small bed with her bare chest visible to Abyss as she too would metaphorically lay it all out there for him. If he was truly dying, and if he did care for her the way she did for him, this was it. So she weakly smiled and reached up to her face to inch her fingers away from her mask.

"I'm not letting you die without seeing the real you. Without seeing the man I fell for like a stupid teenaged girl." Blonde's fingers grabbed the mask and let it fall to the side of the bed.

Her face was pleasant and gorgeous, and most importantly young. Very young despite her actual age. Miss Blonde showed him who was beneath the mask, the crime lord known for the deaths of countless people was small blonde girl who was just trying to hold on to something good in her life.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She said with a very shy voice. This wasn't something she did often.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

He searched for the right words, but there were none. After all this had went a good bit better than he expected. She took it well, considering that he planned to anchor his spirit to his mask and become something very far from human. His eyes meet her face, her real face not obscured by a mask or something else, and it was both beautiful and painful for him to look at. She was even better looking than he had imagined, but it also showed him what he could lose when he stepped into transcendence. Without thinking about it twice, he reached for his own mask, carelessly throwing the piece of wood out of the bed.

His face had been fairly handsome once, not as exceptional as hers but still noticeable. In the structure and details it was still visible, but the corruption had done much to him, and the rest came from the many things he had struggled through in his life, and unsurprisingly he even looked a few years older than [member="Miss Blonde"]. His nose was slightly crooked from the many times it had been broke, his skin was pale and sickly looking and his veins were violet and overly pronounced on his face. And yet not all of his former appearance had faded completely, his eyes and everything around them still showed a certain amount of his humanity, allowing a far closer look into his internal feelings than he would've liked. That was one of the reasons he wore a mask, as it helped to obscure that he was still human, but right now human was all he wanted to be.

Again he struggled for words, and again he found none. He wanted to preserve the moment, hold it and never let it fade away, but moments like this were volatile. Instead of speaking he simply pushed his body up, and pulled her towards him in a long, passionate kiss. For a second they were neither a dieing and probably borderline crazy sith and the probably most infamous crime Lord in the galaxy, but just two souls struggling against the all devouring darkness of an unfair galaxy. After the kiss, he finally found words, his voice unnaturally thin and silent.

"This does not have to end. You could make me a clone body, it would still be me in some way. I just would not be in it all the time, only when you need me."

It was a very small glimpse of hope, but he wouldn't be able to live with himslrf if he didn't said it. He never intended to jump from body to body, but do something even more strange instead. But that was a detail that was better kept for a later point. After all it wasn't weirder than the rest of what he told her.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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The darkness didn't bother Blonde, she was living in it ever since Jarven went missing. All that mattered was the man, and how she knew she could trust him. That she could even see herself loving him, maybe not in the traditional sense. But Blonde had had enough of tradition, enough of a white picket fence and a few rug rats. She had enough of asking her partner what they wanted for dinner, gone were the days of routine now. She wanted something new, and while she would never stop being a mother to her children, she wanted this new and exciting journey to the next step of their relationship.

So after their long and loving kiss, Blonde smiled at Abyss and put a hand up to his cheek. Her thumb gently rubbed against his cheek and she had nothing but want and love in her blue eyes towards Abyss. It was a star filled gaze she had not had for a very long while. It was at that moment where Blonde took a back seat and Patricia was in the driver seat ready to be herself. This was what was under the mask, under the persona of power and lamenting. Just Patricia.

"I'd like that." Patricia said with a soft smile on her face.

"Just- Just don't go dying on me in a hurry. I like this face, it looks good on you the way it is." Scars, crooked nose, marks, and all. It was his face that told the story of Abyss.

That soft smile would then turn into a wolfish grin and she'd make her move. Pushing forward the woman kissed Abyss lovingly, but this one was a bit different from the last one. This one was less of a "I hope you feel better." kiss, and more of a "The writers should give us some private time." Kind of kiss. So that was that, and Patricia would spend her time there with Abyss, in the bunker where there was no sunrise.

[member="Darth Abyss"]