Private Crimson Expectations

[Roman Vossari]

The Prosperity | Mess Hall
Tag: Anneliese Kaohal



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Roman sat alone at a small table in the bustling mess hall of the Jedi Temple, the hum of conversation and clinking of utensils swirling around him like a distant storm. He leaned over his datapad, the luminous screen illuminating his angular features. His heart raced in anticipation; he was supposed to be meeting Anneliese for lunch today, their usual midday escape from the disciplined life of a Jedi.

But as he scrolled through messages, excitement quickly dulled into dismay. A new alert flashed sedately against the backdrop of his other notifications--a message from his parents on Serenno. Roman's heart sank as he opened it. The message outlined details of an impending visit home, stating that a transport would arrive for him the next day. Already, his parents had cleared this absence with the Jedi Council, it seemed he was expected to comply.

With every word he read, a swell of anxiety began to rise within him, knotting his stomach. He could envision his father's stern expression, could hear the weight of propriety in his voice as he spoke of family honor and responsibilities. Roman's father had always held lofty expectations; expectation weighed heavily like the burden of a lightsaber on his hip. Dread seeped into his thoughts, drowning out the vibrant image of Anneliese's smile that danced in the corners of his mind.

He had hoped to share yet another passionate conversation over lunch today--either reliving their harrowing adventure weeks ago on Qiilura where they faced that strange, almost mythical entity, or perhaps exchanging dreams and aspirations they dared to share away from the council's watchful eyes. Instead, he felt the walls of his life constricting around him, the noise of the hall fading into a muffled echo in his ears as he pressed his fingers against his temples.

Roman bit his lip, fighting back the swell of frustration and anxiety. The swift switch of emotions was almost overwhelming, how could he be expected to concentrate on anything other than this sudden obligation? His heart was torn between the call of family demands and the delicate thrill of young love that felt so right.

The echoes of laughter and the comforting aroma of lunch being served lingered in the air like distant reminders of a world he felt increasingly disconnected from. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling a sense of isolation creep in, a feeling that reminded him far too much of his childhood on Serenno. Would he be locked into another round of formal discussions about the family's legacy? Another reminder of how he should behave and what paths he should follow?

"I can't believe I have to go back…" he muttered under his breath, half hoping Anneliese would arrive to hear him speak his worries, grounding him back to his choices and the path of a Jedi. He tried to focus, his thoughts racing back to the touch of her hand, the glimmer in her eyes, the thrill of being alive in the moment they shared. They had faced danger together, after all--surely the strength they found within that embrace could buoy him against this new tide.

Just as the tension inside him began to settle, he glanced back to the entrance of the mess hall. He willed for Anneliese to walk in, to break through this cloud of anxiety with her warmth and laughter.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X III Theme Song IIII Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: The Prosperity II The Mess Hall
Objective: Lunch Date
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Anneliese hurried down the bustling corridor of the pride and joy of the Jedi Order, the Prosperity. Speaking up and excusing herself she let out a small huff of annoyance. She was late -- she was supposed already be in the Mess Hall sitting with Roman, enjoying his company already... but instead, she'd lost track of time in the Archives, only causing her time with him to be reduced with him.

Leaping over a small ledge and landing on the ground, tucking into roll she took off once again into a light sprint.

It had been a busy past couple of weeks since her visit to Qiilura -- too many things to keep track of had happened, a lot of them to be honest were spur of the moment and unexpected. As she recalled all the people she'd been in contact with, one she knew, whom she'd not gotten much time with due to her sheer level of responsibility was her own Master, Valery Noble -- but she knew the time was coming and had a feeling there was going to be a lot to catch up on... well, more than a feeling. She had been forced to submit a report detailing the events that had transpired on her home-world -- and was told to await council from her Master... nothing said thanks for trusting me like stirring up an ancient entity and neglecting to disclose these things right away, and then being questioned later about it where you ended up having to tell the truth... Thankfully she'd managed to take heat off Roman as she confessed it was her decision to not tell the truth right away -- disciplinary talk, here we go.

Adding to all things, she'd encountered a man that had met her Master, Tycho Arak , who had helped her glean some wisdom and insight on the mess she'd somehow gotten herself involved in -- helping to equip her with knowledge he'd gained from his lifetime in hopes she could use some of it to fight this entity.

Yeah -- heavy chit for a young adult. She sighed heavy as she came to the doors of the Mess Hall. Her relief was just on the other side of these doors.

Walking now into the Mess Hall, choosing to leave these things at the door she burst in and bee-lined straight to Roman. Sneaking up behind him, he slid her hands around and onto his eyes. "Guess who?" Letting out a light giggle, she swung her body around the side of his face and nuzzled her face lightly into his cheek. "Its me! I know -- big surprise... I mean who--..." Pausing mid-sentence she looked into his soft sapphire eyes and immediately noticed something was up, he wasn't in his usual demeanor, he seemed, bothered. Looking down at the holopad in his hand, she spoke once again, her voice slightly softer this time. "Roman... is everything... ok?"

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman forced a smile, the corners of his mouth lifting as he turned to face Anneliese, her familiar warmth washing over him like a gentle tide. His heart, though still plagued with anxious thoughts, fluttered at her playful entrance. "Anneliese." he said, his voice light, attempting to mask the heaviness still lingering in his chest.

He nudged the data pad away, trying to hide the glow of his parents' message as if it were a shadow he could banish with a shift of perspective. "You're the best kind of surprise." he added, laughter bubbling to the surface, though it felt slightly strained. The mess hall buzzed around them, a cacophony of voices and laughter that he desperately wanted to immerse himself in, if only for a moment.

"Everything's fine," he assured her, too quickly, but he could see the concern in her eyes, the way they sought reassurance. "I was just... stuck on some reports." A slight lie, one he hoped would suffice for now. He leaned in a bit closer, warming at the nuzzle against his cheek, and felt a flutter of resolve. Their moments together were sacred, he didn't want to taint this lunch with the burdens of family duty.

As they sat together, he felt the weight of his worries begin to lift, perhaps fear would be easier to face later with the strength of Anneliese by his side. Maybe she could help him steer through the uncertainty. "But enough about me," he chirped, adopting a more genuine enthusiasm. "What about you? How was training?"

He leaned in, sipping his drink as her eyes sparkled with the thrill of her latest encounter. But no matter how enthralled he was, the specter of his impending departure loomed over him, darkening the edges of their conversation.

When there was a lull, he found a moment of courage mixed with a twinge of regret. "Actually," he began, weighing his emotions carefully, "I need to tell you something." Anneliese's brow furrowed slightly, the concern returning. Roman took a deep breath. "I have to leave first thing in the morning… for Serenno."

He saw the flicker of understanding in her gaze, recognition of the obligations that accompanied his lineage. But then he quickly added, "But I think… you should come with me" His tone was light, as if proposing an adventure rather than a duty. "It could be fun? We could explore the old family estate, catch up with some old friends, and I don't know, maybe meet my parents?"

His heart raced, hoping she would see this as the opportunity he intended. "I mean, it's no Qiilura but... could a different kind of adventure?" he chuckled softly, hoping to mask his vulnerability. "How about it? Come with me." he stated, sliding the data pad over suggesting that she should put in for some leave again.

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Tag: Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X III Theme Song IIII Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: The Prosperity II Mess Hall
Objective: Lunch Date
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As Roman talked to her, and his demeanor began to lighten, she gave him slight side eye... not wholly buying into the excuse he tried to pawn off onto her. He knew him better than that... but also knew better than to push -- it wasn't how they operated. She trusted him, and knew if it was something to tell, he'd share when he was ready to share, not until then and that was fine.

He asked how training was going and she gave him a loaded look, a odd smile adorning her face. "Well you know -- its been interesting to say the least. I've mainly been in and out of the archives, tracking a lead on what we discovered back on Qiilura, I'll keep you posted." Putting her rucksack on the table top, she dug into her bag and pulled out her usual pouch of dried meat, taking a stick and biting off a small piece as his voice broke the short silence.

He wanted her to go... where?

Coughing just slightly on her bite her emerald eyes gave him surprised stare. He really wanted her to meet his parents... he wanted to take her to his home. A big, and warm smile crept all over her face as she giggled warmly. "You wanna take me home and meet your parents? Are you sure they'll like me? I'm not exactly... nobility." Her heart was full -- this was... something new, and for once, he'd taken her by surprise -- but, it was nice and she liked it.

A groan escaped her lips.

"Roman...." She sighed. "I'm not sure if I can. I'm on watch -- awaiting further council from Master Val, she's been busy... but I suspect I'll be in touch with her soon." She slumped in her seat slightly as she pictured what Val and her would talk about. " One of the masters approached me about my report once we'd checked back in -- and I may... have left a few details out by.... selective omission. But!..." She raised her hand as if to shush him. "I came clean -- and told them it was my choice. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to go with you... maybe... if you asked." Her eyes lit up as she stared at him, her hand coming across the table. "Think you could sweet talk them... I'd be your personal ward -- I'll be on my best behavior. Promise." Her mischievous grin spreading all over her face, her canines in full view as her nose scrunched up.

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with an earnest glimmer. "Anneliese, don't even worry about it." he reassured her with a gentle smile. "My parents? They'd be fools not to like you. Trust me, once they see your spark and hear your laughter, they'll be won over in no time."

He paused, contemplating the weight of what he was about to propose. "I'll ask the council, though. Leave it to me." he said confidently, a hint of mischief in his tone, recognizing that his family held a certain sway. He could work his charm, and he had a good feeling their approval wouldn't be difficult to gain--he was pretty sure Master Val liked him?

With that, the tension melted away, and the atmosphere around the two brightened. They fell back into easy laughter and flirtations, their playful banter filling the air with warmth. Roman snagged another bite of his lunch, grinning as Anneliese playfully poked fun at him, her canines peeking out with that infectious enthusiasm.

He cherished these moments--the simple joy of sharing a meal with her, their connection growing stronger with each chuckle and tender exchange. As they wrapped up their lunch, his resolve solidified, nothing would stop him from making this happen. He set his sights on the council chamber, determined to have Anneliese on this journey with him.

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Since their afternoon lunch had faded into the evening, Roman had pursued one approval after another, charming Masters and gently persuading those who held the final say like a skilled musician coaxing out a delicate melody. He had learned early on that a glimmer of charisma and a sprinkle of earnestness could sway even the sternest of hearts. By the early hours of the morning, the last of the approvals had come through. Roman had felt a surge of triumph, like a star igniting, and now he was propelled by an urgent need to find Anneliese, to whisk her away before the opportunity slipped through his fingers.

Arriving at Anneliese's door, he paused only briefly to catch his breath before knocking, his knuckles rapping softly against the sleek surface. When he heard the rustling from inside, anticipation surged within him. He slid the door open without waiting for a response, stepping into her room with an expectant grin.

"Hey, just got the last confirmation, my personal ward. We're headed out now." he declared, scanning the room filled with carefully arranged books, trinkets, and the unique flair that was so distinctly her. "Grab what you can, we can figure everything else out on the way."

Roman could see her mind racing, calculating what to prioritize in the brief moment of chaos. As she began hastily shoving items into a small bag, Roman moved closer, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling in his chest. He had always appreciated her ability to act decisively but knew she often overthought.

In a flash, she had gathered a few of her essentials. Roman grinned as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground with ease, "Let's go! We don't have all day." he teased, and with that, he whisked her out of the room.

As they made their way to the hangar, a sense of exhilaration coursed through Roman's veins, and he could almost feel the stars calling to them. When they finally entered the expansive hangar, Roman's heart groaned at the sight before them: a luxurious yacht, gleaming under the ambient lights, waited in silent anticipation. Its sleek lines, polished metal shell, and spacious deck whispered promises of adventure.

The yacht, belonging to the House of Vossari, was a reflection of their affluence, or maybe it was a reminder from his father about the power they held. Though they were not as renowned as some of the other families of Serenno, Roman's family was undeniably rich, and this ship was a testament to their wealth. A full crew stood at the ready, waiting for their command, while the ship's gentle hum resonated with life.

Despite the allure of the vessel, Roman felt a twinge of annoyance at its extravagant presence. "Couldn't they have sent something a little more subtle?" he muttered under his breath. He knew their family wealth allowed for such opulence, but the grandeur felt almost like a spotlight shining too brightly on them.

The crew greeted them with respectful bows, their professional demeanor adding to the surreal atmosphere. "Shall we?" Roman led Anneliese up the ramp, her vibrant presence beside him grounding him amidst the luxury that surrounded them.

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Tag: Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X III Theme Song IIII Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Objective: Meet the Parents
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Giving Roman a reassuring smile -- she chose not to dwell on what was, but rather what was in front of her. Giggling and laughing like usual at their normal lunch time shenanigans -- conversations varying from inside jokes in the classroom, to what they were struggling with, to what was for dinner... the normal day in and day out topics that never seemed dull when they shared them with one another... Anneliese wanted to know everything -- nothing about Roman would ever be a bore because of the vibrancy he added to her life.

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After lunchtime always was the hardest thing and most depressing -- it was when she had to go her separate ways from Roman. Thankfully her days went by quick enough it just caused her to only further look forward to the next day or surprise visit from him. Typically filled with

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Morning would break, and like clock work Anneliese was up already... dressed in her work-out garb, packing her rucksack and fixing to head out to the training fields until, a gentle knock on the door would cause her ears to perk up her mind wondering who would be up at this hour until -- the doors hissed open and she saw her red-headed knight emerge forth. As Roman chided and poked at her like he usually did, her eyes narrowed in curiosity as the realization dawned on her -- for once her mouth going slack in shock. "How did you get -- you know what? Gifted horse -- not gonna question it. Give me a few seconds... I'll be ready." Anneliese wasn't a big 'material' type girl. Always wearing essentially the same outfits, often at times choosing to craft her own clothes, always keeping onto sentimental things that held a good memory, her apartment -- tidy and neat, outwardly reflected a lot about Anneliese as a person.

Holding onto Roman's hand as she allowed him to lead the way, her side satchel swinging on her side, her lightsaber clipped to her belt and her rucksack packed with emergency essentials they stopped as she stared at a massive ship... one that shone with every brilliance money could afford, she stood speechless as her head turned slowly to Roman. "Lets go meet your parents... they'll love you..." Her hand released his as she playfully smacked his shoulder. "You didn't tell me your parents were rich-rich... I'm woefully under-dressed and under packed... I could have at least grabbed my good sundress." Anxiety creeping up in her chest as she stared down the massive ship -- the cute and woeful naivety she had thinking a hand-made sundress would impress someone of his parents stature. Annie didn't come from money, she came from nothing -- and what she had was everything to her and more... for money didn't make her happy and she knew Roman was the same way. They would live a life together and if all they had was their love to give -- it would be everything and more.

Walking up the ramp and onto the ship, people -- well, butlers and maids all bowed and addressed Roman as "Young Master" or "Lord Vossari" -- all she could do was awkwardly smile and hold her hand up and softly mention "please stop bowing" and "oh-ok... yeah, thanks..." as they came into the ship in a large and luxurious cabin, view windows spanning from wall to wall. Turning around now that they were in a semi private audience, her eyes narrowed at Roman as an ominous and cold intent would fill the room, a slight vein popping out on her forehead as a violent smile began to creep onto her face -- her red hair seeming to lit ablaze as the curls bounced around and moved as she spoke. "Oh Roman.. dear... I think we need to catch me up to speed on who exactly your parents are... and how in the world they can send a ship the size of a small continent to pick you up?"

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman felt a mix of amusement and embarrassment wash over him as he watched Anneliese's reactions shift from awe to a kind of playful fury. He loved that fire within her, that spark that ignited when she was confronted with the unexpected. He stepped closer, his exuberance tempered by her earnestness. He had known they would be greeted with this level of opulence, but standing on the threshold of the ship only heightened his own embarrassment. It wasn't like him to bask in such excess; it felt overwhelmingly foreign when all he truly wanted was to share a part of his world without all the glittering distractions.

"Come on, let's get out of here." he said, his voice low in an attempt to shield her from the pomp and circumstance of the crew's bows and possibly an uncomfortable conversation on how much wealth his family actually had.With a quick glance around, he took her hand again and led her through the grand cabin's opulence, navigating through the finely decorated spaces until he found sanctuary in a modest guest room tucked away at the back of the ship.

The moment he stepped inside, Roman felt a wave of relief wash over him, as the room exuded warmth rather than luxury. Its walls were painted a gentle shade of cream, and a large window offered a view of the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the universe. The bed was neatly made, and while the rest of the ship spoke of extravagance, this room felt more personal.

"Here." he said sheepishly, stepping further inside and gesturing for her to follow. "I thought we might prefer somewhere a little less… overwhelming." He opened the closet to reveal several articles of clothing he had ordered in anticipation of their trip. He hadn't wanted her to feel out of place, and while he may have overestimated her interest in fancy clothes, he had hoped to find things that suited her spirit.

"Everything here should fit you." he continued, trying to quell the nervous flutter in his stomach. "And I found some snacks too." He pointed to a small package of dried meat on the bedside table. "Just in case you got hungry."

"Honestly." he continued, the embarrassment still lingering in his voice, "I know this can be overwhelming. I'm sorry for throwing you into this... I hope this helps ease any nerves." He caught her gaze, his sincerity evident as he took a step closer, the intimacy of the space shrinking their surrounding world for just a heartbeat.

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Tag: Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X III Theme Song IIII Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Objective: Meet the Parents
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As Roman grabbed her by the hand and led her through the ship, she felt a sense of adventure, of living on the edge. Roman -- who was so normally quiet and well reserved, had her by the hand, weaving and dodging past hired help, one after another -- acting like stowaways aboard a luxurious cruise liner... and then, it became more intimate, more personal.

Upon entering the room, it had... more of a "Annie" charm and quality about it. Looking around as he spoke, motioning to the small details and touches she stood in front of the closet of fine clothing that had been arranged for her. Her demeanor shrank slightly as her hands came out and moved along the exquisite wardrobe hung before her. Letting out a soft sigh, she turned around as he closed the space, allowing his hands to come around the nape of her back and hold her -- her hands coming up and resting gently on his chest. "Roman... thank you -- but --...." She bit her lip as her emerald gaze softened. "I want them to like me for me -- not the things I'm wearing... if what I wear is what they are going to judge me on, it just shows me -- they don't deserve you, because they don't really see you like I do." Her words piercing to the very heart of the manner.

"Everything else is perfect... the snacks, the room... the bed..." Her eyes now meeting his gaze with a playful tone. "Pretty sure there are activities that do not require formal dress to attend... Lord Vossari." That chiding and baiting tone now heavily laden on every word that escaped and rolled off her delicate lips. Bringing her hand up and running a finger down his chin slowly, and towards his chest, she turned around in his hold, her hair brushing his face slightly as her floral and natural woodsy scent would fill his nostrils, taking a few steps towards the closet as she pulled out a light, tan and beautifully sequenced cocktail dress. " I suppose times call for the mere commoner such as myself to adopt new tactics and become... Lady Kaohal." She spoke once again with a giggle in her tone, her head turning to the side slightly as her eyes threw the hook set with bait with one playful glance.

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman watched Anneliese as she explored the room, her energy infusing every corner with a lightheartedness that was infectious. Her gentle touch along the clothing hung in the closet drew a soft smile from him. He couldn't help but be captivated by her spirit, even in the face of a situation that had him on edge. Roman felt his own worries drift away momentarily, overshadowed by the warmth of their connection.

He stepped back slightly, allowing her space to explore as he fought against the nervousness that twisted in his stomach. His mother would certainly welcome her with open arms; she had always been open-minded and affectionate, seeing the goodness in everyone. But his father… the prospect of his father's judgment loomed like a storm cloud overhead. Roman swallowed hard, the weight of expectation pressing down on him.

He was determined to shield Anneliese from that judgment. "Anneliese, you have no idea how much it means to me that you're here and that you're willing to meet them," he said, his voice low and sincere as he drew closer again. "You're right--it shouldn't matter what you wear. But I just wanted you to feel comfortable in this world that can be so... extravagant and suffocating." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to manage the nervous energy bubbling beneath his calm facade.

As she teased him with a playful chide about being "Lord Vossari," he felt the tension start to ease. Anneliese had an uncanny ability to disarm him, to turn the overwhelming into the simple joy of being together. When she plucked a dress from the closet, his breath caught. The light, tan fabric glimmered like her spirit, and he imagined her wearing it, a vision that momentarily stole his breath away.

Roman stood there, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and admiration as Anneliese teased him with her words and playful glances. Every movement she made resonated deeply within him, each flip of her hair or playful gesture striking him with the warmth of her spirit.

As she turned to the closet, Roman's gaze followed her, admiring the way the light fabric clung to her fingers and how her laughter danced in the air. "No dress can ever overshadow the beauty you bring into the world, Anneliese. Whether you wear sequins or simplicity, you are enchanting in every way."

"You know," he continued, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in closer, "I think Lady Kaohal would be an absolutely captivating sight, but I must admit, I might be tempted to forget all about any formal event and steal this Lady away."

He shook his head, half-amused and half-admiring her spirit, before pacing towards the bed, his expression turning more earnest. "Anneliese," he began, the affection in his voice threading through each word. He sat down on the edge of the plush bedding, extending his arms to beckon her closer into his embrace. As she approached, he could sense the vibrant energy that infused the room, each moment with her igniting a spark deep within him. "I know my family will be... a lot to handle sometimes," he admitted, his brow furrowing slightly as he recalled the grandiosity and expectations that came with being part of the Vossari legacy. "If you ever need a break, if you ever want to escape the prying eyes and gilded cages, just say the word. I'll whisk you away anywhere you want. Just a quiet beach, a hidden cove--anywhere that's just ours. No formalities, no judgment."

Suddenly, the low hum of the ship shifted, and he felt a surge of energy through the hull as they entered hyperspace. The stars outside the porthole blurred into streaks of light, a mesmerizing dance of colors. Roman chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her, and added, "Looks like we're off on another journey. Let's make it one worth remembering."

With a spark of mischief igniting in his eyes, he leaned closer and whispered, "What do you say we start this adventure properly? No formalities, just us as we truly are." The warmth of his breath brushed against her skin, as the atmosphere around them filled with promise and excitement.

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Tag: Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X III Theme Song IIII Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Hyerspace
Objective: Meet the Parents
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As Roman spoke, pulling her close and into his lap once again, his arms wrapping against her -- she let out a small sigh. "I didn't get the chance to have time with my parents Roman... and maybe, maybe that's a good thing. I want them to like me... but more importantly, I want you to have a voice... and for you to be happy." Her eyes were soft and so was her tone. "It doesn't matter if they accept me or not, based on what you've told me... they may not approve of me -- I'm not from nobility." She leaned her forehead against his. "But, what I know... is you love me... and you accept me. I've already won Roman."

She wanted to desperately add that one day, they may even become a family -- implying her hearts desire of one day having children, raising a family, growing old together. She didn't need his families money -- all she wanted was his love, all she wanted was him. That would always be enough.

Thinking about the last adventure they had, a grin coming across her face as her mind drifted to her back -- the etched mark that now resided on her lower back of a bleeding crescent moon... she giggled slightly. "Yeah -- I'm pretty positive this adventure should be a bit more toned down. Best behavior... I promise." As she held her hand up as if solemnly swearing to not be too rowdy.

Raising her eyebrow just slightly, Anneliese thought to herself. "Just be who we are? Well... if that's what it takes to kick start this little adventure..." She leaned in and gave his a gentle peck on the lips as she stood up and changed how she sat on him, her leg swinging over his and her body plopping down on him, her hands coming around his neck. Her gaze never once lingering off him. "If were being who we are... then I'm just a girl... who's madly... deeply..." Her voice lowering with each word as she leaned in to him. "In love... with you..." Her lips meeting with his, the fire that burned between the two igniting once again -- and the warmth she knew so well returning -- she wanted him to feel all her love.

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Morning would break --- not that one would know based in space travel, but the chronometer in the ship would chime and wake the two from their slumber. Roman had asked Annie to be herself -- and she was a girl that couldn't resist him, for even a minute. It was a new drug for her -- for both, but as she sat in bed, the covers hugging her delicate form a content smile formed on her lips. Bringing her hands up, she wondered what it would be like... to be Anneliese Vossari-Kaohal, a bashful smile spreading onto her as her teeth shone, her head turning sideways as she stared at Roman, her hands coming to her stomach as she thought once again on the word... family... It would happen if it was meant to happen -- and if it happened with anyone, feth -- she'd hoped it was him.

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman wrapped his arms around Anneliese, feeling the warmth radiate from her as she nestled against him. Her sigh was a soft melody that resonated in the quiet of their private moment. He tilted his head, capturing her gaze with his own piercing eyes. "Anneliese," he began, his voice steady yet laced with emotion, "you are everything I've ever wanted, and the opinions of others, especially my parents, pale in comparison to what we have." He paused, letting the sincerity of his feelings sink in. "You've already won my heart, and that matters most."

As she spoke of their past adventures, he felt a familiar tug of laughter bubbling up inside him, recalling the chaos of their last escapade. Her giggle was infectious, and he couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "Best behavior, eh? We better... the Council was very clear." he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. He appreciated her willingness to embrace simplicity in a world that often pushed them to be anything but.

When she leaned closer, her words enveloped him, and he savored each syllable as if they were a fine wine. The way she said it, the way her lips twitched with affection, made his heart race. Roman's breath hitched as she drew nearer, that familiar heat igniting between them once more. "Madly, deeply," he echoed, his heart swelling with each word. Yet he knew they were not just words; they were truth wrapped in passion, the very essence of what they had cultivated together.

As her lips brushed against his, Roman cradled her face gently, deepening the kiss as all his love poured into that singular moment. It was a love unmarred by social expectations or familial ideals; it was raw, real, and perfectly theirs. There, in that soft embrace, the vast galaxy around them faded away.

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Roman stirred from his sleep, the low thrum of the ship's engines vibrating gently through the hull. He cracked his eyes open, momentarily blinded by the soft, artificial light that filled their quarters. The chronometer chimed, bright and clear, signaling the beginning of another day or what passed for it in the vacuum of space.

Anneliese, his Anneliese, nestled in the bed with a look that could make stars dim in comparison. The light from the viewport cast a soft glow around her, accentuating the delicate contours of her face, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked. At the moment, she was lost in her own world, contemplating something deep within her own mind.

"Hey," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep as he stretched and turned toward her. Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile blossomed on her lips, brightening the dim cabin like a thousand suns.

He propped himself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of her. How could someone so effortlessly beautiful exist in his life? It felt surreal. She shifted under the covers, her hands coming to rest on her stomach, and a thought crossed Roman's mind. "What are you smiling about?" he asked playfully, leaning closer as the warmth of her presence enveloped him.

Just as he began to dig into his curiosity, a firm, polite knock broke through the intimacy of the moment. Roman sighed, pulling away reluctantly as the door slid open to reveal a member of the crew. "Lord Vossari, breakfast is ready. We should be approaching Serenno in a few hours."

With a reluctant smile, Roman nodded. "Thanks, Cole. We'll be there shortly."

The crew member stepped back, giving them privacy, and Roman turned his attention back to Annie, who stirred at the sound of the knock. Her eyes blinked open, revealing that beautiful depth he had come to adore.

"Are you ready for today?" Roman asked, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of introducing her to his parents. His mother especially had long anticipated Roman finding someone special.

"I'm excited to bring you into the family. You'll love my mother, she has a way of making everyone feel special" he reassured her, moving closer to take her hands in his own. "Plus, she's never had a daughter, I'm sure she will be excited to get to know you."

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: En Route to Roman's Homeworld
Objective: Meet the Parents
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As Roman stirred awake and looked over at her, asking what she'd been smiling about, she gave a soft and content sigh as she looked at him, her emerald eyes reflecting his soft gaze. "Oh-- just thinking about some stuff... how things sound when put together." What was she supposed to tell him? They had been seeing each other few a few months now -- but by Ashla, in her heart, she knew he was for her.

As the crew member came in, virtually unannounced, she brought the sheets upwards towards her immodest body... this was going to get annoying. Letting a sigh out she looked at Roman and hugged close to him under the blankets. As he spoke on his mother, who would apparently love her -- her heart beat heavy when he referred to his mother having a daughter -- the implication heavy in his tone, as Anneliese being like a 'daughter-in-law'.

Be still my fluttering heart...

Looking back up at him, she simply pulled him into a kiss, breaking it with a joy filled smile -- shifting her weight up and out of the bed as she wrapped the blanket around her body. "I suppose its time I got dressed... give me a little bit." Moving across the room and grabbing a dress, shoes and what else she needed -- she walked towards and into the bathroom as the door hissed shut.

Getting ready was... awkward to say the least. Other female attendants had... volunteered their help in getting her ready. One working on brushing out her long unruly locks of hair, putting in jeweled clips and pinning her hair up in ways she'd never thought to do like before. Another two females, for a lack of better term, groping and grabbing and pulling her into a dress... making her feel like a glorified dress up doll... but she'd hoped it would all make Roman's jaw drop... she wanted him to see her and only her.

Practically an hour later...

Anneliese came out and into the opening Foyer, Roman had left to go get dressed and was told to come here in preparation for final landing procedures. Coming down the stairway, all eyes seemed to be on her. Her hair was up and intricately weaved in a tight braid, filled with jeweled pins that made her hair shine like it was a crackling flame. Her make-up was shadowed to match her attire -- which was a red and black ball gown with intricate flower embroideries sewn into the sheer fabric... and down her back, it was bare, and exposed... showing off the bleeding crimson moon tattoo that the entity had left -- but in this outfit, it only added to the mystery and deadly beauty she now exuded.

Walking straight to Roman, her emerald eyes vivid against the light shadowing around her eyes, she spoke, her lips pouty red and glistening. "R-Roman..." A shyness in her tone. "What... do you think?" Her eyes searching for his response.

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[Roman Vossari]

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As Anneliese slipped into the bathroom, Roman's heart danced a chaotic rhythm in his chest. He felt an urgent craving swell within him, an inexplicable mixture of pride and apprehension. It was a feeling he hadn't anticipated; bringing Anneliese home to Serenno was a significant step, one fraught with expectations and the weight of familial judgment. Pushing his worries aside, he made his way to the foyer, to pick at the food prepared. Time seemed to stretch as he paced the room. It had been far too long since he'd been back on Serenno, and the thought of reuniting with his parents--especially while under the scrutiny of their watchful eyes--sent a nervous flutter through him.

Once he felt satisfied with his snack, Roman returned to his quarters to freshen up. He meticulously adjusted his simple yet elegant red and black suit, the colors chosen deliberately to complement Anneliese's eventual choice. He knew she had style--a flair he wanted to accentuate, not overshadow. A quick look in the mirror showed him not just the face of a noble son but a man eager, hopeful even, to introduce the love of his life to some important people in his life.

With a final deep breath, he made his way back down the staircase, the anticipation thrumming through him like an electric current. Time resumed its normal flow, the minute hand racing forward as he waited, pacing restlessly as he passed the time.

Then it happened.

The door to the foyer opened with a soft hiss, and his breath caught in his throat. Anneliese appeared like a vision woven from the very fabric of the stars--her hair, intricately braided and shimmering with jeweled clips, complemented the stunning red and black gown that cascaded elegantly down her form. The gown itself seemed to breathe with her, flowing like water and stitching her allure into the very air around them. The bare expanse of her back, featuring the striking tattoo that marked her with enigma and artistry, added layers to her beauty that made Roman's heart thunder. The vibrant emerald of her eyes gleamed against the smoky shadow of her makeup, and he felt the whole galaxy narrow down to just the two of them.

He swallowed hard, his heart racing again as he took in every detail--each fold of fabric, every glimmering pin, the alluring curve of her smile. His cobalt eyes wide, he couldn't manage a single word; they were stuck somewhere deep within him as he drank in her beauty.

"What do I think?" he thought.

She searched him with those radiant eyes, looking for his reaction, and all he could muster was a breathless gaze. Every nerve ending in him was awake and alive, and he felt an overwhelming, almost possessive urge to pull her close, to claim her radiance as his own. But they were no longer alone.

A crew member, Cole again, stepped forward to deliver the news of their impending landing, but Roman, reveling in the spell Anneliese had cast, waved him off impatiently, his eyes never leaving her. In that moment, nothing else existed; it was just him, Anneliese, and the warm electric thrill of their connection.

"Breathtaking." he finally mustered up.

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When they finally touched down in the familial compound near the water, the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore served as a calming backdrop to Roman's thoughts. He marshaled his nerves, holding her hand tightly as they approached the waiting transport.

The drive felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few moments before they reached the grand estate. Roman could sense Anneliese's apprehension mingling with his own as they stepped inside. The opulence of the Vossari home enveloped them, but Roman was reassuringly anchored by the warmth of Anneliese's hand in his.

Lord Cassian and Lady Mara Vossari awaited them at the entrance, and he took a moment to compose himself before bowing respectfully to his father. Roman's heart raced as Lady Mara stepped forward, her eyes lighting up with maternal fondness, and enveloped him in a warm embrace. He could almost hear her soft whispers of love and pride, a welcome balm against his growing nervousness.

As his mother stepped back, her gaze turned to Anneliese, the corners of her mouth drawing up into a welcoming smile that radiated warmth. "I heard someone would be accompanying Roman, but I didn't know she would be so beautiful." his mother exclaimed, her voice rich with sincerity.

Roman's breath caught once again, shifting his focus to Anneliese, who stood there under the scrutiny of his family. He held his breath, anticipation coursing through him, clutching her hand tighter. Lord Cassian remained stoic, his expression unreadable, but beneath that disciplined demeanor, Roman hoped he could detect a glimmer of approval.

"Welcome home." Roman whispered to Anneliese, his eyes gleaming with a fervent wish for her to feel at ease amidst the weight of their shared fate.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Objective: Meet the Parents
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As the words "breathtaking" rolled off Roman's lips, Annie could feel her face flushing with heat. It was no longer the two of them surrounded by stewards... time stood still as his gaze intently took in every facet of her beauty, and focused solely on her, never once breaking eye contact. Delicately, he took her hand as he finished walking her down the staircase -- a greedy, wanton jealousy that showed everyone... she was his, and only his and in this moment... Anneliese knew, no one would be able to come near her... she was his, she was his territory and he fiercely protected what was his.

Feth he was so perfect.

As they landed, Anneliese could feel his unfettered nerves, and conflict of being home and being happy -- but also, this disgust, this loathing of now having to be a "Lord"... a somebody that put a mask of falseness on to please those around him... this caused her heart to ache, and it made her yearn to take the burden, the yoke that now weighed on his shoulders.

As they came to the drive and came to the front of the estate... her eyes widened at the gross wealth and abundance that was his family estate. Being led out of transport by Roman... and only Roman's jealous touch... they came to the doors he saw two figures... one she assumed to be his Mother, Lady Mara Vossari -- she exuded warmth, love and refined etiquette. The figure next to her, she assumed to be Lord Cassian Vossari, his outward demeanor completely opposite to his Mothers warmth -- all she saw was a cold, calculating and stoic man.

Watching Roman become enveloped in the hug by his Mother, she couldn't help but to smile as she watched the two say their hello's -- something she'd always yearned to do... but no sooner than they said their hello, she turned to her and complimented her so. Her lips curled upwards, her pearly white canines showing as warmth radiated off her smile. Bowing in a low curtsy, Anneliese spoke. "Thank you my Lady... I thank you for the opportunity to stay here... you have a beautiful estate."

Beautiful? It was freaking massive -- and if she got separated from Roman, she knew, she'd get lost... wolf or not, this place was like a damn labyrinth.

Her eyes came to Lord Cassian, her emerald green eyes now locking with his, almost as if challenging him in sheer defiance to his cold and non-greeting manner... the tension in the air was palpable, but Annie wasn't about to back down. She wasn't sure if it was because she felt he had poor manners for not saying hello... or if it was because she felt somehow, his demeanor was an affront to Roman, the boy she called mate. Maybe it just came down to one simple thing -- Anneliese hated a bully... and from what she'd heard of him, she already didn't like.

Breaking the silence, she spoke up. "My Lord -- thank you for the chance to visit."

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood at the threshold, watching as his father, Lord Cassian Vossari, kept his silence, his expression an unyielding wall of stoicism. It was a familiar sight to Roman, one that had overshadowed his childhood. The weight of Lord Cassian's judgment loomed over him, yet he couldn't shake the excitement swelling in his chest at having Anneliese by his side. He felt the warmth of his mother beside him as a balm against that weight, even as she pulled Anneliese into her embrace.

The contrast between the parents was striking, Lady Mara was the embodiment of warmth and acceptance, while Lord Cassian was a fortress comprised of cold stone. Roman felt his breath hitch as his father turned on his heel, abandoning them to enter the grand estate. It was a dismissal he had grown accustomed to, but it stung nonetheless. The old patterns seemed to repeat, but today felt different. He could feel the stirrings of hope--Anneliese was here, and he would protect her from whatever shadows lingered in his father's wake.

"Come, dear," Lady Mara said with a gentle pull on Anneliese's arm, her eyes sparkling with delight. She was the fiery contrast to Lord Cassian's cool demeanor, the warmth of summer sunlight on a chilly winter day. "Let me show you our garden. It's my favorite place. I think you'll find it a haven from the magnitude of this estate."

As they strolled towards the expansive garden, Lady Mara cast a glance over her shoulder to Roman, her expression full of that innate understanding of motherhood. She could see the admiration in her son's eyes—he was clearly smitten with Anneliese, and that thrilled her heart more than she could express.

"Tell me everything," she began, her voice soft and inviting. "How did you and Roman meet? Oh, I do hope my son has been treating you with the kindness that you deserve." She held Anneliese's hands in hers, urging her to share the tale.

As Lady Mara guided Anneliese away toward the lush gardens, Roman found himself standing by the entrance, an odd mixture of pride and anxiety wrapping around him like vines. He could see their figures moving through the flower-adorned pathway, deeply engrossed in conversation. Anneliese's laughter danced lightly through the air, a sound so enchanting that it sent a flicker of warmth through his heart. He knew his mother would cherish her.

Roman paced within the cool confines of the grandiose hall, the heels of his shoes clicking against the marble floors as he fought to calm the thrumming of his heart. He could still recall the times he had planted himself in this very spot, waiting for his father's approval that never came, always searching for the softening of his father's icy façade that never materialized. Today, however, he hoped for something different, something that could perhaps bridge the chasm between them.

"Boy." The deep, resonant voice of Lord Cassian broke into his thoughts, causing him to straighten and turn. He had expected a lecture, perhaps a questioning of his choices for bringing Anneliese into their home. Instead, his father scrutinized him with a gaze that bore the weight of many unsaid words. There was no warmth in it, only an icy judgment that sent shivers down his spine.

His father's voice was steady, revealing nothing. "You understand the importance of duty within our family, don't you?"

Roman paused, forcing himself to meet his father's gaze. "Father, I--"

"Enough." Lord Cassian cut him off sharply. "You have returned from the Jedi to cement your place in your lineage. Your duties are not just to your training but to this family. You will be with someone who can elevate our station."

Roman straightened the moment he heard those words, his blood boiling. "Anneliese is--"

"A distraction," Lord Cassian interjected with a wave of his hand as if brushing aside a bothersome fly. "You will be entertaining guests this weekend, important allies, and you are to share tales of your time among the Jedi. I have already arranged a match--one of the guests has a daughter who will be a fine fit for our family. Her suitability is more crucial than your fleeting infatuations."

The words hit Roman like a physical blow; he struggled to process the implications. The tension hung thick between them, and Roman forced himself to breathe steadily. "With all due respect, Father, I will not be forced into a marriage that disregards my heart. Anneliese is--"

"An unworthy choice," Lord Cassian sneered, the contempt dripping from his words. "You will do as you are told. We have a reputation to maintain, and I expect you to uphold it."

With a final flick of his wrist, Lord Cassian turned and walked away, leaving Roman seething in the entrance hall. He stared after his father, heart racing with defiance. The finality in his father's tone left no room for argument. Roman stood dumbfounded, the world around him starting to blur. He watched as Lord Cassian, dismissing him as if he were of no consequence, strode past him into the depths of their estate, leaving Roman alone on the steps.

As the door shut behind his father, Roman felt the weight of despair crashing down. "A distraction," he whispered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. How could he convey this bleak reality to Anneliese? Would she understand that all the love he harbored for her was mere shadows against the towering demands of his lineage?

He stepped forward onto the cool marble of the estate's steps, looking out toward the gardens where Lady Mara and Anneliese now wandered among the blooms. A mixture of determination and heartache twisted within him. No force in the galaxy could make him abandon his heart--the warmth he had glimpsed in Anneliese's emerald eyes was a beacon in the darkness of duty and expectation.

He would not abandon her. He wouldn't let his family's desires dictate the course of his heart. Quietly, he vowed to find a way, whatever it took, to merge the worlds of his family and his love. As the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue behind the grand estate, Roman steeled himself with a single thought: Love, he reasoned, was worth every fight.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vosssrin Estate

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Annie was enamored immediately by how Lady Mara wisked her away and began talking to her as if she was already apart of the family. Casting Roman a glance, he emerald eyes locking onto his as they walked out and into the gardens.

“Tell me dear — how did you two meet? Tell me all the details! Was it love at first sight?”

Her eyes came quickly into Lady Mara as her cheeks flushed red, his mother’s voice chiming in once again.” I’ve lived a long time my dear — from one lady to another, I see the way you two look at one another. Mirroring each others movements, attracted to each other like magnets.”

Sheepishly she spoke up, her soft voice breaking the air as his mother gently held her hand.”I do Mara — I love your son very much. I’m honesty, I’d admired him from afar for some time, and it just happened to be fate one morning we spent time together and I think we both knew — it wasn’t just a causal thing. We’ve been inseparable since.” His mother swooned, a joyful noise erupting from her mouth as she continued to lead her around the garden — detailing what Roman was like as a young boy.

Her eyes caught and peered over at the figure that was his father talking to Roman however, unable to hear the conversation — but she could tell it was upsetting to him. His normally calm sapphire eyes were filled with righteous indignation as his father cast Anneliese a cold and disgusted stare… Annies own emerald eyes burning and glaring back to his with a jealous, and possessive hate for making her Roman upset. She knew the look — she’d seen it several times from people long before his Father… she wasn’t worthy for him, she didn’t belong in this world… and she knew, a fight of a different sort was in store for them both. Their love was fixing to be tested in a whole new way.

Hearing her mother speak up once again, a sorrow filled tone mixed in her voice, she looked at what had caused her grief. Her prized orchids had caught blight — his mother delicately cradling the flower in her hand. “These were my absolute favorite — it’s such a shame too, they were absolutely beautiful Annie, I wish you could have seen them.”

Giving a soft smile, Annie placed her hand on her mother’s arm as she spoke. “Maybe I can help you with that.” Pardoning his mother, she stood in front of the flower basin as her hand gently sat on and in the soil they were planet in. Breathing in and out, the sound of her breath echoing slightly in the garden she began to draw on the force as life would begin to reignite into the flowers. Before Mara’s very eyes, the flower petals would begin to bloom and blossom again as Annie stood there, her warm grin stretching from ear to ear — Lady Mara remarking with joy. “It’s the least I can do for your hospitality Mara.”

Finding there way back up the steps and to Roman — he would catch wind of the remainder of their conversation, Annie’s face clearly red, in fact more red than her hair, his mother speaking as she held her arm affectionately. “My dear — I told you, I know a woman in love when I see it. I’m no fool — I hope you two are being safe… but in the event things should happen and I were to gain a lovely new daughter, how many children do you two plan on having?”

Ashla… why? She was flustered, but the thought she’d had since she first felt his body, she knew — she wanted to mother his children someday.

“Well… I suppose I’d like a boy and a girl…. If, he does that is.” Her emerald eyes shying away as they now stood in front of him, her chest tight and her heart fluttering fast… Mara speaking up once again to Roman this time. “A boy and a girl. That’s just wonderful. Roman — children are not out of the option are they dear?”

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[Roman Vossari]

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Sitting on the worn stone steps of the estate, Roman caught snippets of the conversation unfolding just in the garden. His heart raced as his mother's voice wove through the air, light and teasing, "Roman -- children are not out of the option, are they, dear?" He blinked, the words echoing in his mind, causing an inexplicable flush to rise to his cheeks.

Roman had always thought of family, even before Annie had come into his life. But hearing Annie discuss hypothetical children-- discussing their children--felt surreal. He looked over at her, standing with his mother, her emerald eyes darting to the floor as her face burned with embarrassment. His chest tightened with warmth, igniting a desire deep within him. The thought took root, unfurling into dreams of a boy with tousled hair who would challenge the galaxy's secrets and a girl with fierce determination, mirroring her mother's spirit.

"Uh… I —," he stumbled, his voice breaking through his reverie. "Of course, I mean… kids, yeah. Maybe… um…" His thoughts spun together, a jumbled mix of fluster and wonder as he realized he was more than just an observer, he was at the center of something beautiful and unexpected.

Looking at Annie then, he felt that familiar surge of longing fill him again-- a vision of a life together, brimming with laughter and chaos. His mother caught the look in his eye, that heartfelt gaze anchored on Annie, and he knew she could see it too--the budding hope of a future wrapped elegantly in the fabric of love.

Before he could gather his thoughts into coherent sentences, his mother, sensing the awkwardness brewing, broke the spell by ushering them inside. "Come on, you two, we need to prepare. Annie, I've prepared a lovely room for you, but maybe best to keep you two separate--"

Roman felt a pang of disappointment, a flicker of protest rising, but he knew better than to argue. The past few months had transformed his life, and he relished the time they had together, even if it had to be divided by walls for the moment. "Get comfortable," he said gently, shooting her a reassuring smile, "and come find me out back when you're settled and ready." He hoped she wouldn't get lost, though a part of him wished she could follow him wherever he'd roam, like a comet trailing its brilliant tail.

As Annie disappeared into the warmth of the house, Roman leaned back against the cool stone, a smile creeping onto his lips. He felt a sense of quiet joy in the thought that this was only the beginning-- the galaxy was vast, yet somehow contained within the small moments they created together.

"I like her." his mother admitted. "And it looks like she has your heart my dear." she said walking away to prepare for dinner. "It's good to have you home." Mara added.

His mother's laughter rang behind him, mixing with the bustle of dinner preparations, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky, lost in thoughts of where this journey with Annie might lead, and what future lay ahead—one filled with love and perhaps, yes, children. One day.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vossari Estate
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Feth — was it hot out here or was it just her? At this point, she wasn’t entirely for sure.

Staring silently at Roman as his Mother chided on and he stammered and stuttered the words out — she couldn’t help but to feel this sudden warmth returning to the pit of her stomach. Over the course of the past months or so, so much had happened between the two of them — and they had shared so much. She knew in her heart she desired to be a Jedi — but like she’d seen with Val, she knew she could also have the joy of knowing motherhood as well — giving something she’d never got to experience to a precious being that they helped to create… together. Her hands slowly moving down and resting together on her stomach, she imagined what it would feel like to carry a child, his child — what it meant to make life. Her gaze intensely locking with his — as if saying the words “I’m yours” were unspoken but there.

The sound of his mother’s voice broke the silence as she spoke on separate rooms. She was, saddened by this — but also knew it was proper in this setting… but nothing would keep her away from him. “O-ok…” Lady Mara simply giving her a soft smile as she lead him off, her hand reaching out as she brushed past him, the touch longing for him even though they had just barely departed from one another.

Time would pass as Annie freshened up, and the stewards of the estate fixed her hair and attended to her like a child.

Politely excusing herself from the room, she’d remembered where Roman had said to find him — her heart a flutter with butterflies as she set down the vast hallways of the estate, a massive labyrinth set before her… the size of which made her feel uneasy and out of place in.

Admiring all the pictures of his family lineage, she stopped at one in particular, a family portrait of him, his father and his mother. Standing there, lost in thought, she heard steady… and heavy laden footsteps. Turning her head over to see who was approaching, her heart stopped for a moment as the same — cold and judging gaze befell her once again, his Father, Lord Cassian peering down at her now. “So… this is the plaything my son thought fitting to bring home?”

Her emerald gaze met his indifference with a fiery resistance as she stared him down, squaring herself up to him. Her voice breaking the silence she spoke, filled with poise and biting back. “I don’t believe when speaking with a Lady, that’s considered proper etiquette, let’s try again shall we?”

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[Roman Vossari]

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Lord Cassian regarded Annie with a blend of disdain and amusement, his lips curling into a sardonic smile that only amplified the chill in the air around them. "How quaint." he drawled, his voice smooth yet laced with a pointed sharpness. "A peasant masquerading as a noble. Tell me, do you honestly believe your little rebellion lands you anywhere beyond my son's bed for a fleeting moment?"

The air between them thickened with palpable tension, and as she stood her ground, her emerald gaze burning defiance into him, a flicker of irritation sparked within him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and right now, it was clear she was merely an amusing distraction for Roman--a fleeting fancy, easily discarded.

"Speaking to me in that tone, girl? I could show you the difference between politeness and disrespect if you'd prefer." Cassian continued, stepping closer, towering over her diminutive figure. The warmth emanating from Annie's resilient posture only fueled his ire. She did not know her place, and in this house, he enforced that order with an iron fist.

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that carried all the weight of a parental decree, "You are nothing but a temporary flame in my son's life, an lingeringl spark that will burn out once you've served your purpose. Know this-- your bravado may amuse him for now, but I will not tolerate insubordination in my home."

With that, as if punctuating his words, he raised his hand swiftly, the crack of his palm meeting her cheek resounding through the grand hall like thunder, leaving her stunned and reeling from the sudden violence. Her spirit might be vibrant, but Cassian reveled in reminding her that she was at the mercy of forces far greater than her will.

"Remember this moment, little girl," he continued, his tone softer now, but sharpened like a knife. "You are here on borrowed time. I will not tolerate insolence, especially not from you." He straightened his back, satisfied by the disorientation in her expression.

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Meanwhile, in the lush back garden of the sprawling estate, Roman stood still, surrounded by the vibrant hues of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves. But his heart raced with an undercurrent of dread that gnawed at him. He could sense something was wrong, a shift in the atmosphere heavy enough to draw the tendrils of anxiety curling in his chest. Perhaps it was a warning from the Force, whispering of impending turmoil.

Caught in his thoughts, he absently tended to the flowers, his fingers brushing the petals as if hoping their softness would soothe the gnawing feeling. Roman couldn't shake the sense that he needed to be somewhere else--close to Annie, where he could shield her from whatever darkness loomed inside the walls of his family's estate.

Just then, a trusted member of the household, Grell, rushed toward him, a grave look shadowing his usually jovial face. "My lord," he gasped, urgency lacing his tone, "Your father... he--" Grell hesitated, as if the words themselves bore a weight too heavy to lift.

"What has he done?" Roman's voice came out low and fierce, his eyes narrowing in concern. Dread washed over Roman like ice water, and all the colors of the garden faded into a dull haze. "Take me to her... Now!"

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vossari Estate

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Anneliese stared him down as he spoke, her own sharp tongue whipping out. "Never pretended to be a noble masquerading as anyone -- I just clean up well. If being a noble means being a pompous ass -- then keep your nobility." Her words stinging out at the air, every syllable aimed to cut and chip away at the bully that now stood in front of her.

As the threat came out from his lips -- Cassian talking about teaching her respect and discipline, her eyes narrowed. He wouldn't dare.

Yet again -- another onslaught of words aimed to make her feel smaller than she actually was... until -- as if almost on queue, a loud 'crack' would break the silence of the air, her eyes widening in sheer shock, anger swelling up within her.

As he finished his show of 'manhood', her hand would come up as she would wipe her mouth off, a small bit of blood being noted within her mouth as she stared at him, a slight grin curling on the corners of her lip. "You slap like a girl." The words clearly meaning to egg him on.

Taking the bait, Lord Cassian turned red with fury as his hand came up yet again to slap Annie... only this time, her hand coming up and catching him by the wrist as she stood there, like an iron vice -- Lord Cassian was shocked. "HOW DARE YOU!" Annie -- keeping it locked in place, the words now coming from her lips cold and harsh. "The first one was free -- have to give it to you, didn't think you'd actually slap a girl... but I guess that just shows me your true colors." Her emerald eyes flashed in the low light of the halls as her tone dropped.

"I don't like bullies -- I never have. I'm not a helpless girl -- someone you can just push around, or abuse as you so will to. Touch me again -- ever... I'll break your hand off and shove it up your ass... Jedi or not, your never touching me again." Her nose wrinkling in righteous indignation. "As far as your son's concern goes -- I love him and I loathe that your his Father, poor luck he got stuck with someone like you." Her vibrant emerald eyes calculating as she released her iron grip on his wrist.

Lord Cassian stared angrily at Annie as his mind raced, his hand rubbing his wrist -- his nostrils flaring. This... stain, this gutter rat, this nobody -- was outright defying his authority as Lord, as Head of this Family... and he could see his usual tactic of intimidating would hold no sway on this one... no, he had to show her another type of power. Changing tactics... a sick and twisted, smug grin plastered across his lips as he knew exactly how to get to the core -- to the chink in her armor... it would be through 'him'.. Leaning in, speaking in a low whisper. "You stupid girl -- I told you, your nothing but a plaything. I suppose after our dinner tonight -- you'll be a thing of his past when I announce my son's arranged match to the girl I found befitting for him... a true Noble Match. Then... and only then when you watch the one you thought you loved with his hands around another... then you can go back to your squalor and find another boy to latch onto like the parasite you are."

Her heart beat hard in her chest as true shock hit her like a cargo transport.

A... arranged match?

"Your lying!" Her lip quivered as she looked at him, hot tears beginning to come from her eyes, knowing -- she'd given him power now he stood victoriously smiling before her. "He would have told me... your lying." Her teeth grit as the words came out forced, her mind racing -- she felt like she wanted to die.

Oh Ashla... my heart -- its hard to breath, please -- no, don't let it be true.

Lord Cassian straightened up once more as he turned around. "I just told him after your arrival... I was going to wait and surprise you, but to miss this? Much better. See you at dinner..." A low chuckle coming from his throat as his heavy footsteps receded.

Leaning against the wall, Anneliese grabbed her chest as her mascara and eyeliner ran, a sob echoing in the halls as she petitioned out to Ashla. She knew -- she knew Roman didn't love this... person -- he wouldn't, he couldn't. But as she stood leaned against the cold, rocky wall she questioned where she fit int his world... and the truth was, she'd never be enough.

Another unrestrained sob escaped her lips as a female steward came and gently helped her back towards her guest room -- knowing she'd have to do something to cover the red, crimson mark left by her Lord Cassian... and she knew, the young Lord would not be pleased. Hushing Annie, she helped walk her back, trying her best to calm the young and gentle girl she'd just met that reminded her very much so of her own Lady Mara.

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