Populate Darth Dance Revolution [SO Populate of Kirdo III]

[Karala Midwan]

She was spectacular in every way. The bounce and whip of her hair, the rhythm of her hips matching his own, her enflamed eyes that drew him in endlessly, her dark scent that intoxicated his innermost sense. Amidst the chaos of the night, and the ceaseless movement of their bodies where all else about them had faded, he was no longer a boy, but a man of Clan Khath; a true-blooded heir of the Spirit of Korriban.

All anxieties melted into naught. All apprehensions of who he was, where he was going, his duties in life and his destiny with the Force all faded instantly as everything suddenly shifted into an undeniable lucidity, and he realised with a perfect, unequivocal clarity that she was at the centre of his universe; the solar heart around which his orbit was so passionately founded.

And his lips locked with hers.

There was nothing else in the universe.





TAG: Karala Midwan

As lips met, she felt tingling sensation in her cheek and a warmth fill her body. She tightening her embrace around his shoulders and neck, as she found herself in rapture, taking in his breath, it was warm and as the spices of their people, she responding by moving her lips, and tongue dipping inside, she was lost in him. There was no dance floor anymore, no Korriban, no even the stars, only their heart beats which matched as one and their bodies meeting, and finding their place. It was as if by design he was made for her, nine centuries later! That all had been preordained by the immortal gods! Karla did not want to let go, even if somehow an invasion began of their world, she wanted to dwell forever in his embrace, suckling from his lips, and moving her hands about his neck, her fingers of ruby with black nails rubbing his flesh as if it was holy prayer beads of Bogan. For to her, it was sacred what was happening between them, and certainly.. sensuous.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano Leshanna Iskendyr Yvarro

[ obligatory post theme ]​

Naami up and left him.

Naami up and left him with Iskey no less.

Just when he thought the flamboyant Imperial couldn't be any more... well, Iskey, one eyebrow slid upward slightly at the suggestion that the cat design an outfit for him.

On the one hand, the Imperial was annoying. And the cat didn't trust him -- of course, the cat didn't trust anyone who wasn't Kivah or Naami -- but, on the other hand, he couldn't overlook the type of power that came with influence or connection. A commission by an Imperial family in the Commonwealth could be quite a step in building a reputation.

"I doubt my work could do such handsome features justice," the cat offered, feigning humility in an effort to be gracious toward what might well have been just an off-hand remark. "But, if you like, I'd be only too happy to oblige."

Iskey sauntered off, in search of Miata or whatever her name was. And then the cat was alone.

His eyes peered around, idly wondering just where that Iridonian had gotten off to.

And he did hope that Naami was bringing a drink back with him. Though, the whole encounter with Iskey had reminded the cat just how much he didn't care for these social outings.

A quiet evening playing hologames would suit him far better than this.

 

[Leshanna]

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano // Micah tol Powl // Iskendyr Yvarro
Dress
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She was so caught up in watching the aerial dancers that she didn’t realize that she’d been standing off to the sidelines for some time, unconsciously shifting herself very so slightly from side to side in what one might consider a mock dance move, just enough to cause her dress to shimmy and shiver around her. The music and the general atmosphere was enough to sweep one off their feet and let them zone out just a bit. And she had barely made it very far into the caverns as it was.

A familiar voice reached Lesh’s ears and she lowered her sapphire blue eyes from the dancers to see…Naamino, alone.

“Oh! Hey Naamino!” She said as her eyes brightened a bit and a smile touched her face - and then she realized what he had said and she glanced down at her dress, at herself, and blushed furiously. He thinks I look nice?! Does he like the dress I picked out to show off to him?? Has he come to hang out with me and maybe dan– oh, he’s headed back to Micah. His date. Right.

She tried to hide the crestfallen look that fell over her face; she wasn't sure if she was successful or not. "I-Iskey? No - I don't think so." She said, her voice a lot more quiet than she wanted it to be. She felt so vulnerable in the moment and she frankly hated it. She hated this, so much, right now. Lesh took a deep breath and straightened herself up a bit. She was a Sith acolyte, for Force sake! She was no cry baby. She was being dumb.

"Better go take the drink back to your date, Naamino. Don't want to keep him waiting." she said, her voice a touch...crisp. Her attention was briefly pulled away by the approach of another boy - blond haired and impeccably dressed, he looked fancy and rich. Maybe he'd dance with her?

He introduced himself, briefly, as Iskendyr Yvarro.

"Leshanna. Nice to meet you, Iskendyr." she replied back to the boy, offering a practiced, though not perfect, curtsey. She watched as he took one of the drinks from Naamino then disappeared into the crowd again, and pursed her lips. Well there goes that idea. She turned her attention back to her Zabrak friend.

"I hope you're having fun? You seem like you are. Is Gav here too? I haven't seen him anywhere. Ah, he's probably got a hot date or something. Or maybe he chickened out." She finished with a playful half smirk that slowly faded. "Thanks for saying I look nice. No one's ever told me that before." she said with a small blush again, averted her eyes for a moment. "Anyway...tell Micah I said hi. I'll see you around later, I'm sure."

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

To see the towering Twi’lek suddenly brought low before her compelled Chasianna to blink in rapid succession, as if by doing so she could bring clarity to a situation that was just as uncomfortable as it was bewildering. Averting her eyes from the sight, the Qilin’s features were suddenly drained of all color as she became aware of the many eyes watching the ongoing scene. For that reason alone, she wanted to leave Neeva. To slink away and hide as if she were never there in the first place.

However, Chasianna could not bring herself to visit such cruelty upon a sister.

“Sister, compose yourself. Whatever weakness you are feeling, purge it.” Chasianna growled in a soft whisper. “Get up. I am taking you to the refresher. I will tell you everything there.” She stated. “You will follow me. I will not carry you.” She added, her tone leaving little room for debate.

Chasianna moved to help Neeva up from the ground, before turning to make for the refresher. She knew that whatever the Twi’lek was dealing with, it could not be resolved in front of a crowd of strangers.

At the same time, Chasianna's thoughts veered towards the implications of Neeva not knowing who she was or the God who had created her. She had heard veiled rumors of Force-sensitive Rajakzân losing grip on their sanity or falling into madness due to cellular corruption. Was this what that looked like? And could it one day happen to her?

No.

Chasianna shook her head and gritted her teeth. She would be stronger. She would master the dark side, so that it could not corrupt her flesh.

And in doing so, she would ensure that Neeva too would not succumb to such an ignoble fate.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

[VIBES]

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Wide eyes went wider still as the girl before him turned a distinctive shade of pink. Then Leshanna looked... angry? Sad maybe? And Naamino's jaw tightened, his slightly tapered ears moving with the gesture and the odd crystalline cups in his hand creaking against each other a little as his hands tightened around them. She stuttered a response in a quiet voice he could hardly hear, then her tone went brisk. This somehow felt worse than crashing a star fighter all over again. Despite the cool air of the chamber, the neck of his collar felt hot and Naami wondered if this was all some elaborate withcraft or magick to catch him off guard.

Then Iskendyr Yvarro swept by to temporarily break the spell, relieve him of one of the three drinks he was carrying, then offered some very unwelcome advice before sweeping off like the imperial prat that he was. Naami stood frozen in shock and awkward indecision for what felt like an eternity. Then the rest of what she said seemed to register. He blanched at the word “date” and suddenly his hands felt incredibly sweaty.

Ice blue eyes blinked rapidly, as if clearing a fog, and his confused grimace softened. A moment of clarity seemed to shine through the storm clouds of uncertainty and in a rare moment of wisdom, Naami recognized that perhaps the girl - his friend - was feeling just as uncertain and uncomfortable about all this as he was. The zabrak cleared his throat and decided to offer Lesh the drink he’d grabbed for himself, pressing it into her hand.

“Here, for you. And uhm- yeah, you look very beautiful.”

His voice was soft, uncharacteristically earnest and quiet as he held eye contact for just a moment before straightening up and practically spinning on his heel. Before she could say anything he moved double time back to where Micah tol Powl waited. Is this what the kit meant by tactical retreat?

Finally he reached the sanctuary of the cathar’s space, one large palm subconsciously resting back atop his shoulder as he pressed the drink into his hands. Naami was looking around, breathing a bit harder than even his little jog warranted. The noise, these social expectations, all the finery and displays of other people letting loose, being merry. All of it was so incredibly overwhelming but he still seemed to be holding himself together, not quite having reached his threshold.

“Hey-“ he said in a rush, large eyes finally finding Micah’s.

“Here,” offering the drink already pressed into the boy’s hands.

“You alright? Pfft, what’s up with that guy huh?” Clearly indicating Iskey, a slight scowl temporarily forming.

“Anyway…” his voice trailed off and he set his shoulders back, as if checking his posture- suddenly not quite able to meet Micah’s gaze.

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

Neeva began to follow the words of Chasianna , seeking to sober herself, as the memory flashbacks plagued her. She rose up from lounging, the promise that all would be explained to her making her follow this Dwarf of a Woman. The Herald fought the dizziness as she allowed her to be her guide, navigating the edge of dance floor as they retreated to the place that had been called a Refresher. Neeva felt a yearning for her Dima, for The Prime to assure her with the divine. Perhaps her Queen could banish these thoughts, these images of torment. They came to an area that seemed rather quiet, she could hear the cold howl of the weather, great glass showing a view of the mountains in ice, and a private venue and seating with no one yet there.

She took a seat at one of the tables overlooking the White Wonderland, her gilded eyes forlorn as the strangeness of this all was beginning to take its toll. Twi'leks were very sensitive souls, and while in the service of Prime, she was able to manage a facade of stoicism, here, in this setting something had bypassed even her lekku inhibitors. She looking to the Short Elf.. or she was not sure what she was, she had a rather unique horn protruding from her forehead that she had never seen before. It was becoming, though it made defining what species she was beyond her ability. Domina Prime had taught her of the godlings, and much about these Sith. They were said to have great powers, even capable of cheating death. She began to wonder if what she felt near the dance floor was some of their magic? She possessed a talent for it herself, The Force they called it, though the subtleties of this Power were unknown to her. She felt a connection no doubt, and her senses were attuned enough to tell her this Eternal Father mattered, though why she hoped this new friend, could shed some light on.

Turning to her she said,
"Pardon that scene.. our conversation stirred up some strange things.. I do not understand why. Usually they happen in my dreams, not like this.."
She became rather grim, sullen even, as she contemplated this episode.
"You told me you would explain everything.. you know why this is happening to me? You mentioned I am Pure.. what does that mean? There is one like an echo in my mind who used those words, and the Eternal Father.. is he that dreadful man I saw with the forehead marked? I locked eyes with him and I felt.. a fear beyond any I have felt in my entire life."

She began to think this was unwise, she should seek out Prime, and speak with her on this matter. She had wanted to tell her of the dreams, but did not want her to be troubled by her cares, for she was The Herald, not the Queen. Neeva was not sure she trusted this Charsianna. Though what choice did she have? She had followed her into this isolated place with the promise of answers...

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

As Maiza Vex presented the cane sword, her words faltering under the weight of her emotions, Iskendyr caught the subtle shimmer in her eyes. He accepted the weapon with reverence, his touch light but respectful as he examined the craftsmanship. The gold etchings on the handle glinted under the refracted lights, and he ran his thumb over the intricate patterns as though committing them to memory.

"A golden cane sword," he said softly, his voice lowering just enough for only Maiza to hear. "For a devil, you say? How fitting, Maze. But I assure you…" His eyes lifted to meet hers, the intensity of his gaze cutting through the playful smirk on his lips. "I've never been one to stab anyone in the back. The front is far more satisfying."

The flicker of honesty in his tone was quickly masked as he straightened, his demeanor returning to its usual polished self. He tucked the cane under his arm with a slight bow of his head. "Thank you. Truly."

Then there was Abishai Jade . His outburst was so brash, so utterly unfiltered, that for a moment Iskendyr's expression didn't falter—didn't flicker, didn't change at all. He took Abishai's hand when it was offered, his grip steady, firm, and deliberate. His hazel eyes bored into Abishai's with a glint that was sharper than the blade in Maiza's cane.

And then Abishai did the unexpected. He unleashed his biting commentary, pointed fingers, and fled with all the grace of a panicked mynock. Iskendyr remained still, watching the boy retreat with the faintest quirk of his brow. He turned to Maiza, his smirk slipping back into place.

"Charming," he said lightly, the word dripping with sarcasm. "You really do attract the most delightful company."

But as Maiza looked away, Iskendyr's demeanor shifted.

When Iskendyr spoke again, his voice was quieter, sharper, and devoid of its usual playful tone. The warmth in his hazel eyes was gone, replaced with something colder—something raw and deeply Imperial.

"He called you a cretin," Iskendyr murmured, his words sharp as the dagger he'd just gifted her. "You've shown him more than he deserves."

His posture stiffened, his hand tightening ever so slightly on the cane sword. "Boys like him… they're noise. They mistake their bravado for importance, their outbursts for strength. But let me tell you something about noise."

He tilted his head, his gaze slicing through the crowd to where Abishai lingered at the refreshment table, squirrel-eating his nibbles. "Noise gets silenced."

The weight of his words lingered in the air, the chill of his true nature seeping through the mask he wore. But then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Iskendyr turned back to Maiza, his signature smile returning, soft and disarming.

"Well," he said brightly, twirling the cane once before resting it lightly against the ground. "Shall we enjoy the... dance." His voice faltered and he realized who was there. His aunt Ivalyn, and her partner Merryn had just arrived. Iskendyr wasn't one to go pale but laying eyes on them meant that he had to be on his best behavior. Clearing his throat he looked over at Maze, "the offer still stands, but I understand if you would rather not,... dance that is."

After all he was an Imperial, in a sea of Sith.

Taeli Raaf [Merryn mentions]​

 

[Kaivaan]

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The icy cavern shimmered with refracted light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the glittering walls. Kaivaan lingered near the edge of the dance floor, his formal robes slightly disheveled from the chaos of earlier. Lucette's compact felt awkward and out of place in his pocket, a reminder of his ever-present role as the one everyone relied on to pick up the slack—or so it felt to him in moments like these.

His siblings, Vikar and Aleya, had already vanished into the crowd, their laughter fading into the music. Kaivaan had no interest in joining them or in the swirl of vibrant movement on the dance floor. He wasn't in the mood for merriment or connection. Instead, he let his thoughts drift back to the Trials.

The whispers of the dark side still lingered in his mind, a haunting echo of the torment he'd endured. The pool, the shadows, the memories that weren't his—they played over and over in his head. You are no heir. The voice was quieter now, but it still had power. He clenched his fists, his breath catching as he recalled the weight of his failures.

He pushed further into the caverns, the sounds of music and laughter growing fainter. The icy stillness soothed him, though the glimmering light and faint hum of energy in the air reminded him that this place, like the Trials, was steeped in the Force. He needed to think, to reflect, to convince himself once again that he was worthy.

His wandering brought him to a more secluded area, where the crystalline walls seemed to glow faintly under the warm lights. Kaivaan's gaze was distant, his mind consumed by the battles he'd fought, the whispers he couldn't silence. He didn't see the girl standing just a few feet away, her sapphire eyes fixed somewhere else.

Kaivaan, lost in his thoughts, walked forward at the same moment.

They collided. Rather, Kai bumped into Leshanna .

Kaivaan blinked, startled, his expression flickering between irritation and embarrassment. "Sorry," he mumbled, his tone distracted as he straightened himself. "I um..." He felt a little embarrassed, "should've been more careful, you okay?"

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //: Madrona A’Mia //:

The message was sent, and silence returned. Viers looked at her device, wanting to consume it where it was. Maybe if she ate it, she wouldn't have to think about it anymore or check it repeatedly, only to be disappointed. Unhinging her jaw like a rabid sith spawn, Viers began to insert the device into her mouth. Before she could continue, something in her throat tickled, and she put the device back into her coat pocket. The tears stopped momentarily as her new concern was the mucus gathering in the back of her throat.

Viers cleared her throat loudly while hacking and trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling she was having. It continued to linger, and now a shadow was looming over her. Before she could look up excitedly, the figure began to speak. Viers listened, only hearing the parts that would further devastate her. She was right; she was weak, and Lucy—a princess wouldn't like someone weak and pathetic.

Sitting there, listening to the plant, Viers clutched the slack of her pants until her knuckles turned white. Her mind spun, and her nose ran as she started to rock slightly back and forth. More and more, her mind sunk into despair, knowing that she had messed everything up with Lucy and her life was officially over.

Lucy would never want to be her friend now.

A fit of rage bubbled in the Corellian. Who did this plant think it was, coming over here and making things worse. Looking up, Viers, now with a slightly swollen face and mucus running from her nose in a consistent flow, stared at A'mia. Remembering her manners taught by Lucy and the staff at Jutrand, the girl sighed and said, "Shanks, yo-yo-ooo-ooooaahhhhchooo!" Not being able to hold it in anymore, Viers sneaked loudly in the face of her attempted pep talker. The sneeze helped with the swelling, which magically went down, and Viers wiped her nose with the handkerchief she had stashed in her lapel pocket. "I feel better." Standing, she felt the tickle in her throat again - threatening to start the cycle all over again.

Fortunately, though, a familiar feeling entered the room for both of them (A'mia and Viers). It didn't take the trained demon hunter long to find the brunette princess in the crowd, and instantly, everything was right again in the world. Viers pushed past the plant woman and made her way through the crowd, dipping, and diving, with an occasional leapfrog over smaller students till she arrived in front of Lucy's sight line. Hands quickly fixing her standing hair, Viers smirked, giving Lucy a typical Corellian smug and self-confident smile - as if nothing bothered her with Lucy's tardiness. "Hey Princess," she greeted, "What's a place like this doing in a girl like you hmm?" Viers wiggled her brows thinking how clever she was, and after a moment, the girl, unable to control herself, wrapped her arms tightly around Lucy, hugging her and keeping her close for as long as she was allowed to. Viers wanted to make sure she was real, and the hug was the only thing that came to her small mind to verify this.

 

[Domina Prime]

"I Don't Wanna Die, But I Don't Wanna Live Like This~"


Kivah

Open​

LOCATION: Korriban | The Crystal Caves
OBJECTIVE: Dance Dance Revolution

The cavern spun, or perhaps it was just Kivah twirling her with such relentless confidence that Domina couldn't tell anymore. Either way, the floor beneath her taloned feet seemed to shift, the music weaving a strange, haunting spell that dragged the Mandalorian along. Sniffling quietly, Domina let herself be led, her frame still trembling as she tried to keep pace with the Sith's steady rhythm.

"We're all monsters here," Kivah murmured, her voice soothing but with an edge of truth that made it sting. Her hand reached up to brush away the tears pooling in the corners of Domina's five eyes, the gesture tender and grounding. "Each of us has our own broken dream. I can't tell you about normal or destruction, Dima. We are what we do. Your choice if you want to go to war or the beach."

Domina blinked at the unexpected simplicity of the statement, her claws clutching at the Cathar's hands as she sniffled again, her chest heaving in a soft laugh that felt foreign and strange. "Yeeeah...about that..." she croaked, her voice thick with emotion. "Dima actually can't swim too good~" Her tail flicked in agitation at the thought, betraying the deep-rooted unease she felt toward the unknown expanse of water. The sound of her rattling tail caused a few heads to turn, and some dancers wisely stepped out of her reach.

Kivah didn't miss a beat, smirking as she took the colorful bottle from Domina's clawed hand and took a bold swig herself, tugging the towering Mandalorian back into the rhythm of the music. Her hands remained steady, guiding Domina's uncertain movements with a mix of patience and insistence.

Domina's tail swished and flicked behind her with increasing energy, accidentally swiping a few ankles and causing murmurs of discontent among the crowd. But for the first time all night, she didn't care. She felt a glimmer of lightness, even as the alcohol started to take its toll. "But...Dima does like to dance~" she admitted, her voice carrying a note of girlish excitement that clashed with her usual gruffness.

She liked to dance...that did not mean she was any good at it!

That was the moment the liquid courage fully took hold. Domina's four arms lurched downward as if on instinct, her upper pair grabbing Kivah's hands with surprising force, and her lower arms curling around the Cathar's hips. Before Kivah could react, Domina hoisted her up with ease, holding her aloft like a marionette. "Upsy-daisy!" Domina exclaimed, her tone slurred but jubilant.

Kivah gasped in surprise as Domina's massive frame began to move with chaotic energy, her taloned feet stomping heavily against the crystal floor. The cavern trembled under the Mandalorian's unrestrained movements as she swirled and spun, the Cathar barely able to keep her composure as she found herself eye-to-eye with the towering xeno.

Domina grinned, her teeth glinting under the dim lights. "Let us dance as monsters then!" she declared boldly, her voice rising above the music as she twirled Kivah with wild abandon. "Dima is having fun now!"

And yet, beneath the surface of her boisterous tone, there was still that faint, fragile thread of sorrow—masked by the alcohol and the laughter but lingering in her glassy, swirling eyes. For this moment, at least, Domina let herself be a whirlwind of chaos and joy, holding onto the fleeting comfort that came with being seen, even if it was just by one person willing to brave her storm.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

She was willing to be the Rebound, The Scientist found this rather unexpected. The wounds from Ana were fresh and now another Witch was offering to be his balm, to let him heal in her arms. Hemorpheus had not gotten very far in the matter with the Nightsister, mostly exchanges of affection through affirmations, physical contact had been merely by lips. He found Sahira's eagerness to fill this void rather appealing, though he had to admit she was the opposite of Ana in everyway. While Ana had been tender, and sweet, this Krath Witch had an iron and fiesty. He could not read her ques well until he felt her hand reaching from lounging beneath the tree, grabbing his hand. The touch was soothing, and at the same time felt it was a betrayal. He wanted more, though he knew he should not. He took a seat next to her and began to cough.
"Your interest I confess is flattering.. though I feel that I am.."
He looking in her eyes saw a flash of magenta light, and then something appeared, and it floating to him in shape of a heart that touched his cheek. It was warm and it made him feel rather light headed, that or the champagne was doing its work. The Lord of Life looking at her said,
"Your lovecraft is.. unmatched.. though I am a man of science.. I see past.."
Her eyes kept flashing, as he felt her hand on his once more. She was not playing fair, and he had to decide quickly, was he going to engage in this.. liaison or find a means to distract himself from her romantic auspices. Every second he hesitated he could feel the fire between them growing as one that was crackling nearby. He made a fist with his left hand, and said,
"I must not.. I do not wish to use you, to form shallow bonds of the flesh because I am broken inside."
Once more he fought with the truth, Saarai, and it did not have the effect he intended, rather than sober her, he found her now sitting atop him, her legs slung over his, as she took her flesh hand and mechanical one to caress his face, and planted a kiss.
So much for deescalating things...

 

[Sahira Keto]

He fought, and fought the pull. She began to chuckle to herself as he behaved as gentleman, as a Knight even, making all the sound reasons for why they should snuff out this heat that was shared between them. She then began to flash the light of Krath with her eyes, and summoning with her magic the shape of amore, which she floating towards him, made his cheek warm and turn red to contrast with his pale face, his pale perfect face. Still he resisted, she was amazed at his fortitude, he even called what she was doing a craft, though that was to ignore that she could tell he fancied her, that his eyes could scarce leave lingering on her form, particularly her bosom and face, she smiled when she caught the bashful look he gave as he tried to summon his greatest weapon, honesty, and what he said provoked her in such a manner that she left the chair and slung her legs over his, and took her hands to rub his face, he claws of her mechanical one to cutting his cheek, rather trimming some whiskers there.
"You forget yourself my Lord.. we are creatures of passion. There is no rules, save consent, and I clearly have made my intention by lounging in your lap as I do now."
She then drew closer, her black lips meeting his as she took in his warm breath and felt her heart beat in her breast against his, despite his armor she could feel it racing as his did. Her eyes closing a moment as she felt his soul, it was so.. fractured, she took her arms and wound them around his shoulders as she in her fine Krath Dress sat, the two of them beneath the creaking oak and the lapping bonefire. Could there be a more perfect scene of two lovers in the heart of winter? The noise of the slopes, and those traversing them on sleighs and other forged gliders that sped them down the hills was no longer heard, merely their heart beats and the sensation of one another dominated all. Sahira had caste her spell on him, though he had begun to woo her with his resistance, his insistence on honor. She had known many men on Teta, all of them sycophants saying what they could to join her trance. None of them fought back, all bent over backward for her favor, while this Sith, this Scientist was a challenge, and more than that he cared how she felt, which was an oddity to her, she had thought only Jedi worried about the feelings of others, and yet here was this Lord being chivalrous, and that was a major turn on.

TAG: Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

As lips met, she felt tingling sensation in her cheek and a warmth fill her body. She tightening her embrace around his shoulders and neck, as she found herself in rapture, taking in his breath, it was warm and as the spices of their people, she responding by moving her lips, and tongue dipping inside, she was lost in him. There was no dance floor anymore, no Korriban, no even the stars, only their heart beats which matched as one and their bodies meeting, and finding their place. It was as if by design he was made for her, nine centuries later! That all had been preordained by the immortal gods! Karla did not want to let go, even if somehow an invasion began of their world, she wanted to dwell forever in his embrace, suckling from his lips, and moving her hands about his neck, her fingers of ruby with black nails rubbing his flesh as if it was holy prayer beads of Bogan. For to her, it was sacred what was happening between them, and certainly.. sensuous.

The moment lasted a lifetime- nay, an infinitude, upon which the entire galaxy crumbled and was rebuilt anew with them both at the centre, not as two individuals, but a singular being capable of any and all things. A cacophony of visions flashed through Aiwaz's mind that he was sure Karla could see as well. He foresaw them both together at the frontlines of battle, leading great armies side-by-side; he foresaw children of Pureblood birth, and their children and their children, carrying forth their names into a new future; he foresaw the Force itself conspire to bring them together and keep them together, from this moment unto the end of time, transcending the limitations of physical matter itself into the unknowable nothingness where still they would persist as One.

The moment subsided, gently retiring back into their immediate reality, and Aiwaz opened his eyes to look upon his love. She was beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen. Still holding her, he smiled warmly to her, as the brightness in her eyes was fed back to her with his own empowered sparks of joy.
"Come to my tribe," he offered softly to her. "There are many of our kin there that would love to meet you, and..." His voice trailed off, cautious of seeming too forward. "I would love for you to meet my family."

The music shifted naturally to a slower pace, facilitating the tender moment between them, and Aiwaz's arm that was wrapped around her firmed slightly, as if to enforce the idea that he would protect her always, no matter the cost, and that all was and will be well as long as they were together.



TAG: Karala Midwan

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

Chasianna intervened almost immediately when Neeva turned towards the overlook area. A small, yet surprisingly strong hand reached out and grabbed the Twi’lek’s forearm, at which point the tiny Qilin led her towards the ladies’ refresher as intended. Once inside, she entered one of the private stalls, which while small, was soundproofed and isolated in the manner of a sealed room.

“Okay.” Chasianna said after closing the door with a wave of her hand, telekinetic impulse driving it shut. She turned around and glanced up towards Neeva then, before grabbing hold of both of her arms with a touch that was just as demanding as it was affectionate.

"Pardon that scene.. our conversation stirred up some strange things.. I do not understand why. Usually they happen in my dreams, not like this.."
She became rather grim, sullen even, as she contemplated this episode.
"You told me you would explain everything.. you know why this is happening to me? You mentioned I am Pure.. what does that mean? There is one like an echo in my mind who used those words, and the Eternal Father.. is he that dreadful man I saw with the forehead marked? I locked eyes with him and I felt.. a fear beyond any I have felt in my entire life."

“That is something we will figure out together, Neeva.” Chasianna began. “Your purity reflects the fact that you are a child of the Eternal Father—crafted with His hands and imbued with a portion of His essence. Thus, you are Rajakzân—a being free of corruption and taint.” She explained.

“But first...I need to know what you saw on the dance floor when I first spoke with you.” Chasianna paused and took a deep, steadying breath. Then, the Qilin stepped forward, coming as close to Neeva as she dared without risking impaling the Twi’lek with the horn on her forehead—just within an intimate distance.

“I need you to show me, sister.” And with that, Chasianna opened her mind and extended it towards Neeva, allowing the Twi’lek to feel and connect to her mental signature. The Qilin closed her eyes, the strain of opening herself drawing nearly all of her focus as her lips pursed together in concentration.

“Show me what you saw and I will give you answers.” Chasianna promised.

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory
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Lucette barely had time to register Viers' approach before the Corellian was standing directly in her line of sight, her trademark smirk in place and her hair charmingly disheveled. Lucy arched a brow, one hand resting lightly on her hip as Viers delivered her quip.

"What's a place like this doing in a girl like me?" she echoed, tilting her head slightly. "Viers, are you picking this up from the holo?" Her lips curved into a sly smile, her tone equal parts teasing and warm.

Before she could say more, Viers closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace. Lucette blinked in surprise, her initial instinct to chide the Corellian for wrinkling her gown quickly melting away as she felt the genuine warmth in the hug. Slowly, she returned the embrace, resting her chin lightly on Viers' shoulder.

"I missed you," she murmured, her voice softer now, meant just for Viers. Everything else seemed to fade away for the moment.

For a moment, she let herself sink into the hug, her arms slipping around the other girl's back. "I'm so sorry for being late," she murmured quietly, just loud enough for Viers to hear. "Traffic was horrendous, and my cousins didn't exactly make things easier."

Pulling back slightly, she moved her hands to the Corellian's shoulders, her eyes scanning Viers' face with a gentle smile. "But I'm here now, and I'm so glad you waited." Her hands slid down to take Viers's, lacing their fingers together.

She gave Viers's hands a small squeeze and tilted her head with a playful grin. "Shall we make the most of it, then? If anyone deserves the first dance, it's you."

Without waiting for a response, she tugged Viers gently toward the dance floor, her fingers tightening slightly around Viers's hand as if anchoring her there, ensuring they wouldn't lose each other in the crowd.

 

[Adean Castor]

WEARING: X
TAG: Abishai Jade | Open

Relatively unbothered in her wall sanctuary, Adean was an amalgamation of muted feelings, though she hid them well. Perhaps too well. She should've been ecstatic she had been left unbothered. A fly on the wall with the perfect spot to observe who was speaking with who, dancing with who, stomping away in a flurry of anger. The information would not doubt come in handy when navigating the social intricacies of her peers.

Yet a part of her felt a pang of melancholy, a tendril of disappointed of not being asked to dance or tagged into a discussion of which she'd panic to solidify her place in. Indeed, what she should've been celebrating was also a cause of sadness. For as useful as her observations were, she was almost above all things, lonely.

The revelation surprised her. Loneliness hadn't really been a consideration before. Perhaps it was the fact that she recognized a couple faces, noticed them enraptured in their own groups. Perhaps the inching towards forming connections for the sake of survival had made her grow dependent. Or perhaps she'd grown to almost enjoy being out on the spot.

She was pulled out of her introspection by another acolyte coming to join her at the observation wall, snacks in hand. Adean returned the nod of greeting, letting the younger one settle in with his handful to munch on before the relative silence in her mind became maddening.

"Some event, isn't it?"

 

[Karala Midwan]

The moment lasted a lifetime- nay, an infinitude, upon which the entire galaxy crumbled and was rebuilt anew with them both at the centre, not as two individuals, but a singular being capable of any and all things. A cacophony of visions flashed through Aiwaz's mind that he was sure Karla could see as well. He foresaw them both together at the frontlines of battle, leading great armies side-by-side; he foresaw children of Pureblood birth, and their children and their children, carrying forth their names into a new future; he foresaw the Force itself conspire to bring them together and keep them together, from this moment unto the end of time, transcending the limitations of physical matter itself into the unknowable nothingness where still they would persist as One.

The moment subsided, gently retiring back into their immediate reality, and Aiwaz opened his eyes to look upon his love. She was beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen. Still holding her, he smiled warmly to her, as the brightness in her eyes was fed back to her with his own empowered sparks of joy.
"Come to my tribe," he offered softly to her. "There are many of our kin there that would love to meet you, and..." His voice trailed off, cautious of seeming too forward. "I would love for you to meet my family."

The music shifted naturally to a slower pace, facilitating the tender moment between them, and Aiwaz's arm that was wrapped around her firmed slightly, as if to enforce the idea that he would protect her always, no matter the cost, and that all was and will be well as long as they were together.



TAG: Karala Midwan

As she was in his arms, she felt for the first time in her life, home. Korriban had been occupied for so long, and the time she was from it was a place of death for their people. Right now, as they let the world fade away, the two of them alone in this rapture. The kiss was a gateway, an intimacy that made her feel tethered to him in heart and soul. She did not want to remove her lips, as she drew in his life breath and the touch of their lips made her feel a soothing that only those who have experienced it can express.

When he withdrew his lips, and began to speak, her heart beat was now so elevated that it pounded in her breast against his. When he asked her to come to His Tribe, and meet his family, her eyes of gilded and amber color began to tremble as she planted another kiss on him and said,
"Oh yes! I want to meet them!"
Her voice rose in a pitch that denoted how excited she was, she kept her arms wrapped around him tightly, not wanting to let go. Laying claim to her love as if a jealous Sith War Bird. Her clutching to him was covetous, never in her whole life had she felt so intensely before for someone as she did for Aiwaz. In him she saw her past's purpose, her present happiness, and her future family.

The music had ended for a some time as they stood alone on the dance floor till the next set. She did not notice, the dance they were having was vastly superior to what was being hosted. For she was lost in the heat of passion, and she did not want to be awoken from this trance, this romance that had blossomed between them.

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

Chasianna intervened almost immediately when Neeva turned towards the overlook area. A small, yet surprisingly strong hand reached out and grabbed the Twi’lek’s forearm, at which point the tiny Qilin led her towards the ladies’ refresher as intended. Once inside, she entered one of the private stalls, which while small, was soundproofed and isolated in the manner of a sealed room.

“Okay.” Chasianna said after closing the door with a wave of her hand, telekinetic impulse driving it shut. She turned around and glanced up towards Neeva then, before grabbing hold of both of her arms with a touch that was just as demanding as it was affectionate.



“That is something we will figure out together, Neeva.” Chasianna began. “Your purity reflects the fact that you are a child of the Eternal Father—crafted with His hands and imbued with a portion of His essence. Thus, you are Rajakzân—a being free of corruption and taint.” She explained.

“But first...I need to know what you saw on the dance floor when I first spoke with you.” Chasianna paused and took a deep, steadying breath. Then, the Qilin stepped forward, coming as close to Neeva as she dared without risking impaling the Twi’lek with the horn on her forehead—just within an intimate distance.

“I need you to show me, sister.” And with that, Chasianna opened her mind and extended it towards Neeva, allowing the Twi’lek to feel and connect to her mental signature. The Qilin closed her eyes, the strain of opening herself drawing nearly all of her focus as her lips pursed together in concentration.

“Show me what you saw and I will give you answers.” Chasianna promised.

Overlooking the snowy world outside, she felt her arm grabbed by a very strong pull, could it be the Short One? She was rather strong, and being led to a rather ornate and quiet wash room, when the Horned Shortie put her hands on both her arms, The Twi/lek felt a jolt, and her eyes almost rolled up into her head, her tongue rising to roof of her mouth. It was as if she had touched her Lekku, though they were inhibted by her rings at the moment.

As she spoke, the assurance that wanted to help Neeva have her some comfort, and then a revelation, this name or title that was flooding her mind, "The Eternal Father" was her father?! How.. she thought she was from Ryloth as most Twi'leks! So that Man that with one look had made her feel scrambled as she did now was her Pater?! Before she could even inquire further on this, Chasianna demanded that she show her what she had seen and then she felt it, her mind was bridged with hers and so Neeva began to show her the Pau'un, the tube of bubbling Becta she saw herself in, the Eternal Father with forehead aflame.

There was not much else to really relate in terms of visuals, though how they made her feel flooded into Chasi, as The Twi'lek began to purge those emotions into the Horned Gal. They were Rajakzân she had said, a term that she did not recognize. Was this one of their features, the ability of transference of not only feelings but thoughts? She knew the Force was capable of such feats, though this level of connection she had not ever experience. She had called her "sister" earlier, Neeva had always wanted a sister, she had felt so alone in the galaxy, and now it seemed that was now over. He mind drifted to Domina Prime a moment, who she was devoted to, though this experience was causing her to neglect her Herald duties.

The visions subsided and she said to Chasi,
"That is all I saw.. all of this is.. strange to me. I am a nobody.. serving my Prime. How can I be the seed of that Man at the Dance?"
She continued to allow this Sister to hold her arms, not resisting, it actually was soothing, as if she had hit some zone that had calmed her. Leaning her head back, her tentacles sliding, she took a breath. This was a lot to take in.

 

[Abishai Jade]

The snacks were far too salty for his liking and he felt instantly thirsty. But the cold chill he felt when Iskendyr Yvarro stared at him did not permit the young newcomer to move. Despite not seeing the other young man, Abishai just knew that someone, somewhere was looking at him in a way that he would not appreciate later on.

He smacked his lips together a few times. Spittle would not be enough. He needed a drink.

It took a moment for him to register the older students speaking to him. Being not close to the same age, he just assumed she would largely ignore him. That is how most places like this worked.

"I mean...if you like this sort of thing...I guess," he said. He did like it. You didn't need to guess.

He put another snack in his mouth and instantly regretted it. This one was spicy.

"Ah...gross..."

The young man's face went red, for multiple reasons, and he turned his head away for the elder student so he could discreetly spit out the food into his napkin. He looked back over with a sheepish grin. Great first impressions.

"You waiting for someone or something?"

Adean Castor

 

[Darth Caedes]

"A kiss is both fire and poison, capable of igniting passion or delivering ruin with a single, quiet blow."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...
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Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna

Laid bare and unguarded, Revna's sentiments held the unmistakable weight of raw honesty. She was a flame, willing to burn with him, alongside him, unafraid of the fire they could kindle together; unafraid that it could burn the galaxy to ashes.

"If you want me," she said, "then you have me."​

His chest rose and fell as he breathed her in, intoxicating. The if in her declaration did not, to Caedes, feel like a condition—rather an offering. Rose and fell. Amber and smoke. Letting her chin free, he placed his hand atop her own, fingers curling into the spaces between hers, pulling her closer to the throb of his beating heart. His eyes searched that gaze there across from him—those burning embers which refused to look away—before his mouth curved into something softer than the usual dagger's-edge-smirk, something more real.

"Then you are mine," Caedes whispered in the voice of the King, his breath warm and herbal.​

He spoke the words not in command, but as an answer to the question each had no doubt asked themselves countless times in the previous months—a quiet acceptance of what already was.

And yet… through the tether of their bond, Revna would feel it too—that faint flicker of fear. Released like a butterfly from between caged fingers so that she might see it. Not a fear of her; certainly not in any direct or tangible sense. Rather, a more ancient dread which came from caring; from opening his heart and daring to connect. He had buried that fear deep beneath overlapping layers of power, yet with her, it seemed to have become unearthed.

Abruptly, Caedes swept out with his arms and wrapped her up, pulling Revna against him and into a lift, trailing her legs and the shadow-silk of her rippling dresses behind them. The song's crescendo crashed like waves. Caedes flourished, releasing the lift and dropping low, catching her in a sudden dip. Together they stretched, deeper, her body arching backward atop the support of his thigh, her dark hair cascading nearly to the floor. Panting and pressing his weight atop her, chest rising and falling and glistening with exertion, they hung suspended like that, breath visible in chilly plumes of fog, supporting her head with a cradled arm...