Emerging From The Darkness Into Flames [Thyrian]

[Lief]

She peered at him in confusion when he told her she was wrong; while the woman was not so stupid as to think she knew everything, she also wasn't used to having her honest thoughts disputed. After all, was she not the one who knew herself moreso than any other? Yet there was no chiding tone, simply adoration from the man who truly believed what he said to be true. Her hand he placed over his chest, and through his shirt she could feel the steady beat of his heart.

No words were said, and without warning her head was lifted and his lips brushed her own. A soft inhale marked the occasion as Kära simply stood there, no idea how to react. The hand at his chest curled into the tunic, however, and the smallest of kisses graced her lips. Finally she pulled back, peering up at him, and ran a hand up against the side of his jaw. "W-We should go before they get suspicious" she whispered, her hand remaining grasped into his shirt.

[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Thyrian couldn't care less about what his subordinates thought of him, or any of his activities. Their place was to serve, not to ask questions about his personal life - what little he had. Much like the woman in his arms, he didn't want the moment to end. He'd finally gotten her back and, even more miraculous, she did not brush him aside like her old persona would. He still had no idea how she was alive or why this shift in personality had occurred, but those were questions of another time, another place.

He took her by both hands. "Your hands are cold," he remarked with some concern. The Ashborn's eyes lit up for a moment as a jolt of warmth would be transferred into her body, soothing to the senses. "Blood of my blood," he told her. Despite him being overjoyed at this turn of events, he still wouldn't smile. He didn't know how to, but that didn't change the way he felt. Kära knew better than anyone to interpret his actions. Thyrian then removed his black coat and placed it over her shoulders so that she would keep warm. "Let's go then. I'll tell one of the pilots to bring your ship."

 

[Lief]

She felt the warmth of his body transfer into her own and smiled softly. With a nod of her head she turned toward the vessel, one hand sliding from his own while the other remained firmly rooted in his grasp. He could drop it once they neared the shuttle if he wished, but for now she felt quite content in his company. As he settled his coat over her shoulders the Sith Lord buried her face down into it and inhaled softly. Further warmth spread through her.

"Thank you, Phoenix" she said, still not knowing his actual name at this point. Together the pair ventured towards the shuttle, which no doubt would take them back to the Judgement. She had missed her ship, but she had missed him more. And it felt good to finally be able to admit as much to herself.

[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

[I'll begin a new thread if you like? This one seems to have run its natural course! ]