Feelin' Way Too Damn Good

[Arage Bao]

~Classified Location~​

~Bedroom~​

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]​

Every once in a while a man has to do something new, something… wild, something crazy enough that most people will call you mad and throw you out of their homes when you tell them about it. He had brought down Aleidis, not by sheer might true, but Sith Lords never played fair or even - that was pretty well-known to all. Anyway, that particular encounter had left him a bit… unsatisfied to a degree, it was strange, the Sith Lord had proven that the Light could never win for good, that they would lose in the end.

Didn’t feel as good as he had thought it would, but perhaps it would come later.

Maybe.

The Sith Lord didn’t count on it.

But yeah, back to the plan in question. Jared was stretched on on a bed, in an indistinct room, cloaked in the White Current. Pretty much invisible and imperceivable by anything and everything. Why was he here? No clue, figured it was time to try something new and cause some raised eyebrows.

The bedroom’s owner? Well… let’s just say that Ovmar hoped the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order would be at least a bit hospitable. She was either showering, doing some late-errands or something else, but if he had read her schedule right… she should be returning any moment now.

So he put his hand behind his head and simply waited.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

See, the only man this individual was wanting anywhere near her mattress was away on affairs to keep the Order afloat. He was gone so frequently, as was she, that they both may as well have been celibate.
Just kidding.

It would be appropriate that she was considering him as she stepped from the refresher, clouds of steam rolling from the confined area and flooding the room and beneath the door into her sleeping quarters. Delicate hands pressed against her hot face, applying pressure below her eyes before running her fingers through her hair and exhaling heavily. She’d just returned from an informative meeting from a former companion, now Sith Lord, regarding the Vong and their history with the Moross Crusade. But she wasn’t sure if it was enough still.

As she rubbed a towel against her head, she reflected on the conversation she recently held with a former councillor and good friend. He was in pain, but lost. His mind convoluted — and he’d left her with the safe advice to do what she needed to do. It was making her think on her actions in the past — how proactive she’d been on the council, and earlier in the term of the Grandmastership. Recently however, she’d been so bogged down with reacting that she didn’t have time to dedicate herself to what mattered to her and not The Order.

Annoyed, that towel that had mostly dried her hair now wound snugly around her svelte frame and she took a step into her room, letting the steam from behind roll through the door at the first change and dissipating into her quarters. She wouldn’t be sleeping here tonight. A quick change, and back into the lurch she would go.

A wave of her hand caused the room’s lights to ignite while she navigated to the closet.



[member="Jared Ovmar"].