Five Star Conversations

[Darth Metus]

Skysitter Restaurant, Coruscant

In an era long past, only the wealthiest of Senators could afford the view that Dagora currently enjoyed. The establishment, literally built atop a spire, was constructed in such a manner that a slow, barely noticeable rotation occurred. This afforded the patrons seated within the luxury of viewing the bustling heart of the One Sith Empire from multiple angles. At this point in time, the Sith Lord was seated at one of the outermost tables; intentionally of course. He wanted to take in the sights, enjoy the sunset, and feel the breeze upon his skin whilst playing the waiting game.

That in itself was a contradiction to what had slowly become normal for Dagora. As a CEO, it was very seldom that he waited on anyone. In fact, it was quite the other way around. However, he found himself rather anxiously awaiting the arrival of the woman he had asked to dinner. She was someone that, decades ago, he was very familiar with...but time had changed the both of them. He was once a proud Mandalorian, she was once an excessively intelligent waitress. Now, he fought wars, commanded a corporation, and slung about power of the Darkness. And Vesphira? Well, she went from Sweet to deadly. A bounty huntress prior to their reunion.

What was most striking about these two was the simple reality that they had a daughter together; one that was quite literally like them in every way. Stubborn like her mother, bold like her father. Powerful. Beautiful. She was the greatest thing that had come out of their previous relationship...and that got Dagora thinking. It was strange, being perfectly honest, for him to allow such thoughts to invade his mind. Where once there were plots and plans, there were now sentimental notions. Romanticized ideas about what could have been.

And now, being the bold karker that he was, the Dar'manda decided to share these thoughts with the woman he once loved. Over dinner, of course, as these sort of "talks" were...well, you didn't divulge feelings on a battlefield or a crowded ship! As such, Dagora had set all the arrangements. Personally, he was dressed in a rather crisp suit; complete with a conservative hat that made a subtle statement. Before him was a table set for two. Candles, wine, the whole nine.

Sure, Dagora was bad at relationships, but at least he could get this part right.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

An annoying beeping woke her from her nap.. Opening those piercing blue eyes of hers she would see the intercom flashing with the time, causing her to jump up and scramble across the living room of her apartment, an annoyed groan leaving her lips as she dashed around, attempting to find the things she needed before busying her self with getting ready.

"Going to be late, not enough time to pretty myself up.."


With that said, she busied herself in making herself presentable. Donning a simple crimson blouse that was a lovely contrast to her naturally pale skin, she would soon pair that with a nice black pencil skirt and a sleek pair of boots. Making her way out the door, she would stop at the mirror and pinch her cheeks; giving them a light pink tint before biting her lips to both plump and color them. Running her fingers through her hair, she would give a pleased click of her tongue upon the tousled waves that cascaded down her back.


Running out her the door, she quickly made her way towards Dagora at the Skysitter Restaurant, thankful that she had living arrangements nearby. Upon arriving at the Restaurant, she would glance around before spotting Dagora. Making her way towards him, she would stop and smile at him before offering up a sweet smile.

"I apologize for being late, I seem to have overslept a tad bit. I hope you weren't waiting too long."

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Only moments before the arrival of his "date", Dagora reached across the table so that he might inspect the bottle of wine. Personally he only preferred hard liquor to have a bitter taste; and as such ordered something a touch more sweet. He hoped that Vesphira would like it, especially since the Sith Lord knew next to nothing about wine or fancy things. The fact that he found this particular establishment was a stroke of luck! In any case, after scanning the bottle, he soon returned it to the ice...only to be afforded a rather stunning sight.

Just as the restaurant made a fresh rotation about the spire, lining up the setting sun with Dagora's gaze, Vesphira stepped forward. The light radiated from her shoulders, accentuating every feature spectacularly. Rising, the Dar'manda was speechless for a moment, for it was...rare as kark that Vesphira would dress up. Even when they dated decades prior, the most Dagora got was a T-shirt and denim pants. Now...well...now she looked amazing. (Not that she didn't already.)

Okay. Amazing-er.

"I could wait for you all day." he said in that fake, "bad pick up line" voice with a smile. He then added. "Jokes aside, I wasn't waiting long. You look amazing."

With that said he pulled out her chair and awaited for her to take a seat. Upon doing so, he would return to his own chair before reaching for the bottle of wine again. "Wine?" he asked, before uncorking the bottle. He poured himself a glass before holding the wine aloft, awaiting her response. Then, once the drinks part of the program was concluded, Dagora got down to "business".

"So...You've been on my mind lately."

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

A smile graced her features, fleeting but there. Moving to lower herself into her seat, she would incline her head at his offer of wine. His next statement caused a slight twitch of her lips before she would lean forward and begin speaking, her eyes sweeping over his form quickly then skipping back to his face.

"Oh? Were you thinking of more ways to train me?"

She'd question softly before leaning back in her chair, a picture of fierce elegance as she stared him down with those piercing hues of hers. Before long, she'd add an after statement. "I've been thinking of you also." With that said, she would reach for her glass of wine and bring it to her lips, tasting it to see if it could be something that she might like in the future.


[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Vulnerability wasn't something that Dagora "dealt" with.

Whenever a hole in his defenses was exposed, he would move mountains to close it. Oh, a telekinetic can break his focus? Here's a bodyglove that blocks telekinesis. Oh, physical onslaughts can shatter his concentration? Have a suit of armor that devours stamina. As an alchemist of the highest caliber, the Dar'manda made it a standard practice to eliminate his vulnerabilities whenever he could...yet there was no armor or module that could cover the current pitfall of his defenses.

Butterflies assailed his stomach as he awaited a response from the radiant woman before him. Perspiration moisted his palms, prompting him to distract himself by raising his glass of wine. A gentle move of his wrist set the crimson liquid whirling ever so gently in the glass. A subtle tilt of said glass allowed the aroma to wander into Dagora's nostrils. The wine was good, at least in the smell department, and served as a decent distraction from the fact that putting himself out there...well, it was nerve-wracking. He was vulnerable and there was nothing he could do about it.

Then, finally, Vesphira spoke. At first, she replied with the same humor and wit he expected...before worsening the swarm in his stomach with her comment. They were in each other's thoughts...but in what capacity?

"Strangely enough, I haven't been thinking about new ways to prod you with the Force." he said, offering a light chuckle. "However...I have been entertaining the notion of...'what if'." He paused so that he might sample the wine, and so that his words might sink in. Of course, after the succulent liquid raced down his throat, Dagora clarified his statement. "What if...we hadn't parted ways all those years ago. Would we still be together now? Would we have raised Deneve well?"

He broke off, catching himself in the midst of what could have easily become a rambling session.

"Of course, I realize it's been years and to think of such things is not exactly...Well, we are different than we were then. Vastly so. Yet when I'm with you, training or whatever, it feels like nothing has changed. It makes me remember old feelings and think about you like I once did. I wonder if, perhaps, you have been thinking of the same things?"

And with that, Dagora shut up and returned to drinking.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

A R o m a n t i c; He was always a romantic …

This was one of the reasons she held him in a special place in her normally locked down heart. Setting her glass down, she would drift into silence, thinking over what exactly it was that needed to be said. It didn't take a genius to see how vulnerable Dagora currently was. So she needed to tread carefully on how she worded her words so he didn't take anything the wrong.

"Dagora, there has always been 'what ifs" After a few years I gave up the notion of ever seeing you or Deneve… Yes, I played over how things could have been in my mind many times… " Pausing, she took a breath to calm herself lest she start rambling also. "Things happened the way they did for a reason, 'what ifs' have no place in our lives. The past is the past. What we should be focusing on is the present and future…"

Reaching across the table, she would take on his hands within her own for a few moments, brushing her thumb over it lightly in an open sign of affection before retracting her hand and beginning to speak once more.

"What needs to be asked is; Do I still hold romantic feelings for you?; Yes. Do I see myself with you in the near future?; Yes, it only seems natural to pursue you; the same hothead that grasped a hold of my normally closed heart with a death grip all those years ago. The one person that is always cemented in my heart no matter what I try " Clearing her throat, she once again took a sip of her wine, averting her gaze so that she may collect herself, mumbling under her breath. "I think I might of preferred the torture that is training over this, wrecking my feels and crap.."


Returning her gaze to him, she offered up a smile to reassure him before once again speaking softly, "There, you have it' my thoughts and feelings. I help that eases the nervousness that is radiating off of you Tin-man."


[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

For the time being, the Dar'manda watched...listened...and drank. The moments of silence between he and his former lover were punctuated only by the quiet sips of wine he took. In all honesty, it felt as if the raging horde of butterflies were growing every angsty, for every second only intensified Dagora's nerves. Finally, after a small eternity of quiet torment, Vesphira graced the Dar'manda with a response...and what a response it was. She showed him affection. She thought the same as he. She wanted to be with him again.

These were good to hear. Vastly good to hear.

The beginnings of a smile formed upon Dagora's lips, and when she has finished speaking, he began to formulate some semblance of a response. "Yes, that helps immensely." he said, reaching across the table. The wine was set down and his fingertips touched her own. "So we feel the same. We want the same. I suppose life is too short to just stare at each other longingly across the room, yes? How's about we make the 'near future' into the present?"

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

"Life[SIZE=11pt] may be short, but you're still quite the looker, so in all honesty I don't mind staring at you longingly from a distance.. But, yes. I agree with you entirely on this matter Let us make the 'near' future into the present. "[/SIZE]

Her words finished , she would lift his hand and brush her lips over his knuckles lightly, an action she used to do absently in the past. Letting go of his hand, she would then give him an intense look.

"I do hope you know; this means you have to crack down on me in training. Can't having you worrying about little ol me.. I'd like to be able to save you from a pickle every now and then.."

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

It was just like old times.

Her touch took him back to simpler days when hunting bounties was the primary concern. All that mattered was freely wandering the stars and making coin...and, of course, coming home to a beautiful smile. Dagora found himself grinning like a buffoon as he listened to her words, and his fingers instinctively wrapped about her hand when she finished.

"And here I thought you would be scared off by the gray. Who knew?" he began. However, as the humor in her tone was set aside for the moment, the Dar'manda responded in turn. "I wouldn't dream of lightening up on you. In fact, our relationship would prompt me to push you harder. You are my greatest weakness now, the sole chink in my armor. I can't have my enemies harming you as a means of striking me."He paused, then gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Your place or mine?"

Wink.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

His words caused a smile to grace her lips before she took another hearty sip of the wine that happened to be quite good… And then he had to go be himself; which resulted in her choking and spewing wine across the table onto him. A light blush creeped up her cheeks before she gave him a look that was all too familiar, a look that stated she wanted to reach across the table and throttle him.


"About that. My place is currently in rubble. I may of taken a bounty home and blown them up along with my house…"

That statement said, she gave a shrug like that was the norm of her daily life. Picking up a napkin, she would wipe at her lips before leaning back and glowering at him.

"Dagora, its only the first date and you already have me choking. Is this a foreshadowing of our relationship?"

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

He had anticipated a rather sudden response to his suggestive use of snark. Perhaps a laugh. Perhaps a slap. Yet...what he received was rather surprising. A torrent of wine spewed from Vesphira's lips, flew across the table, and collided with the expensive garments Dagora wore. There was no doubt that they would be stained forevermore...but the Dar'manda wasn't the sort to care about that sort of thing. A dent in his armor was one thing, but staining up a suit he barely wore was another.

So. He simply reached for a napkin, wiped his face, and lost his poodoo.

Heads turned in response to the scene. A beautiful woman spitting onto her date, who then loses composure with peals of laughter. It took a moment for Dagora to get a grip, and when he did, he had to wipe a tear from his left eye. "It's been decades dear, one would think you'd havw learned how to swallow properly." he began. "And I suppose that narrows down our options. My place it is." Oh yeah, Dagora was still running with this particular train of humor.

"Now then, are you still a vegetarian or have you finally accepted our Lord and Savior MEAT into your life?"

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]