Guess Who's Coming To Dinner

[Eriate]

Location: Kinoss, Vesnam'eriate'raithe's personal estate.

She had been waiting for this day for some time now, and as she looked over her attire once more, Eraite finally felt prepared for her 'suitor' to see her. The rather robust security systems she typical let oversee her home were currently disabled, and she personally unhooked the hidden devices she concealed about the house for when guests were over; she liked having him as her best kept secret after all. She kept her gauntlets in the armory, as well as her combat equipment; she planned on sparring with words rather than weapons for tonight. Her brother would have been laughing his head off if he saw her like this, but there was a reason she hadn't told him about Tswek's arrival. She made her way about the house, ensuring everything was set for their date tonight. Plates were put away, cleaning droids were stowed away in the closets, and candles were set on the dining table. Any minute now, her personal flight tracker would notify her of his arrival, and the unfamiliar sensation of jitteryness and excitement would rush through her system once again. Any nearby force sensitive would notice that Eraite was unusually off in her emotional balance, something the acclaimed Veizer would have admonished another of her kind for such a lack of focus, but this was an exception for Eraite however, as once the moment passed she would collect herself. But for now? There was no need to. Having tended to everything in the house, she resided herself to her meditation room, honing herself to restore balance to a more tempered mindset.

 

[Tswek]

Vekkt’swe’keitsa, better known by his core name Tswek, had been many things over his life. Nobleman, Intelligence Agent, Sith Assassin, Exile and Criminal Underboss for the feared Black Sun Cartels. Despite his rather steep fall from grace he couldn’t help but feel like sneaking into a Lady’s home for a secret rendezvous felt like a real low point. He sighed. Even at the height of his service to the Ascendency he’d never have been allowed a relationship with a Noblewoman of Vesnam'eriate'raithe's stature. Moving in the shadows was his existence now, why should his love life be any different? Not to mention that he still had no idea just how much Malicar knew about this underlings relationship with his sister and it wasn’t a query Tswek was likely to make anytime soon. At least today was an occasion to dress more pleasantly for than he often had cause for being little more than a glorified hitman these days. The lean Chiss was garbed in finely made black clothing with a high collar and a cloak hanging across his shoulder and over his left side which served to hide the two shoto lightsabers clipped to his belt. Weapons weren’t exactly his first choice of equipment to bring to the rendezvous but the sad fact was he had more enemies than he could count and he wouldn’t risk endangering himself or Eraite without something to defend them both with.

As he came close to the Estate, having landed as directed by previous arrangement, he could already faintly sense the woman’s mind in the distance. He knew she was force sensitive, although limited by the rudimentary training of the Ascendency as far as Tswek was aware. The former-Sith meanwhile, despite maintaining a calm mind-set, was able to compartmentalise the emotion that fed his power to avoid the typical fits of rage many more powerful Sith seemed to succumb to. The Assassin was currently using the Force to hide his presence as he advanced on the estate. He was using the more tiring, but in his experience more effective, method of concealment. He was shrinking his presence down to a practically non-existent size although he would drop it as soon as he entered the building.

Reaching the Estate’s entrance at last he tapped in the code that had been provided to him and stepped inside. Letting his grasp on the Dark Side begin to slip away he dropped his concealment and reached out with the force to send a soft pulse to alert Eriate to his presence while he waited in the entrance hall.

 

[Eriate]

The small flight tracker on Eriate's person would notify her once the shuttle was touching down, at which she was up on her feet, taking a position to greet him in the side room. She didn't have her gauntlets on her, actually there were secured away in her armory within her bedchambers. She was far more...emotionally active than usual, and perhaps it was because this was the first courtship she was having without family attachments. So, when Tswek entered her house, he might have noticed her presence off to his right, though she certainly felt the pulse he reached out to her with. Eriate did not delay making her entrance, circling around to greet him from behind the wall. "I've been waiting for you." She said with a smile, putting her hands on her hips. The clothing might have been a bit conservative, but that was the custom until the courting was deemed...'accepted' by both parties. She stepped closer towards him, her lips pursed together in anticipation. She cast a glance along his figure and grinned. "I see you brought your toys as well." She uncharacteristically giggled. "I have mine set in my room, if you wanted to spar that is." Tswek would have easily picked up on a hint that Eraite was perhaps suggesting more than just sparing, but what exactly he couldn't be sure. "I already made preparations for dinner, if that's to your liking?" She suggested, taking a step back. "Oh, and..this is my estate, personal estate. I have to share the other with my brother."

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[Tswek]

Putting a hand over his heart the Chiss Male bowed deeply as Eriate stepped out to meet him. From his bet over position he glanced up taking in her beautiful appearance with a slight smile. “I apologise my lady.” he said with what appeared to be sincerity before straightening up. Once she was closer he took her hand in his and kiss the back of it softly, as was proper, Tswek was as conservative as he was currently dressed. The Chiss, despite his years amongst the Sith and then the Criminal Underworld, had never managed to throw off the reserved social protocols of his people, they practically hung to him like social shackles. Still, for those who knew him well, it was obvious the Chiss was more relaxed now than he ever was in the outside world. Eriate was one of a very select few individuals who he didn’t have to hide who he was in front of. Former Intelligence Officer, Ex-Sith, Current Criminal. It didn’t matter when around Eriate and the stress of having to constantly deceive those around him along with his growing self-loathing just melted away.

Smiling he pushed his cape aside slightly so that the two lightsaber hilts where in full view. “Perhaps after some dinner.” he said with an amused smile. “I can’t pass over the opportunity for some real food. If I have to eat another piece of street food I’ll weep.” he joked, although it was no lie that his diet had took a real turn for the terrible ever since the fall of the former Sith Order.

At her last sentence he laughed softly. “I am certainly glad you picked your own estate. I would not like to run into the boss tonight.” It was only half-joke, the rest was actual unspoken fear. Malicar might know about his relationship with his sister but Tswek was just as happy not to force the issue and find out.

“Lead the way my dear.” he requested.

 

[Eriate]

Eriate smiled at the faint gesture, though it wasn't exactly needed. "Oh dearest, you don't need to be so formal." She snickered, though she didn't pull her hand back; she enjoyed his affections immensely. Eriate wasn't like this with most, aside from her brother and maybe a half dozen contacts, Tswek got a rare view at her 'nice' side. Social customs aside, Eraite wasn't intent on keeping the shackles on Tswek for long, after all his unconventional life was partly what drew her towards him. She would move to his side, taking his hand in hers and clamp his arm to her side. "Well then you are in for a treat, dearest. I spent considerable time preparing tonight's course." She would escort him through her home to get to the kitchen, past several morbid and bleak looking paintings, and several art pieces of figurines in contorted positions lined on shelves. "Don't let Malicar get to you, he's more of a fusser than anything. I'd just avoid going into detail about what we do, you might not be nobility, but you are certainly of value to him." Eriate commented, trying to ensure her partner would not need to fear anything from her brother.

Dinner was brought out, though some items required it to be reheated, despite Eriate's attempts to keep it warm. Calamari from Mon Calamari, Spiced Rogwart, deep fried Nuna Legs, and several other dishes Eriate couldn't pronounce. She had a bottle of champagne plucked from New Aldaran, and several rather decorative dishes sat around a glass dining table. It was sat before the balcony before the window, giving them a view into the lake that laid beyond the window. Putting everything onto the table, Eriate reached out with a hand and with it the lights dimmed just a bit. "I do hope everything is satisfactory. This is my first time actually cooking something myself for another. Well, someone that isn't my brother." She smiled, sitting down opposite of Tswek.
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