Indestructible (completed)

[Faith Organa]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

"I don't know what they will turn out like or who they will take after. Maybe they will be like someone else entirely. Like Tia, or mother, or father, or Theo...or who knows a throw back to some ancestor we never met." Faith smiled and laughed a little, "we won't find out until well.. until they are here, and begin their own journey." She laid her head on Draco's arm he only thought she handled all of this better, truth was, was didn't handle sadness well.

She harbored it hugged it kept it like an old comfortable blanket taking it out and squeezing it when she needed to. She smiled when she wanted to scream, she laughed when her nerves were shot, and she cried when things were at their worst. Why? Because nobles don't show all of that on the outside, its only on the inside, to family.

He probably didn't think twice about her cutting up her food the way she did making sure it was just so, just her thing. It was her way of keeping order in her life, the few things she had actual control over. Faith half turned looking up.

"There is something you've never told me and I thought in time you would. Draco you never told me how you ended up in Kessel, as a slave." Was talking about all of this helping him? Was it helping her to know the history? Course she would write it into the journal of House Organa, Draco probably didn't know about the book.

This trip was supposed to be about helping Draco, she hoped it would. She really hoped it would.

She would take this time with him though, for one never knew when the galaxy would drag him off to another war. Why was her back hurting so much tonight. She wiggled again.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Oh, really?" He asked, looking into her amber eyes shining up at him. "Huh, I guess I just never mentioned it. Its not all that exciting of a tale." The big man shrugged and drew himself closer to her, laying his head against her own, taking comfort in her embrace.

"When I served my tour, I had no marketable skills other than combat training, and the reason I didn't go career was because the pay wasn't hardly enough to live on. I made it by, but I didn't have money or anything. I joined up with a Mercenary group that worked for one of the Hutts. Borga, Burga, something like that. They pay was a lot better, and there were a lot of benefits to being a young guy like me in a Hutt's palace." He tried to stray over that bit as best he could. She could draw assumptions but he wasn't about to reminisce about being a hired gun like it was the good old days. "I was sent to go protect shipments of spice bound for the Core worlds and Inner Rim, which was easy. Anyway, the smuggler I was with, decided to drop a cargo meant for a rival Hutt."

He snuggled closer to her, feeling her wiggle around in his arms and squeezed her gently in response, just to remind her he was there, and in the now. "The rival wanted the person responsible. The Pilot was a favorite of the Hutt I worked for. So, I got the blame to save his skin. Didn't even know it. Got asked to deliver a briefcase to the rival, handed it over, heard the recording of 'the man before you is your payment for the transgressions against you' and got beaten to a pulp. Woke up in chains on a ship bound for Kessel to teach me a lesson about not crossing the Cartel." It also explained why he had a strong dislike for Hutts and didn't trust the entire species. Not a one. He'd started a war and salted their sacred sites, and demolished their cartel's presence on dozens of worlds during his time with the Techno Union because of that hatred. But, over time, it had simmered. He no longer wanted to kill the entire species, but he knew better than to trust a Hutt.

The speeder slowed to a hault and Draco glanced outside to see a cemetary, it was rather large, and with Faith being pregnant Draco wasn't keen on walking too far. "Can we get closer?"

"I'll have to see, sir. Give me a moment with the guard and I'll see what we can do." And with that the Driver walked away towards the Guard post. Hopefully they would be allowed to pull to the proper lot to save Faith some walking distance.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

"Well I've heard that aobut Hutts, they tend to play favorites. Young gun among the Hutts, meet any pretty Zeltrons there?" A comment that would come back around at a later date in their life. The entrance to the cemetary was what one expected.

It just breathed silence and it never felt welcoming it just felt like..come in...don't linger..she wouldn't least not for too long.

The guard did some explaining about historical value, disturbing the peace and something else that Faith didn't quite catch. So instead she got out of the speeder and slowly walked towards the guard, when he saw that she was..expecting and not just a little but a lot.

"An exception can be made" The guard gave a small salute, she should have pulled the royalty card. But it wasn't necessary when he saw her condition. Strange how a pregnant woman got things easier, she even got great parking at the shopping in Crevasse City when she stayed at the apartment, it was great.

Faith nodded, "thank you." Putting a hand on her back she moved back towards the speeder. She laid it on a little thick this time wanting the young man to feel he really had done the right thing.

Reaching out for Draco's arm they moved back to the speeder and slid inside, she held firmly to his arm, "I always feel like the dead are watching when I'm near a place like this." The small roadway wound around until it came to a field. Across the field tiny holos burned brightly memorializing those lost. She wouldn't know who she was looking for. She waited to follow Draco out. She wanted to see what his parents looked like, did Draco look like them?

There was little green found here, nothing about renewal, or after life it was just a field of pictures that one could sit down and watch. "Do you see your parents?"

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Eh, not many." He had preferred twi'leks in his youth, even learning to be a masseur at ones request, a skill he was now glad he had as he enjoyed rubbing Faith's feet when they hurt or massaging her shoulders. With her being pregnant he could sit on top of her and rub her back anymore, but she still benefitTed from the rash decision he had made a decade ago.

Draco stood at the transport whole Faith convinced the guard to allow them through, but he noticed her wincing. I. His mind he made a note to rub her back when they next had alone time for each other. "Thank you." He called as he helped Faith back inside the transport.

"I don't feel that way I'm afraid. I sense nothing from these fields but the grass. No whispers, no kind thoughts to reassure those left behind. Only silence." It was a curse the ability to sense the Force brought on. For him, there was nothing to be felt, no restlessness, no comfort from the deceased. Just silence where there had once been life.

"There." He pointed at a pair of holograms beside one another. One looked like Draco, but probably twenty, maybe thirty years older. Not as much muscle mass, shorter hair, but the resemblance was clear. The woman beside the tall man was shorter, short hair, black like Draco's own, age lines around her eyes. She had grey eyes like her son that sat beside Faith.

Draco stiffened at the sight of them, his body tightening as the speeder pulled to a stop. Draco stared at them for a moment, blankly, without showing emotion. The holograms were smiling, holding hands. An image captured not long before the destruction of their home. The stone that bore their names read read simple dares of their lives, his father's yeas of military service were noted, and the stone read, 'Kind Friends, Loving Parents, and Generous Spirits'.

After a moment, Draco opened the door and helped Faith from the transport. Regret framed his face as he looked at them and the marker. He frowned, furrowing his brow as he stared at the figures silently. In his mind, he wanted to turn around and leave, to avoid seeing it just a little longer, as though if he didn't accept it it wouldn't be true.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

This was one reason she was glad she only had this little sensitivity it seemed that those blessed, or cursed depending on your outlook with the force seemed to lose some wonder about the universe, and life.

When Draco said these Faith looked upon the faces of the two people who had brought Draco into being. The man looked like Draco yes but he didn't have the hardness in his jaw that Draco had probably because of all that Draco had been through. Draco's life had weighed on him, but the hair, the way he stood, the shape of his nose these were all Draco. She couldn't help but smile couldn't help but feel love for them.

The woman smaller, like Faith the eyes were unmistakable but they were clear gray no storms raging she was a woman who loved life clearly taken too soon. Faith felt Draco stiffen as they drew closer, she had a feeling that this, the reality would be harder. How her heart wept for him and all she could do was offer the comfort of her embrace, and a few soft words.

The speeder pulled to a stop Faith looked out the stone was simple. loving parents she held onto Draco's hand as they stood there looking at the faces of his parents they looked so happy in these few moments.

The silence felt deafening she glanced up at Draco she knew him better than anyone. She wanted to say something to him she could see it in his face his eyes where the storm raged on, "Ner Ka'rta they would be proud of the man you are." Faith reached up and put her hand over the place on Draco's chest where his heart beat, I'm here she thought, they are here, you are loved ner drahr.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"There are times when I believe that." Draco said solemnly. "There are times when i think they might look at what I have done and not be able to forgive me for them. I'll never know for certain." Draco closed his eyes and he breathed deeply, holding Faith tight in his hands.

Time slowed around him and the air chilled, but the world kept turning. "I made a lot of mistakes. This one I'll probably regret the most. Not having come home when I had the chance." It was easy for him to feel sorry for himself, and the sensation crept through him before he shuddered, shaking his head, clearing his mind. "I'm sure you're right, though. They weren't the kind to hold grudges. Even when they were mad at one of the neighbors, if that family needed food, they were at the house for dinner." For all he worried about his dark past linger through to his children, his father hadn't been a dark man. His father had been a simple working man, and everyday he helped those around him that needed it if they would only ask. He laughed, "Mother always said I was just like my father. There were times when I could have used him when I was wandering. Just a few words of guidance, but I was too stubborn to ask anyone for help. That sounds like him, never asking for help even when he knows he needs it."

"I'm sorry." He said aloud, not really directed at anyone in particular. His thoughts dwelt on the fond memories he had for a while, standing in silence. Feeling Faith attached to him helped immensely. Her warmth and soft touch on his chest. His eyes closed and he stood there and just breathed. Minutes passed, maybe a bit longer than he had intended to just stand in silence, but finally he sighed with some relief. "I think they would have been happy for me. Mother would have loved you if nothing else."

"Alright, lets go see about Laira." He said sadly. As much as he had loved his parents, there was a much tighter bond he had with his sister. She had been his elder sibling, teaching him everything, helping him against his will when he needed it. He had very little information about her death, though he knew she had died during the First Order's attack on the planet. Beyond that he didn't know much about the circumstances.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

She listened, she let him talk through his emotions, his regrets she wanted him to find the path that would let him forgive himself for not coming home. The soft breeze slowly caressed the cemetery as if to soothe the disturbed spirits and to carry away the grief of regrets that lingered.

She kept close to Draco, "Your father from what you've said was hard working, you are hard working too Draco. He loved his children surely you knew that. Those are qualities to be treasured." Yes Draco was a stubborn man but he was also a sensitive and possessive. That was another reason why he needed this, to let go to come to the acceptance of what he was, what he had done, and who he was now.

The moments stretched to minutes till finally she felt the tension slip away acceptance of what he couldn't change, "I bet she would have told me all your secrets too. Like your favorite foods, and silly stories, we probably would have gotten along wonderfully. So, you know to honor their memory we do what we talked about restore the neighborhood, and me I'll just love you." She rubbed his chest lightly and then looked over to his parents.

She smiled, "I promise to take good care of him, and one day very soon" She rubbed her tummy, "we will tell our children about you." They would tell them all the good.

Faith turned with Draco to go the speeder it might all be in Faith's head or just her desires to know that this was doing some good for all of them. This place seemed a bit more peaceful as if unfinished business had finally concluded for some and were able to move on.

"Is Laira here?" She walked slowly the First Order she knew they had caused all of this destruction, she wondered how come Draco didn't mention taken them on more often. Or how come he and his clan weren't doing more raids on FO resources.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Oh, he wasn't all steel and stone. We didn't see his softer side often, it was always weird when we did." Draco had always found it very odd when they had seen the soft side of his father. Like something horrible had just happened and they weren't sure how to react, whether they should panic or not when he was obviously troubled. Draco knew it would be much the same with him. He wasn't great at expressing his feelings, he could manage affection and love easy enough, but fear was one he bottled and hid.

"Oh, I'm sure she would have told you a lot of embarrassing things." Probably after the relief that she was going to get grandchildren, rather than him running off with some Twi'lek like everyone would have assumed years ago. "I'm not sure they would have liked being royalty, and I'm certain I'm a lot lazier than my father was." But he stayed in better shape than his father ever had, as much work as it took, Draco still didn't like getting up and going to work every morning if he didn't have to. "I'll miss them." Hopefully, the ghosts in his head would die off and leave him be with the acceptance.

"I would assume she would be buried in the military portion. They built this place after the attack, and they probably buried her with her squadron." Draco knew that would be difficult for him, just like this had. He was putting ghosts to rest, but there would always be the echo of regret from his actions. For now, he took solace that he had taken to empowering the enemies of his enemies, aiding them when he could, and ensuring the most dangerous enemies the First Order had, had the support of the Mandalorian Clans. And when they made their move, he would be there with them.

The ride across the winding roads through the cemetary wasn't very long. Despite the high casualties of the attack on Eriadu, they weren't all in one place, and it wasn't like the entire city had been leveled. There were broken neighborhoods, destroyed buildings. But a lot of the city had still been standing when the attack was over.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Of course the military section she had not considered that it occurred to her that a memorial was needed on Alderaan for the Wars fought with the Sith. How many lives had been lost in the two attacks between the Republic and the Sith? A cemetery was a place of rest for certain, even could be for the honored dead but Faith wanted her people to know...what? That she could build a memorial for their loved ones?

No. She needed to do more, a fund a Alderaan Warriors Fund that would help the spouses and children of Alderaan's fallen heroes. All of them were heroes.

She for those few moments was lost in her own thoughts she leaned on Draco needing to claim his warmth for her own, not that she was cold. She needed a reminded of life that he was still here with her, this place made her sad.

At that moment she felt the flutter of a kick a reminder HERE MOM HERE. Yes they were there, she smiled even as the tears welled up shining in her eyes.

The roads inside the cemetery twisted in different directions, and crossed one another, if it weren't for tiny directions surely they would have been lost in the most for hours. Faith put her hand down where one of the twins kept pushing with their foot, she was rubbing the top of her stomach. Her time was coming the twins were head down and vying for space.

Faith inhaled and exhaled softly as she tried to calm herself and the children down.

How would Faith feel if she were preparing to visit Theo's grave? Devastated. She reached for Draco's hand and squeezed. He had to know she understood.
The next little sign pointed to the left there the flag of Eriadu flew forever at half staff, below it an eternal flame. A single monument that talked about the heroism of those that faced the First Order. The speeder stopped in front of the little path that lead to the flag pole. This place so different from the others.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco smiled faintly as Faith struggled to keep the twins in check, realizing that once they were born it would take both of them to keep any semblance of order or law in their household present. Already they sought attention, kicked, punched, and squirmed. It was only a matter of time before they were crawling and climbing everything in sight. He made a mental note to check to see if he had any weapons lying around the house and get into the habit of keeping them out of reach and out of sight before the children were born. It wasn't like he left assault rifles lying on the kitchen table, just that he might have a knife or pistol sitting around in a drawer or cabinet.

The speeder stopped a few steps from the long wall of names. Luckily, they were arranged alphabetically otherwise, Draco would have had to check every V surname in every unit until he found her. Instead the names were listed alphabetically, with ranks displayed beside them. Some had little symbols of posthumously awarded medals they had earned or been awarded. In war, medals weren't for the soldier, but for the family. A token given to a soldier's family to show that their sacrifice had been noticed, appreciated, and recognized. Little buttons sat beside each name to be pressed and activated.

There were not hundreds of thousands of names for this memorial wall, but there were many. Draco helped Faith walk, holding on to her like he needed her to stay upright. "Here's her name." He pointed, low on the wall, 'Capt. Vereen, Laira. KIA.' with a little commendation symbol beside it.

Draco clicked the button, his face expressionless for the moment. The first image that displayed was an image of her in her flight suit, smiling. Almost Draco's height, grey eyes, dark brown hair in a pony tail. Next an image of her in her dress blues, again, always smiling. The third image showed her with a man about her age also in a flight suit. They seemed to be involved, especially because the moving image showed them kiss, and Draco remembered she had mentioned being involved with one of her fellow pilots from her letters. That might take some research to find out who he was.

The next image however was one of Draco and Laira standing together in uniform, her black flight suit, his grey combat jumpsuit,smiling and laughing. Then the final image of her standing with his parents, holding a picture of him. The date read his birthday, two years after he had been stranded in Kessel with no outside contact. They were all smiling and laughing, celebrating after having been separated for years not knowing whether he was alive or dead out in the galaxy, only that he had cut off contact. And there they were, posing together for a picture on his birthday holding his picture.

Little streaks of tears slipped from his eyes as he stood watching the images cycle through.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith had never seen Draco give in to his emotions like this, always the harder rock the one that did not break she knew then just how much he missed his family and regretted not going home to see them when he could.

The words for a diplomat who specialized in words she wasn't sure what to say to him except to keep hold of his hand and stay close to him as they stood and watched the pictures begin to cycle through for the second time. The images that invoked the most emotion were the ones of Draco with his sister and the ones of them all together as a family even if he was only there in a picture.

She looked at them all together she could see the pride in Draco's mother and father's eyes standing there with their children. They clearly missed him. The eyes though told everything, as happy as they were, they held back a great sadness she imagined it was because he wasn't there.

"They loved you very much. " He had been young and made mistakes everyone made them. "you ok my love?" Sometimes the simplest of words were all that were needed even as she held onto his hand as she lovingly looked up into those beautiful eyes who now only looked sad and hurt.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He said, wiping his eyes quietly. He touched the little name plaque and sighed. "I'm sorry, Laira." The worst was that when it happened he had grumbled, but he had been so dark and so lost that he hadn't done anything about it. He had just buried the sadness and moved on with his life until he met Faith. That was when it all started to come back to him, his humanity was what it really was that she brought back from the depths. He had escaped Kessel during the Netherworld Crisis, and then he had never written Laira again. He stayed away, used a few contacts from his mercenary days to get back to his feet, but he avoided Eriadu like it haunted him. And now, in a way, it really did.

"I've adopted a culture that embraces death as an inevitability, something to be revered and something to look forward to. Even when our vode pass we don't always mourn them like normal people. We often raise a glass to their name and cheer their accomplishments. Some we cry for as they died too young or their lives were wasted, but not always." The Mandalorians, being warlike had always had a positive outlook on death, believing that when they died they were rejoined to the Oversoul and all their other loved ones. Some even believed that was where the Force flowed, or that the Force gave those sensitive to it a higher connection to the Oversoul.

"I just, You don't know what you've got until its gone, ya know." Draco hugged her close, holding her against his chest, feeling the beat of her hear and the heat of her breath against his skin. "I miss them, I know that they were good people, I know that they loved me, but I also know that they won't be waiting for me in the Manda when I pass. You'll join me, our children will when they join us. But not them." That is what hurt him the most. That as much as he missed them, there was no rejoining or anything with them. They were just gone.

"I'll have to have someone find out who that man is. The one that's with her in one of those pictures." And say something. He didn't know what he would say if the man was still alive, whether he would blame that man for not saving her, or just be glad she had someone she cared about that was with her before she died. Draco held Faith for a moment longer, kissing her forehead affectionately and hugging her tightly. "We can go. I want to go eat lunch on that lake I told you about if you are up to it."

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith heard the regret in Draco's voice, the worst part of all this there was no way to make it up, no going back. That was the harsh reality of this visit, death in most cases except for [member="Darth Carnifex"] was a one way no coming back to it.

He didn't believe that they would be waiting on the other side, "Who is to say that the Mandalorians have it right? Why isn't it possible that the afterlife is for everyone, not just this small part for the mandalorians. Isn't the galaxy a bit too big with too many beliefs and cultures to think that only the Mandalorians will be in the Manda?" She breathed in she could smell the soap he used this morning, it hinted of spices, and sea salt.

She didn't hold to a belief that said her family mandalorian and non mandalorian wouldn't be with her in the after life. She believed in an afterlife, and that everyone would be there. Why would those you love be denied to you simply because they did not believe quite the same thing?

She half smiled as she hugged him tightly, offering him the comfort she could.

"Let's go to the lake, you know how much I love being near the water." Water in her mind was rejuvenating, refreshing, and always created a memory that could not be forgotten easily.

Plus her back was still hurting, the closer the time came the more uncomfortable carrying twins became.



[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco cocked an eyebrow up at her when she spoke. "Its not that there is no afterlife for them, its that we will join the Oversoul, and they won't. Only those who truly live the ideals of the Resol'nare join the Oversoul in death." It was a simple explanation, but then again, beyond the language and the place of their birth, his family was an honorable group who held family high in value, and had a history of breeding fighters. "But, I suppose we won't know for sure until we eventually pass, many years from now." Many, many years from now. Draco was a dreamer, and he wanted to help raise his grandchildren before he passed on. With modern technology, his health, and her heritage, it was entirely possible they would live for many years to come.

Draco opened the door for her and told the driver where to take them, giving him the coordinates for the speeder to travel so that the couple could relax on the shore of a lake. His mind rested on his regrets, how he had failed in life. He was still sad, his heart still hurt, but there was little he could do to change things. It was possible for him to go to their home and travel back to view them in the past, but he had always felt Flow-walking to be unnatural, something that shouldn't be done for short pleasures, only necessity.

"I do. Plus I can rub you back when we get settled." He planned to sit out there alone, wait for the driver to fetch them something to eat and then sit out until they were both tired and ready to spend the night somewhere. It was a place with many fond memories, and this day needed to remember and create fond memories like no other.

The door closed behind him and the speeder started its journey towards the lake while Draco clung to Faith tightly, as though if he released her would sink beneath the earth. That he was held tightly in return was a comfort.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith nodded agreeing the speeder moved along all while Faith snuggled closely to Draco. "I admit i am hungry again." She looked out passed Draco's shoulder whether this visit would put to rest the night mares remained to be seen She didnt expect him to sleep through the night immediately but maybe by next month.

Faith let her fingers lightly play along the back of Dracos hand, "So this back rub whats a girl got to do for it?" She was a bit selfish yes she craved Draco and his attention. But not at a huge cost only his time.

She smiled, "I think if you can find this man with Laira that it will help to know how things were with her and the family then lets make an inquiry with the Eriadu Veterans Association. " She brought his hand to her lips, "Drahr Im hungry"

She was. She wanted him to encourage the driver to go faster,

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Yes love." He whispered quietly, holding her close to him. "Driver, you call in an order somewhere for it to be delivered to us at the lake. And could we be at the lake before it arrives." It was a subtle sarcastic taunt, encouraging the driver to go a little faster to appease Faith while the couple cuddled together in the back seat comfortably. The divider raised and the speeder pulled just a little bit faster through traffic and out onto some rural pathways.

"Well, there are a couple ways." Draco said with a roguish grin. "Come sit in my lap so I can reach your back with both hands." He said, shifting around some so that there was space for her to sit in front of him before he patted his legs gesturing for her to come to him. "You can pay for it by wiggling a little." She was intoxicating, drawing him in. Her scent, some flowery perfume that tickled his nose; her appearance, even pregnant she could turn heads. But mostly it was her closeness, her trust in him and their comfort together than drew them to each other. He longed for her to lay her head against his chest and sleep easy, wrapped in his arms. He longed to feel her against him even when they held each other.

"I think so, we will make a call once we get settled in for the night, but for now I want to focus on you like you have focused on me so much today. What is it you need from me. What do you want me to do for you, do to you at the lake?" Draco's voice was a low purr, his breath against the skin of her shoulders as his hands caressed her shoulder blades and her spine softly, gently pressing against her flesh with his thumbs.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith did not need to be invited twice she slipped over to sit on Draco's lap. She missed their spontaneity their long lingering morning in bed wrapped tightly around each other until their passions reduced to the glow of warm candles.

She wiggled ever so slightly, reaching for his hands to place them on her hips, oh that time in the lake house. how they poured themselves into each other until so drained they had to stop to find water.

"Now what do i want you to do, i want you to press your lips to mine and tell me why you love me, then take me in your arms and breath a little fire on me. "She wiggled again, "can you do that Drahr? "

Faith turned slightly her hair falling half across her face hiding her eyes as she pressed her lips together to blow him a kiss.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco wrapped his hands around her hips, holding her back against his chest as she guided his hands and wiggled her hips ever so slightly. She was trying to get a rise out of him, and was for the most part succeeding very easily. The Mandalorian pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her, then again against her jawline, then again on her cheek. "Hmm, why I love you? That is an easy request, and a difficult request. It is so hard to say why and not get too wordy."

The mandalorian took a breath and rubbed his chin against the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. "I love you because of the way you make me feel. You make me wish to hang up my boots and my sword for the rest of my days, and I had never wanted that before. You make me comfortable with that change in myself, you make me comfortable wherever we go, I feel I am at peace with you near me. I am willing to die for you, but you make me fear death for it would mean time away from you. I love your voice, how it drips from your tongue like honey, and your eyes how they shine like golden coins when you look at me. I love your hair, how it cascades down your head and brushes against my skin in the morning, how silky smooth it is. I love how beautiful you are on the inside is perfectly, flawlessly reflected on the outside." He pinched her backside softly. "I like that." He whispered into her ear with a devilish grin and a mischeivious tone to his voice for only a moment. "I love you with all that I am, because you love me for all that I am."

It was poetic, but that was what he was going for after all. All true, even if some of the little things he loved he didn't mention in list format. He kissed the edges of her lips softly and she wiggled in his lap again. "And I love that you and I breathe fire into each other." His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, taking hold of her hips in his hands, holding her against his chest and in his lap. "You are sure you don't want to wait to get to the lake?" He asked quietly, internally fine with waiting a few more minutes or not, though it may have felt to her that he couldn't.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

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"All those reasons, makes me seem so...superficial i just want your body." She delivered it deadpan but couldn't help but smile he would know she was teasing him. She could hold out, they had before and if he thought about it did he really want to expose her and himself there in the backseat of a speeder? Not when they had the availability of privacy, scenery and the comfort of one another just a few more blocks away.

She turned her head a drowsy look upon her face not one of true tiredness but one that said we need a little fire but not here. "I don't like sharing you with others" She meant not with the driver. They would wait.

She leaned over and nuzzled his chin, "I love that you snore like an old bear and with one gentle push turn into Blu. I love your eyes how they reflect everything you feel at the moment you feel it, I love that you give everything you have to make sure we have everything we need, I love that even when you are down you still fight like you just got on the field, I love that whether its the first time you've reached for me or 100th time that it still feels like the first time. I love that you're always there when I need you the most even if you're in the middle of a battle you answer my call and make me feel like I'm the only one who matters. We are going to have to die together cause I can't imagine an existence without you. You're going to be a phenomenal father our kids are so lucky to have you. My life isn't complete with you Draco."

She smiled and then pressed his lips gently to his, she loved him so much she felt her heart would break from being too full at times. She wanted to hold him forever and protect him from all the pains and hurt that the galaxy would throw at him but she couldn't, all she could do was offer him a refuge that accepted him for who and what he was and love him with everything she had.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Superficial?" Draco said with mock hurt. He knew she was playing with him some, but she was beautiful. He had tried to put emphasis on how well she made him feel emotionally because as beautiful as her body was, she was equally beautiful with her personality. She was still in his lap, and he was still noticeably excited to have her there, pouring affection on each other and spilling beautiful words to their beloved.

Draco eased into her warm kiss, feeling her love radiate throughout her body and into his as she held him close and showed her affections for him. "Alright, less superficial. I love that you can teach me things I know nothing about, that we complete each other, in spirit as much as with our skills and love for each other." The speeder pulled down a long rural road with trees on either side. They were only a moment away now, and if they looked they could see some glistening, mirror sheen water through the trees. "I love that when we are together, no matter where we are I feel at home, I love that when you message me, I want to message you back as quickly as I can even if I am in battle. And I love that you are so warm and cuddly, in spirit with your affections, in mind with your kindness, and in body." He grinned at her. "And its not superficial, its because its your body."

The speeder slowed to a stop at a small clearing that went all the way out to the water, a little cove with an open grassy field. It appeared as though this place may have been a regular summer hot-spot before the attack on Eriadu, but had since become much less frequently used. Draco opened the door for Faith, "Driver, you can pull away a little bit. Honk when our food arrives. After you love."

[member="Faith Organa"]