Muddy Waters

[Kuzo]

She waited for an attack that never came.

The Slave was long gone by the time she and the two technobeasts came stalking out of the lab. The followed at her heels like giant housecats, one vaguely disappointed it had not gotten to pounce and the other relieved to be out of the observation room. After all, creatures such as they could not live for long, comfortably without the Force. And the yslamiri elevated in the space above the ceiling there, for potential force sensitive guests of the doctors had made that wait painful for the beast. But it had obeyed, and now she could feel its pain and respite purr through the back of her mind. It was easier, these days, to connect to Krait, Jai's beast and she suspected she knew why.

She could feel that the building was empty, and yet she did not fully trust it. Not until she saw it for herself.

Irajah picked her way through the destruction of her office, a small frown on her face. Golden eyes bled slowly back to hazel as she bent down, picking up her chair and righting it absently. As if such a small action could put a dent in the devastation he had left behind.

It could be repaired. It was just credits. Just things.

Kresh, the nexu technobeast pushed his great shaggy head against her hip and she stroked between his ears absently.

She stood there for a long time, silent and thoughtful.

She might never fully understand just what had happened here. But she knew one thing.

A man she had loved, once upon a time, had come here to kill her tonight. In truth, that was all that really mattered. Everything else was details she could work out later. Or perhaps not at all. In truth, she wasn't entirely certain if she cared. With a shake of her head, she sent a pulse along the connection she shared with [member="Jairus Starvald"]. Letting him know that she was safe.

And that she wanted him to come home.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Irajah Ven"]

There was a subtle balance that existed between the two of them.

They knew themselves, their limits, boundaries, but the more time passed the less those boundaries seemed to matter to them. Jairus knew, knew without a doubt, that if she had tried to do what she had at the beginning of her relationship (or if anyone else had attempted it) that there would be fury and anger at the intrusion. Instead Jai had given gladly, plenty and did not care that it had interrupted a... strenuous form of activity he had been in the middle of.

Even with the whispers of love shared between them the Sith had been surprised by his own reaction.

More and more Jai was shedding parts of his former persona, molding himself into something... new. The pulse, then, when it came was welcome. He bounced it back without much effort, sending an acceptance of her desire and echoing his own. Tonight had been strange for him, but there was curiosity to see what she had to share herself. Perhaps in a previous life Jairus might have tried to see through her eyes as it happened, perhaps help and meddle in his own way. But he hadn't- respecting that Raja got this and didn't need him to interfere in business that was squarely hers. As the Sith Lord approached, leaving whatever place he had been behind, another pulse was send.

A purring one, expressing concern while solidifying confidence that she had triumphed over whatever obstacle had laid before her.