Ships In The Night

[Miss Blonde]

This wasn't an awkward situation for Blonde in the slightest bit. She was from Zeltros and for a planet like that this sort of encounter was as common as saying hello. Maybe Abyss hadn't had a lot of lovers in his life, but being completely honest Blonde was kind of a free spirited girl in her youth. And by free spirited she really meant ho. She lost count of how many people she had slept with whether it was for seducing for information, or just because she enjoyed sex. It was safe to say Blonde was a high end luxury car with a lot of mileage on it. But it only made her better in bed, which Abyss could probably feel right about now.

Her suspicions were however confirmed at Abyss' small joke about her meetings. It was cute, he was cute. A big powerful Dark Lord of the Sith was reduced to a young man on prom night trying to find words to say to the woman he just slept with. Blonde held that power over men, they could be a king or a servant and her ways were enough to turn them into that awkward laced individual. So she let out a humor filled chuckle as she looked over to Abyss with her gas mask's lenses shaded a soft pink.

"You're cute." She said as she adjusted herself in bed.

Her old agent training kicked in and she arched her back in a stretch that revealed her less aggressive side. What was once a flurry of passion and aggressive intercourse was now a smooth and suave seductress that was there to get what she wanted. She knew her eyes were on him, she enjoyed it even. Being appreciated for her beauty, it was refreshing from being feared. So that only fueled her going through with her little act. She would adjust herself from her little stretch and push her way slowly towards him, her hands would fall softly on his chest and she'd curl up next to him with her legs pushing up against his be it cybernetic or organic. Her blanket concealed bare chest would be pleasantly pushed against his side and she would lay there with him.

"You aren't half bad in bed. But I think your bedroom talk could use a little work." Her hands would continue to creep up his chest and she'd continue to speak.

"Get closer to me, say words that will make me yours, or at the very least leave a lasting impression. Tell me that I was the best you've ever had." The seductress whispered to him softly.

She was a pro.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Cute. No one, absolutely no one had ever called him cute since he had been a child, not even the handful woman he had been intimate with. That was possibly because there wasn't much about Abyss that could be considered as cute. More commonly used adjectives were scary, dangerous or crazy, and actually it was easier for him to accept them than the word cute. In his line of work it was dangerous to be soft no matter where and when. Normally he would've been disgusted, maybe even scared about the fact how weak she made him feel, but at least he could convince himself that it was something that was going both ways, even if he couldn't fully shake of the feeling that she was playing him to some degree.

As she curled up besides him he lifted his arm and slowly let it rest on her, carefully petting her shoulder. A few months earlier this whole thing would've pushed him into a small existential crisis questioning all he believed in, but his dedication to his code was strong enough to overshadow even the warm feeling of being close to another person. While he was ready to let go for a bit, and just enjoy what he had, he wouldn't allow it to turn him into just another man that was bewitched by a beautiful woman.

She made him feel weak, but that wasn't the only thing he felt. Anger and hate were useful to empower that dark side in a fight, but the only true fuel for it was simple, raw passion. And he certainly felt passion right now, and it was growing every time he allowed his eyes to wander over her.

"Words are just words. Look into my eyes."

He moved his head so she could see the yellow glow that was strong enough to pierce through absolut darkness, that rested behind his mask. Constant use of the darkside had made them stay that color, but only when he truly felt the power of passion within himself they had had a glow in them, only then they allowed to peak into his inside and see the fire that was more than just metaphorical. It would tell her two things at once: That he wanted her, but also that he wasn't someone to mess with. He knew that she had an understanding of the force, so he had no doubt that she was aware what it meant when the eyes of a sith lord became twin suns encased in a human face.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Maybe she was playing him to an extent. Not for information or anything of the sort, but because she enjoyed it. Though if she really wanted to see what was under that mask she could. They were lying in a pool of DNA, all she'd need to do was find some hair, a bit of blood or skin from the deep scratch marks he had on his back. Courtesy of Blonde of course. Then plop that in a cloning tank set for speed growth, she'd get a perfect clone. Run the face in a intergalactic data base and she'd figure out who he was or at least have a strong lead as to who he was. While most people thought two steps ahead blonde was four, and she could formulate contingencies for pretty much anything.

But before she could go through with any of that she was gazing into his eyes from behind her visor. The mask highlighted him on her HUD and she could see galaxies in his eyes. They were gorgeous in their own way, a light in the howling dark that drew people in before snuffing them out. Like that of an angler fish only with so much more depth and emotion behind them. They reminded her of a previous thought, that sometimes the puzzle was more beautiful when it was left unsolved. Sometimes you just needed to accept the mystery and stop trying to solve it, just love it for what it was.

"That's better." She purred softly to Abyss and gripped on to him tight.

"Now you're making me want you." Blonde let out a small sexy scoff before her eyes would shift to the deep passionate pink.

With that in mind, the small crime lord tap the top of her mask's forehead against Abyss' wooden mask and she'd smile, and she was pretty sure the man could feel it. Here in this room it was like time was standing still. Despite it being early in the morning, Blonde was happy to have this sort of passion in her life again. It'd be nice if she didn't have to wear the mask, but that was a necessity.

"And here I was going to write you off as a one night stand." Her hand would brush up against Abyss' mask and she'd do something rather different.

Her mask's lights would go off and the lenses would become translucent. He'd be a my to see her eyes and man were they something. Not as bright or yellow as his, but her big natural angelic blue eyes met his and it locked them in a moment of passion and stillness.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss remained as still as she was, now against his prior thought bewitched by her, and lost in the color of her eyes, a cyan not unlike the ocean when it meet the beach on a sunny day. It wasn't simply her eyes, but what they meant. She made a great mystery out of her identity, not for some petty mindgame but because it was a absolute necessity in her position. Allowing even a peak behind that mask of her was a sign of trust, one he hadn't really anticipated, exactly like her comment that he wasn't listed as one night stand anymore.

He had nothing to say, it was one of the rare occasions of his life where he was fully contend with just being silent, observing and enjoying the moment. From a logical perspective this was clearly a mistake, but one he wanted to make, and one for which he was ready to pay the price when them would come. The thing that bugged him far more was the fact that, as soon as they would leave the room they would no longer be two lonely souls that shared a almost magical night together, but Darth Abyss, a soulless sith lord known as the mindeater, and [member="Miss Blonde"], ruthless leader of the black tie syndicate. Whatever they had right now, would fade, buried away under the pressure of their lives. There was still some time left until the sun would rise, but time was the one thing that neither of them had control over.

"I never fully grasped how to use the force to see what waits ahead of me, but right now I wish I could know if there is a future waiting for us."

It wasn't the most romantic thing one could say in this situation, but it was honest. And honesty never had been his strong point, as lies and deception had always been his weapons of choice for most of life. Twisting the truth had served him well, but for once he didn't felt the need to obscure his thoughts and intentions behind several layers of cryptically words, a rare freedom he hadn't claimed for himself since had been named Darth by his master. His master. He couldn't even imagine what she would do to him if she ever learned what he was doing right now.

 

[Miss Blonde]

That cut Blonde. His words. Wishing that he could see a future where they were together, it was a nice thought. But that's all it was and would ever be at the end of the day. A nice thought. She was a crime lord, she had a business to run, she was a mother, and the thought of being a wife or even belonging to someone again was miles beyond her. She just wasn't the type of person to bring a Sith Lord back home to say hello to the kids, and well that was another thing. Abyss was Abyss. He had his ambitions, goals, plans, whatever was his endgame it more than likely didn't have Blonde in it. All they would ever be were ships passing in the night, they might return to one another every so often, but each had their voyage, and each knew that their collective relationship would be a passionate nights, business meetings, and bloodshed.

So after his words sank and that realization of reality was set in her head, she looked up to him and smiled from beneath the mask. Her star filled eyes gazed at his and she let out a sad little sigh afterwards. She would then adjust herself and sit up next to Abyss with her back to the frame of the bed and her hand pulling the large blanket to cover her chest. Her free palm covered the forehead plate of the mask and she spoke very softly.

"That's a beautiful lie, isn't it?" Abyss would know what she meant by that.

Not that he was a liar, indeed he was quite truthful with her. But that fantasy, the idea of a future between the two of them, that was the lie. Blonde let out a little chuckle and while she echoed many of the feelings Abyss felt, reality would always crush down on them. So for now, all she could do was hold his hand and wait for the sun to come up.

"You're still cute." Blonde thumbed the back of his hand gently and then sadly interlocked fingers with him.

The sun would rise soon, and when it did they'd have to put their faces back on.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss simply nodded. It was as beautiful as it was a lie, a fantasy he could get lost in forever, but still only fantasy. In another live it might would've become reality, but they only had this one live, and they both had gone to far on their path to just throw everything away for a uncertain chance of a fulfilling relationship. Like her he let out something that combined the sounds of a chuckle and sight.

"Being called cute is the only thing I will not miss about tonight."

This time he wasn't honest. While he didn't felt like the word was fitting, it felt good to be human enough to be "cute" in the eyes of someone. The only comfort he had was that, as soon as he would once again rise as Darth Abyss, he had many things to do that would numb his feelings. He didn't enjoyed violence, but a chance to overexert his power in a battle or in a sparring session would flush out his humanity, until their paths would cross again. He had managed to erase at least half of the memories of his path before Abyss stepped out of the shadows, and he could do the same with that of tonight. Again the logical part of his brain informed him that this would be the right decision, but a very faint part of his mind knew that he wouldn't.

When their hands locked he felt something in his chest. Some people would called melancholy, but to Abyss it was a reminder that after all he was still painfully human. Other than some sith he didn't wore a made up persona every day, but he had hidden away many parts of himself, the only way he had to avoid showing weakness and yet [member="Miss Blonde"] had managed to reveal most of them in one night.

"I know some sith lords that could help us to stop the sun from rising."

Again he left out a sad chuckle, looking at her with his eyes that still had a glow in the. Sadness that had become passion, a rather strange feeling he hadn't felt since the day his father died.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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"I'd like that." Blonde said with that same sad chuckle.

Laying in bed with Abyss and holding his hand, the woman looked out at the window and could see the beginning of the sun rise. Behind the buildings of the skyline it began to creep upwards towards the sky. While darkness still shrouded the night, Miss Blonde knew that everything was coming to an end. She'd go back to the endless grind of robbery and death, and he'd return to the darkness. It was their sad truth and reality, but right now that didn't have to be the case. Right now there was still time before the sun came up. And if there was time, then there was a chance to finish things off with a bang.

"Damn my teenaged heart." Blonde said as she turned her head over to Abyss.

"Don't fight this. Trust me." She asked of him in the most gentle tone she could muster.

Her eyes would lock on the man and she'd let go of his hand. With her hands now free Miss Blonde would take one and cover Abyss' eyes from atop the wooden mask. After he was blinded by her hand, he'd hear the sound of tubes snapping and hissing as pressure rushed out of them. Afterwards there was a rustling noise followed by the feeling of something heavy hitting the mattress.

"Keep them closed now. No peeking." That was it. That was her voice, her natural voice that sounded completely different without the robotic pitch change and vocalizer compressing it.

The next feeling Abyss would get would be a powerful one. A set of soft pink lips would press against his. It wasn't a drunken sloppy inter coitus kiss, but one of real attraction and care. It held for a few moments, almost an eternity as the sun continued to rise. One long and passionate kiss that was sealed with a few smaller pecks before lips eventually parted ways. When it was all said and done the woman spoke one last time to him as Patricia.

"No matter what happens. We'll always have the night to dream." And just like that it was over.

When Blonde would eventually allow him to see she would have the mask strapped on her face, and the lights would be active with their strong yellow tint against the now risen sun. The dream was over now. It was time to get back to reality.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

As her mask feel, Abyss could feel the presence of her mind for the first time today. Inside of him was the strong urge to use the powers that made him notorious both in the eyes of his friends and of his enemies, learning everything that was to know about her with a simple command of his mind. But he resisted, she had allowed him more than one small peak under her mask, and he wouldn't taint this moment by pushing his mind into hers with force. Sometimes it was a curse that he had to consciously erase memories if he wanted to forget, but now that he heard her soft voice without the filters of the mask, felt her lips on his own, he was thankful that his mind was capable of such things, and even more thankful for his crown, a artifact forged to allow the wearer to relive memories vividly.

"We always have the night to dream..."

He repeated her words, like he hoped that simply repeating them could make this dream become reality. Obviously they could not and he had to brace himself, because reality wasn't even knocking anymore but had already kicked in the door.

"I hope that one day we will find time and place to share another dream. Thank you for tonight."

And that were the last words spoken by the man behind the mask, as Darth Abyss had returned to reclaim the control over his flesh prison. With the force he reached for his robe, and trousers, and began to dress himself. After a few moments the sith lord looked like himself again, like the last night hadn't happen. His face had returned to a stoic, emotionless grimace that revealed nothing about him, and his eyes had lost their glow. He turned to her, trying his best to keep his voice as calm and cold as his expression, but not fully succeeding in it.

"Now what?"

It was a simple question, but it very precisely captured what was going on in his mind.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was back and in control again and Patricia was taking a back seat. She too played the dressing game by walking into the refresher, washing up, and putting on a new suit. Once she was decked out with her new apparel Miss Blonde straightened her tie and looked over to the Sith. Now normally Miss Blonde would tell him to get the hell out, or give some kind of meaningful insult towards a Sith. She was never really their biggest fan, she worked with them out of necessity. But she couldn't find herself to insult him, because she had seen what was under that mask and that was someone that she kind of started to care about. So she simply let out an annoyed sigh and chuckle afterwards.

"I'd say breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day." Blonde said as she walked past the Sith Lord her dress shoes crunching against the broken glass that was scattered on the floor from the shattered vodka bottle.

It hurt in a way. Little reminders of a happy dream. A few untouched drinks on the bar, her old suit laying on the chair, small pieces of a fond memory. But she pushed that aside and pulled up her data logger. Activating it the woman would page her assistant.

"Waldo. Have the staff cook up some food. I'm feeling eggs and nerf steaks. With toast. Also be sure to have plenty of juice, I had quite the workout yesterday and need to rehydrate." Blonde gave a soft giggle at the last bit of information and would push it back down again.

"And be sure to get the quality stuff. None of that concentrate we serve to the peasants." A voice would respond to her and confirm her orders.

Today would be the start of a new dawn for both the syndicate and Abyss' organization. A semi trusted partnership between two powerful people. If they ever needed help all Abyss would need to do is call up Blonde and she'd assist. Maybe even just to get a little alone time with him afterwards. But for now appearances needed to be met. Blonde looked back at Abyss and sighed once more.

"Let's go, Sith. There's work to be done." And with her normal cold tone she would walk towards the door.

But before she left she would slap a small note down on the counter. If Abyss decided to pick it up and read it while she walked down the hall, it would be a list of Miss Blonde's schedule. Of course dates, locations, and anything pointing her to where she'd be was omitted, but what was there were nights where she was free to dream with him.

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If you want to make another post you're free to but I think after you post (if you want to) it's a good place to end it.

[member="Darth Abyss"]