Private Spill The Tea (But Not On Me!)

[Azurine Varek]

Fire, Meet Ice

Outfit: Clothing | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine blinked rapidly, her thoughts scrambling to keep pace with the whirlwind of thoughts spiraling inside her. She stared at Aadihr, her mind snagging on his words. First date? Had she misread the entire thing? She immediately went to brush it off as clearly friendly banter, "What, do I have to buy you dinner first?" She teased, though her aura still carried hints of her confusion.

She didn't know what she was expecting when it came to the rest of Aadihr's story, but her eyes flew wide, and she just stared at him in utter shock for a few seconds. Then, she started laughing. Laughing so hard that her chest hurt and she had a hard time taking in air. She had to brace herself against the table in order to keep herself from falling over. The energy from it was practically contagious, a warm ray of sunshine in the darkness. "It's a good thing I can see color, then. Good to know!"

For a moment after, Azzie's laughter quickly died out, and she was silent, her usually sharp tongue caught off guard by the vulnerability in Aadihr's voice. Her fiery nature wanted to tease him about his dramatic exit to relieve some of her own thoughts—or lack thereof—but she couldn't think of anything good in that moment. Especially since his words stirred a quick pang of doubt deep within her.

He wanted to leave? Already?

Her fingers brushed absentmindedly over the table as she considered, her mind swirling with questions she couldn’t ask outright. She knew the sting of pride clashing with the need to ask for help. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table and dropping her voice to match his quiet words.

"I can talk to Master Valery about it. It's no problem. Until then, I've kind of had an area to myself since I was a last-minute addition, and there are at least three other beds there. If that's okay? I doubt it'll take too long to deal with, though. Hell, it could very well be squared away before the sun sets. You're one of us, right? There's no reason for you to be alone out here."

Despite every part of her mind screaming at her that it was a bad idea, Azzie moved forward to wrap him in a quick—but tight—hug. She just hoped the action wouldn't add anymore discomfort to him. "The way I see it, you should let someone stand by your side. It doesn't have to be me if you don't want it to be. Just someone." Her voice trailed off, her gaze falling to the table once again.

"But, uh... before you get too far ahead with plans to disappear on me, do you mind if I ask something? Do—" Hesitating before she could find the courage to ask if he wanted to stick around to find something else to do or not. Eventually, her own doubt won out. He didn't seem like he was comfortable right now. Instead, she flipped it into something more positive to change the subject while she stood, even if the sly grin didn't quite meet her eyes, "Do you like purple? Because my eyes are purple."

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr smiled. "Purple, huh?" He turned his head in feigned casual posture. "Convenient. Purple is my favorite color."

Aadihr's mind was blissfully empty, feeling the moment, watching her aura react to his words. Whatever color that was - whatever hue that she gave off - that was what purple would mean to him. He memorized the waves coming off her signature, imagining her eyes with such a hue.

He lost track of time gazing at her aura. It wasn't until her emotions shifted to confusion and concern that Aadihr realized he'd been standing completely motionless and silent. At least he had no eyes to betray what that we was staring.

Unsure of how to break the tension he remained frozen still. It was a little too long to play off as a joke. She probably thought he needed medical help. He probably did, he couldn't wipe the dumb smile off his face. The realization he had been smiling the whole time made it worse. Why did he have to say something so cool and then I'mmediately freeze up.

He clicked his tongue, pointed finger guns at Azzie, and said "Purple".

He now wanted to crawl in a hole and perish. There was no recovering from that.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Fire, Meet Ice

Outfit: Clothing | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

"Convenient. Purple is my favorite color."

Azurine stared at him for a quick moment, a soft and surprised expression plastered onto her face. She couldn't deny the fluttering feeling of flattery combined with confusion and nervousness. A warmth pushed through her soul as she focused on the patterns of his aura. He wasn't screwing with her, that was for sure. His emotional patterns were much too sincere and held a gentle fondness that made her heart jump before she could think to stop it. "Well, thank you. I would say the same, but I don't think it would have the same effect." She joked, hoping it would land as well as it had in her head.

Her lips twitched as she fought against the grin threatening to break free. For a long moment that seemed to only feel like mere seconds, she simply stared at him, arms crossed and head tilted like she was trying to decode some unfathomable mystery. Aadihr’s silence stretched just a moment too long, the warmth of his earlier words lingering like a touch she couldn’t shake. She wasn’t sure what tugged at her more—the dumb grin plastered on his face or the strange pull in her chest that made her want to return it.

“I swear, if you’ve managed to fry your brain somehow, then we're both up a hyperspace lane without an engine because the most healing I can do is basic first aid and minor stabilization,” she quipped, hoping the sarcasm and playfulness would help diminish some of the patterns of embarrassment she noticed in his aura. A mischievous grin quickly pulled itself across her face, a lightbulb going off in her mind. "It's a shame, though. I can't just let you head out alone like that. I guess that just means you'll have to take me with you."

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"Frankly, I'm offended you thought I would leave a defenceless Padawan alone on the streets of Coruscant." Aadihr said, feigning indignation. "My brain may be a little fried yet, I've been here all morning and haven't had anything to eat. What do Zabrak eat? The flesh of their foes?" Aadihr stood, waiting for Azzie to step out of the booth first.

"Or are you more of a clear-noodle type?"
Aadihr walked beside Azzie, letting her lead. He wasn't familiar with Coruscant and relied on her for navigation.

"Hold on a second-" Aadihr stopped Azzie in the middle of the walkway beside him.

He let a few seconds pass.

"There we go, I've now 'let someone stand by my side'. I'll see if it has life altering effects" Aadihr joked, mimicking an elder halfway through.

"Seriously though... Uh... Should we head back to the temple for food or do you happens to have any credits?"

Azurine Varek​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Fire, Meet Ice

Outfit: Clothing | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine rolled her eyes, her lips quirking into a smirk as she stepped out of the booth. "Flesh of our foes? Please. That's a rookie move. If we relied on that lot for sustenance, we'd have starved centuries ago. Besides, Imps probably taste like xenophobia and oppression, anyway. Bad for the skin." She glanced over her shoulder at Aadihr, a spark of mischief in her amethyst eyes.

She led the way through the bustling crowd, her steps purposeful yet loose, as if the chaos were a second home to her. When Aadihr halted her mid-stride, she turned, folding her arms with an exaggerated sigh. "Did your mind finally catch up with your mouth, or—?"

Her sharp retort cut short as Aadihr made his 'standing side by side' gesture, and Azzie couldn't help the snort that escaped her. She tilted her head, pretending to consider. "Life-altering effects? Maybe not. But I think I just lost three brain cells watching that."

Her teasing softened as she noticed his expression shift to something more earnest. She reached out to grab one of his hands to rest it on her arm instead. She noticed he would use his staff like a walking stick, so she assumed that maybe his way of seeing the world could be overwhelming, so if she could be used as a way to turn it off for a little while, then she had no problem with that. What were friends for, right? "First rule of navigating Coruscant: never take it too seriously. Second rule? Always eat before you start cracking bad jokes." She grinned up at him, "Don't worry, I've got credits. Don't ask me where I got them, though—you're better off with plausible deniability."

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"Flesh of our foes? Please. That's a rookie move. If we relied on that lot for sustenance, we'd have starved centuries ago. Besides, Imps probably taste like xenophobia and oppression, anyway. Bad for the skin."

"You didn't deny it though" Aadihr goaded back at Azzie, chuckling slightly despite the disturbing mental image of Azzie eating a roast storm trooper from a piece of armor like an Ewok.

Azzie then laughed off his joke, easing the lingering tension from the earnest conversation back in the cafe. Aadihr was only partly surprised when she grabbed his hand. Her aura flashed purple a moment as she had thought then committed to the action. Aadihr let himself be led by the arm. He hid a sly smile. He could see the ripples in Azzie's aura practically advertise the fact that she was rationalizing away a crush. Aadihr didn't mind, he found himself fond of Azurine as well, but he had seen how fragile she had been when he pulled back. He wanted to ensure she felt comfortable in the fact that he was a friend first and foremost.

He would still tease her. In fact, Aadihr resolved to tease her about it as much as possible so she can confront her feelings one way or another and move out of her emotional limbo. He'd been through this song and dance before and didn't want her to feel his friendship was at stake with her feelings, he was long past the age of lashing out at rejection.

"First rule of navigating Coruscant: never take it too seriously. Second rule? Always eat before you start cracking bad jokes." She grinned up at him, "Don't worry, I've got credits. Don't ask me where I got them, though—you're better off with plausible deniability."

"Wait, no you can't just say plausible deniability, did you steal them? Azzie what in the stars-"

Azurine Varek​