Voluntary Pub Activities

[Haytham Kaze]

Haytham nodded. Haytham wasn't hat much of a drag, but he knew that she only loved it from a... 'Party' point of view. Was there another way to look at Zeltros? It was certainly a planet that produced a lot of income for the Galactic Republic, that much was certain. The planet was practically made out of casinos and clubs.

Did she really have a job? Or was she only saying that so she didn't seem so... Boring to him? He wasn't good at this sort of thing; determining people's inner motives and thoughts. Usually when he did it was because he had encountered a situation similar to that already, but this was one that he never had. Pubs, running through the six streets, and then sitting in a stranger's hotel room... Was this really Haytham Kaze? Was it the beautiful woman doing this to him? Or the small amounts of alcohol that he had consumed influenced him?

Training?

"Yeah. All over the place. I can run miles in only a few minutes, and that's without even using the Force. It may not look it, but my body is a well-oiled machine." The last part he had said more as a joke, but it was true for the most part. For the last six and half years of his life, he had been training as a Jedi. Although that was extremely late for force potential to be found, his own natural ability and retaining things immediately helped with the history and movements part. The rest history. Anyway, the clothes that he had been wearing were casual, but they were perhaps one or two sizes too big, just enough so that they concealed his actual physical form. The form a well-conditioned Jedi Guardian. The typical vanguard of the Jedi Order.

If she hadn't been sort of planning their demise before running through the speeder lanes, she probably would've noticed. He shrugged to himself. Maybe, he couldn't say as to what she was thinking.

Regular school? "What's regular school like, I mean, for people who don't do things like... I did." Was it rude to ask a question like that? 'Regular school,' the way he said may have sounded offensive. Sometimes when he spoke it was sudden outbursts that were taken as rudeness. Most of the time he didn't care, but here, he did.

"Oh, yeah, something like that." It wouldn't have been cool to say he was a Padawan Learner. Would she even know what a Padawan was? Didn't matter, it'd probably be best to just let her think what she wanted. "Why?"

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

“You know, I bet all the girls would be running after you if you didn’t wear clothes three sizes too big.” She winked, taking a sip of beer. Yeah, the flavour was pretty diluted and well, she didn’t enjoy it too much. It was good enough for a normal night like this. Heck, this stuff was practically water. At least Kaze didn’t make the face of disgust with beer. She set the glass down in front of her.

Kaze was pretty cute in that boyish kinda way. It helped that he was clueless to so many of life’s norms. She felt like she was one of those people mothers warned their kids about. Oh don’t do drugs, don’t drink alcohol, don’t talk to strangers. She rolled her eyes. Protecting your children was great and all, but if you really wanted it to work, then well, you should’ve probably educated them better on the dangers of the outside world. Drinking beer and hanging out was nothing.

“Regular school?” She raised an eyebrow, a small grin coming up her face. Right, so he really didn’t suspect everything despite her small display of force use. That was good. He’d probably try to take her on right there if she told him. Then again, they were in her room and she had all the control here. “Oh well, I guess it’s the same with less uh…whatever it is you do.” That was true. They were taught very different lessons. “I found it fun and easy, and it was a play where you really had to know how to get ahead.”

“I was curious.” She winked. So was he a Jedi Knight? In that case they would’ve been on par with each other. She liked this, it was…dangerous and delicious. “So I bet besides being fast and toned, you’re probably really strong and powerful.” Her fingers traced up his arm, giving his shoulder a light squeeze.

“That’s really cool. I wish I wielded that kind of power.”

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[Haytham Kaze]

Haytham shrugged. "It allows me to hide things." Not that he was this time. If he were actually on an undercover mission he would've taken to bringing his lightsabres, and whatever other equipment that would've been extremely important. Of course, he didn't. He was only going to a pub, and even if they could be violent sometimes... There was no need to reveal he was a Jedi.

In Haytham's childhood, he didn't really learn about staying away from weird strangers, and not to do drugs. It was more of a 'don't plan this there' and 'don't wander too far from home.' Now that he was older, it left an amused look on his face when he thought back on it, why it did that, he couldn't say but he simply sat there with a small smile on his face. The easy life of a farmer.

He nodded in regards to her first question. "Where'd you go to school, Algor?" The planet's significance left little to no impression on him, but he didn't let that show on his face. That could've been taken as rude. "It does sound like... Fun." He scratched the back of his head after he had placed his beer down.

"Well I guess, I never thought about it in such a way really. Strength just comes with the Force I guess." I'll be powerful soon, just you watch. Although it evaded his mind as to how she'd be able to watch him become strong, she wasn't even a Jedi! When her hand ever so slightly squeezed his shoulder, he didn't know how to react, but instead of just... Accepting it as he had before back when she had given him some partial hug. The hand that remained on the bed was placed lightly on her waist, as if he had done it hundreds of times before. He moved with confidence this time, so well that it seemed almost casual.

At least he was really trying now.

"Now, now, it's not that impressive." It really was. But it only added to his apparent mysteriousness. "I'm sure a lot of people could've had it, if they knew they had the potential." He left the fact that he suspected her to be a force sensitive open for question. Truth be told, he didn't really think her 'Jedi-Material.'

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

School in Algor? She would’ve ended up much more aggressive. The people in Algor were mostly smugglers and pirates, so they needed to know how to push to get what they wanted. That was the first step to her learning how to manipulate people around her. However, the key to most of her tricks came from learning them at the academy. She needed to know just how to play with people in order to get their favour. “Ryloth, actually. It’s quite out of the way, and most of my friends were Twi’leks.” Flirtatious, fun twi’leks, if she’d add to that.

“Oh trust me, it was fun.” Breaking noses, running around, murdering prisoners for play? Yup. All part of a Sith student’s basic syllabus. “I assume yours was fun as well?” She said, batting her eyes. Ew. Jedi school with their jedi teachings. Nope. Definitely staying far far away from there. Why did her dad want to join the republic anyways? Most of them were pretty gross.

“Strength lies with the force?” She thought about it for a second. “I don’t think so. Maybe it acts as an amplifier…but I believe…How passionate you are gives you the ability to be stronger.” Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk. You couldn’t get stronger if you didn’t want to be. It was a core belief in the Sith code, and though she took things lightly, she at least believed in that. “Are you passionate about anything, Kaze?’

His hand was placed lightly on her waist and she chuckled. So the boy does have some moves. Perhaps it was time to be just a little more aggressive. “Potential.” She moved closer towards him. No, there was no way she could be a jedi, and she had a feeling he knew it. “If I had the potential, I think I’d be a little too much for the order to handle.” She grinned, inching closer and closer towards him.

“Don’t you agree?”

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[Haytham Kaze]

That was the homeplanet of the twi'leks he was certain. He was certain it was a beautiful planet. From a young age he had been taught geography and things about plants and wildlife. Ryloth was one such planet that piqued his interest, not as a Jedi, but as a... Gardener awkwardly enough...

"It was a Jedi Temple." He said after she asked if it had been fun, as if it were an answer all for itself. He wondered what the Yavin IV Jedi Academies were like. He knew the Sword of the Jedi would want him to join her there and to learn from the multitude of Jedi, but he didn't particularly know if it would be... Fun. Would it have been the fun that he had been missing within the Republic? From the beginning he had practically been plunged into what it was going to mean to be a Jedi and a protector of the Galaxy.

Haytham didn't hate his Master for it, it was just... Different, something that he hadn't expected to happen. Neither had she, if he thought back on it...

"Mm." What she said made sense, as if she had philosophy classes on the Codes of the multitude of force using factions throughout the Galaxy. He had recently been refreshed on what the Sith Code entailed, but it was probably just happenstance that she sounded like that...

"Passion? Certainly," what was he going to answer with? Farming. To most, that was probably extremely boring. To Haytham, it was a life that he had left behind and although he'd never admit it, regretted leaving. Maybe instead of becoming a stressful Jedi I should've become some... Farming supermodel. Since it was all on his head, it must've looked a little odd when he threw his head back and started to laugh.

Oh.

He felt her moving closer to him, and he felt as if his insides were going to be torn apart. Was this the part that happened in the holofilms after he stopped watching? Stay confident. He reminded himself easily enough, he did already have his hand on her waist, and she clearly enjoyed that much of his interaction with her. "I'd say..." He started off slowly, the hand on her waist lightly moving along to the centre of her back, as she inched closer to him.

They were only inches away now.

Yeah, this was the part in the films.

He slowed down to the slightest inch, and whispered ever so slightly. "I mean, I can barely handle you." And he stopped there. What if she was only playing with him, and didn't want to take it too far. What if she did, and him actually committing would be what she was looking for?

His inner turmoil wasn't obvious to the exterior, but it was definitely something that he had never encountered before.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

He told her what she already knew about Jedi Temples, and Sitara only imagined the torture of boring lectures and tips on how to be a good citizen. She wondered if all Jedis were goody-goody-two-shoes. Ali, though she was from the Republic, wasn’t what Sitara would call…good. She was dangerous, freaking fether shot her twice in the leg when they were battling. A little burst of lightning solved that situation.

She didn’t need any sort of force help to make her see that she was making him nervous. Perhaps, Sitara enjoyed this. There were far too many cocky men who played the push and pull game that she liked to play. Flirting like that was fun, but fairly tedious. Often times, the end results were pretty predictable, and she’d wake up the next day without clothes and a whole lot of regret. However, this time was fun in a different way. Kaze gave her that awkward reaction of a man who’s never been with a woman, and since Jedis were fairly abstinent, she could only imagine how much experience he’s actually had.

Their faces were close together, and if she moved over slightly, their lips would brush. She challenge him, holding his gaze. She could feel his breath against hers, and maybe she wanted to close the distance just to test how he’d react. But he can barely handle you now, Sitara. The thought was persistent, an echo of what she was just told. His eyes showed his naiveness, and though she seemed younger than him physically, he was far less experienced than she was.

That much was apparent. She smiled before biting down on her bottom lip. “Tell me Kaze, do you want to handle me?”

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[Haytham Kaze]

This time there was no talking. It was all about looking and seeing. More or less trying to gauge who had the advantage in the situation. And if you were to put it to a battle, [member="Sitara Qin"] had already wiped his army off the face off the planet. He was certain that she thought the Republic was nothing but some falsely veiled government with annoying rules that stopped her from doing the deepest and darkest things in her mind, and although he believed her good enough to not actually break the rules and go through with whatever it is that she wanted, they had only just met.

She was experienced in ways that he could only imagine, and he didn't want to muck it up. It was the closest that he had ever gotten to his first time with a woman, and ruining it would probably be the worst thing that had ever happened to him in his life. He didn't want that raining down on him for the rest of his life.

Usually he'd be getting to sleep at this time, just so that he could wake up early the next morning for intense training again. But at this rate, it didn't really seem like he was going to be getting anything done in the morning.

Who wouldn't?

"Yes.." He said. His throat was suddenly dry, he knew she was playing a game with him, but he so badly wanted to play it with her as well.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Emotions. The very thing that drove her entire life was refraining Kaze from living out his. Sitara’s eyes scanned his face, in an attempt to read just what he was thinking. There would be no force use here, not just yet. She couldn’t let him know just how much control she actually had on her abilities. She had the idea that she knew she was sensitive, but could he read the darkness that veiled her?

The answer was drenched in nerves, though she could tell it was truthful. She was a pretty girl, and well, he was a well-toned cute, yet childish man. It was only her responsibility to at least send him back into the world with just a little more knowledge than he had now. Was this against his code? Shouldn’t Jedi be resistant to whatever Sith temptation was out there?

“Then show me.”

She had him cornered in her playground and she was ready to strike. Her blue-grey eyes closed slowly, long dark lashes hitting the bottom of her eye. She moved in towards him, allowing his eyes to search her body as she was about to search his mind. Undetected. You need to enter undetected. She wasn’t going to pry…per se. She just wanted a peek, an intellectual perspective to what this man looked like.

As their lips brushed, she promised him with a burst of carnal energy that he probably hasn’t explored before. In turn, she wanted to know who he was. A peep behind the dark curtains of his life. ‘Who are you, Kaze?’ She wanted to ask, but she knew that even the slightest of rap of her presence would alert him that she was more than a beautiful woman.

She was an intruder.

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[Haytham Kaze]

Although the Jedi Order had evolved from whatever Old Republic era views that it had on it's Code, to Haytham it appeared that those Jedi that would be accepting of his current actions had all vacated the Jedi Order. They had left to go to Yavin IV. The tension within his body, and having that knowledge within his mind definitely didn't help the situation. He knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi, a legendary Jedi Master was the ideal Jedi in the mind of his order's Grandmaster, but was he the ideal Jedi for Haytham? He didn't know. In his mind, he always wanted to be like Obi-Wan Kenobi, but have an actual social life.

The fact that there was a war going on didn't help that bit.

...

She urged him on.

After that, there was little hesitation from the Padawan. Ever so slight was the first touch that was their lips against each other. The hand that had moved to support the centre of her back, had lowered to the small of her back. A position that he knew at least was a preferred place to be touched when... In situations like this. He wasn't entirely sure as to how to describe it. But it was clear that he sought to deepen their lips interaction. He wanted more. Totally unlike him.

What [member="Sitara Qin"] would see within his mind was the planet Dromund Kaas in all of it's beauty. From the day he was born he had been introduced to the Dark Side of the Force, but there had never been an enrollment into the Sith Academy... There had been books and datapads strewn about the young boy in the images she saw of him, as if she were looking at him from the ceiling of a vast library, parents urging him to use his natural ability to learn things quickly...

Haytham...

It was Telti, and there had been a moment when all he had felt was rage and hate. Hate for the One Sith for taking away his Master, anger that he couldn't stop it, that his opponent was a coward and wouldn't face him, that he wouldn't be able to prove himself able to be a Jedi... A flash of a golden corrupted colour... It was soon over. The depths of the Jedi were revealed, but he had already realized as to what was going on, and he was already retreating mentally... Slowly receding into his natural... More familiar state of mind.

 

[Sitara Qin]

His body urged her to continue, her arms wrapped around him slowly and she preceded to the depths of his mind. She kept herself guarded and hidden, making sure to keep not get lost in this the bridge between them. As their bodies were linked, the connection grew stronger and Sitara allowed his mind to unfold itself for her. She drew in a deep breath and searched.

Books. Lots and lots of books. Her eyes grew wide in amazement from the library. So he did enjoy reading. However, besides this vast collection of knowledge, there was something else that drew her in. Something…oddly familiar. It was a hint of power that she tasted, a natural affiliation that drew her closer towards him. Her body pressed against him tightly as she deepened the kiss. Where was it coming from?

The promise of freedom.

It panned out to Telti. This, she recognized. Except there was no Ali, there was only hatred. Sitara relished in this moment, allowing herself to feel this emotion for everything that it was: raw and powerful and fuelled any sense of power within her. She searched for it, searched for where he was caging it. This was the emotion he needed to release after being suppressed for so long.

“You want more, Kaze.” She would finally say, the thought dancing from her mind through his as her tongue begged entrance in his lips. “I want to give you more.” She urged on. Open yourself to me. Allow me to show you the taste of freedom.

"It's okay." She ran her hands through his hair, keeping his body pressed towards hers. “Let me set you free.”

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[Haytham Kaze]

There was so much going on, he ha no idea as to how to control it. How to direct it away from him. He needed something, but he didn't know what. Mentally he was confused, never before had someone actually tried to enter his mind. He was inexperienced in that department of the Force. He relied solely on the physical telekinetic part of it. The part that made him who he was. The image of Telti again showed in his mind, this time it was in the library in D3.

He remembered it perfectly.

Darth Raven had wanted to play games with him... But unlike the current situation that he was in, Haytham wasn't in such a playful mood... So his finger found the trigger of the blaster rifle, and tore through the books and datapads without mercy. There was the smell of burnt metal and steel, even paper, but he had ignored it... Haytham...

All he had wanted then was to kill her. It was clear. From the beginning of the fight he had started out as he had always imagined he would. The righteous Jedi hero stopping the Sith in their tracks, bringing them to justice in the eyes of the Republic and the Jedi Order... But he was wrong. So very wrong. It had rapidly changed from apprehending, to killing. If he had no incapacitated the Sith Knight with the stun setting of the blaster rifle, he was certain he would've pushed himself past his limits to simply kill her...

No...

She offered more? He took it, although not in the way that he had thought. Her arms wrapped around him, his last supporting arm came from behind him and wrapped around her, placing itself confidently in the centre of her back while his first hand settled onto her backside...

Prakith...

The only thing he had felt there was fear. Wherever the Sith were directly encountering Haytham, his righteous thoughts and ideals faltered. He slipped, always more and more. On Prakith, fear had been his driving motive to live, to win. Telti was rage. Both times, he had been able to get away with it. There had been no Jedi to encounter him... Prakith was the first time though... Thankfully it had only been some Republic Lieutenant or Captain to be in his company. Telti was him and a Sith, but he knew the Sith was incapable of beating him, deep down. He had the confidence he was better. The... Arrogance to throw everything he had at her and still drag her incapacitated form in front of Republic and Sith troops alike.

...

...

It had been great.

He sought to deepen their embrace, mentally, and physically. Mentally, he wasn't a powerhouse, but it was the sudden raw Force power that was at his disposal that he bombarded her senses. Not on purpose, mind you, there were just so many thoughts going through Haytham's mind, he didn't really know how [member="Sitara Qin"] would be taking it. Was he accidentally invading her mind, harming her?

 

[Sitara Qin]

Instead of walking down memory lane, she was taking a bus ride through it. Every memory was vague, though gave her enough depth to understand what was going on. She steadied herself, allowing her to cherish each moment that pressed on. Control. She needed to remind herself to stay where she was, and not to press on where he didn’t allow her to go. She needed to swim with the current, not fight against it. She settled down and watched.

And then a face.

One she recognized.

Raven.

The little bird that Valdra enjoyed toying with. Of course, Raven’s class was rudely interrupted by two fellow Sith lords. They were higher than her in rank, though were quite annoying for interrupting the session. It made her feel like Raven needed to take charge of the situation, instead of randomly throwing rocks at her students, expecting them to relearn the basics.

At the same time, it was a smart move, though she also wished that Raven threw the two lords out of the classroom.

Here, in his mind, she could see the woman in all her glory. However, much to her downfall, Kaze was fuelled with a deep hatred for the Sith that powered his attacks. This was far over light sided territory, and Sitara winced at the fall of her fallen sister. She had been a mere apprentice when she was first introduced to the knight, and now they were on the same level of skill.

She pushed forward, past this montage of hate and terror. She could feel it fuelling her, allowing her to relish in every burst of dark energy she could surround herself with. She felt her physical body melting into his, allowing herself to grip onto him tightly, seeking greater pleasures.

She was hedonistic, and allowed herself to find pleasure in many different things.

The cold chill of fear pushed forward and witnessed it uninterrupted. He was cold, he had hatred for her people, and she understood that. This was dangerous, she knew, yet still; despite every warning that he hated her, she pressed on furiously, her lips continuing to mould with his.

There were pangs that she felt trailing up and down her shoulders. She winced, and bit his lip lightly. She was masochistic, and enjoyed these little burst of pain and pleasure. It didn’t scare her, in fact, it only drew her further.

“You are delicious.” She whispered.

‘But let me allow you to taste freedom.’

With that, she planted her seed of an illusion. It would burst, a bubbling array of bright light pouring over the memory. There was a warmth, a sensuality he would feel should he choose to walk towards it. He had the potential for freedom…all he needed to do, was release it.

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[Haytham Kaze]

Physically, the Padawan had already started moving things alone. A hand slipped underneath her shirt lightly through the chaos. Delicately weaving it's way to a place that it decided should be home. An extremely intimate kind of home...

He had thrown Raven into a bunch of crates and leapt after her. There was darkness and a burning pain in his left shoulder. He didn't experience the memory again, but it was as if a phantom pain overcame him and he felt the burning sensation again, and he bit at her bottom lip in return, although clearly in a more aggressive manner.

He heard her voice, but he didn't really know why. He just reacted. Freedom? Free of what? He pressed deeper into her, holding her so close that they may as well meld at that point to become a single person.

The darkness was replaced with a bright light. Something that didn't happen in his memory, and hesitated instead of moving towards it. He was... Afraid of how to go forward in this situation. Confidence... Something whispered within him, a word that Sitara would've heard echoed throughout her mind. Haytham's mind knew subconsciously what was going on wasn't right, but he didn't listen. The righteous hero that Haytham had once thought he'd become was gone...

The white light steadily came closer...

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

She had to lure him in with the light before capturing him with the cage of darkness. Physically, they were moving together in a rhythm that could only be expressed as following carnal instinct. This was something that came very naturally to her, a dance she has practiced many times before. As his hands searched her body, her mind searched his. She desired to free his soul from his strict captivities as much as she wanted to free his body from his clothes.

The light began to wrap around him, like a foggy mist flooding his immediate line of vision. If he ventured on, he would see nothing but brightness that didn’t blind him. ‘Come to me.’ She whispered, the only shadow in the forest of light. She beckoned to him in her little maze, like a zeltron with their come-hither appeal.

Her hands pulled on his baggy clothes, releasing him from his physical bindings. Modesty, was that a jedi trait? It definitely wasn’t anything she possessed. There was a hunger in the vessel that hosted her, and it desired so much more than the light play they were going through. She saw the anger he had felt so strongly for her people and she wished to return the intensity of that emotion in a far more different way.

The floor would darken beneath him, as though a path composed of shadows was showing him the way. There was no other lane to follow, and she hoped he wouldn’t stay put any longer. He would feel his emotions gradually changing from fear to desire as he pressed forward, and he would feel a spark, just a teensy bit of lightning crackling through the path.

Static.

She moaned into his mouth as the path opened up into a nest of her own pure energy. ‘Give in to your desires.’ She urged him on, knowing this was a flavour that his kind doesn’t have the luxury to taste.

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[Haytham Kaze]

Their physical movements were one in the same. Their bodies moved so well together it was almost as if they were of a single mind. If one moved, the other would react in the desired manner, it was smooth, almost choreographed. But to Haytham personally, it was wild, and they weren't even ready for the actual act yet..

Then there was a mist around his metaphysical form. He didn't see anything, and yet he saw everything at the same time. There was only one thing in the distance, a dark form, but it spoke with her voice. She was wearing dark clothes right? It only made sense that she would be shrouded in darkness in his mind as well, right?

She removed him from his earthly binds, and he did the same. Fingers lingering as he separated the tighter clothing from her smooth pale skin. She wasn't the only one who had a hunger. His was a hunger that slumbered for his entire life. Not just for the carnal desires that he was finally experiencing, but everything.

A path appeared in front of him, and he moved along it. All he felt was desire. He wanted, no, needed whatever was at the end of this path.

Again, he heard her voice in his mind, and at the same time he experienced her pure energy within his mind. 'I will...' He whispered back... Was there a way back out of this abyss? He doubted it, and he leapt.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

Red.

It was the colour of passion, the colour of lust that they breathed and bled. As their bodies moved to their own rhythm, so would the bright crimson flames that burned deeply in the abyss. He would find himself in the middle of dark plain, with nothing but small candles circling him that burst to life as her physical body pulled herself over him. He would feel her essence all around him, but see nothing more than the ghost of her swimming through their combined consciousness.

Red.

It was also the colour of violence. A warning sign, a signal of danger that he should’ve took the first time he laid eyes on her. Pain was addicting, and she could almost agree that she was hooked on it, like a much stronger drug she enjoyed inhaling and inflicting upon other people. She enjoyed seizing control in all its forms, and Kaze was here to help her enjoy it. Trapped in the depths of her mind where he was baited in to go through.

Red.

It was the strong sense of anger that he felt for the sith, though it was ironic that he was now with one—in the mind of one. The darkness acted as restraints, mentally binding him to her momentarily. A heightened release of fear and anger made the experience more enjoyable, she thought as her metaphysical self hovered over him.

Red.

It was the colour of adventure, the colour he would see once he looked into his eyes. She allowed him entrance into her thoughts, to see what it truly meant to be free. He asked her earlier if she always had the feeling of flight, and she wanted him to know what it felt like to feel the wind beneath his wings. She wanted him to release every built up emotion he never had the chance of exploring into the little playroom she had set up in her mind. The darkness slowly unbound him.

‘I want to feel every emotion you’ve never had the chance to release.’

Her eyes stared over him, both irises red with flecks of glowing amber.

‘I want you to be free.’

She gave him permission to enter. He didn’t need to knock.

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[Haytham Kaze]

There was only Red.

That didn't really fit his style. Candles burst to life all around him. He stood in a valley of darkness, but he made no moves to go forward. He was shocked to see how far he had gone this time. Fear flashed through his mind, a wavering though as even his physical body faltered for a moment, ruining their intense synergy... The voice that had been speaking in his mind, repeating his name, it sounded so familiar. He needed a moment to remember.

All he saw was red.

Haytham understood now. As a Jedi, you lived on the line of Light and Dark. Enough of one and it'll make you a monster, just not the sort of monster you may read in books. The Padawan saw it now, the dark plain lightened, but barely. It was painstakingly slow. A pure Jedi, one that followed the old Code wasn't what he wanted to be, he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his Master, of the Masters that were around him at the temple. Images of Kian Karr, Ryan Korr, and Corvus Raaf appeared momentarily, as if reminding him of who he truly thought about. On the other hand, falling to the Dark Side wouldn't let him fulfill his promise... And that one goal that he had since the day of his Master's disappearance.

He felt a familiar sensation, one that he had realized at the time was a mistake. It was anger. Similar to how he had felt on Telti. It was wrong. He saw that now, always knew that, and he knew that he couldn't allow himself to return. He was easily corrupted, but as this whole charade went on, he started to comprehend and piece things together. Started to understand why, how, he was surrounded by darkness.

There was hesitation again, the final time he determined. There would be no more thinking, just feeling. Feeling the right way to get himself out of this situation. Despite those feelings, he entered her thoughts anyway. All the while the familiar voice became more vocal, urging him to disregard [member="Sitara Qin"]'s own urgings and pushes.

The being that had been him on this journey halted at this metaphysical door, the turning point in his life. Of whether he stayed as a Jedi, or fell to the Dark Side. The voice became louder, more frequent, and with his purpose hardened in his heart of hearts, he immersed himself into Tara's mind and at that moment... He took her.

Open. Your. Eyes.
Open. Your. Eyes.
Open. Your. Eyes.
Open. Your. Eyes...
...

 

[Sitara Qin]

He was pulling away from her grasps, trying to wake himself up. She was trying to grab hold of him, trying to reinforce the chains she had loosened. She couldn’t have him slip away and be conscious, especially since her physical body was on the losing end of this little game. She closed her eyes and allowed the shadows to wash over them.

Control.

Domination.

Stay in control.

Physically, her body was pressed to his and they were moving. She tried to use this to strengthen their mental ties. She wanted him to give in to the dark, to taste the power it offered him. She couldn’t do that if he was slipping away from her. She struggled to get ahold of him, but as her physical body experienced ethereal sensations, she was having…well, a hard time focusing.

‘No…’

She realized he was distracting her. It was hard for her to separate her otherworldly sensations with her earthly ones. She took a step back, releasing him from the ties that bound them together, and snapping back into the real world.

Her eyes closed.

| [member="Haytham Kaze"] |

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Mentally and physically he felt a release. Unknowingly to him, [member="Sitara Qin"] had released him from her ethereal game. Had it purely been from their physical interactions. They both knew that Haytham was strong physically, and she had experienced first hand how strong he was physically. The control he had over his own body was an impressive feat, even for a Padawan such as himself. It was something that he trained always, everyday of his life. Since before he had even become a Jedi and he had lived on Dromund Kaas with his family still, he had been taught to use the Force to strengthen himself, to perform feats the average being couldn't perform.

His body fell onto hers, and his lips brushed against her ears, so close that he wondered if it tickled, and after kissing her lightly on her ear, he said, "I forgive you." He wasn't sure why, but he figured she was the one and his own emotions were what was making him act in such a way, to think in such a way of the Jedi Order. But he had already cemented his hold on where he wanted to be in the near future, and that was the Jedi Order. Which order, well that had yet to be seen, but deep down, he knew it'd remain with the Galactic Republic...

His hand pushed onto her, to push her away from him... Before he was overtaken with passion.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

When all was said and done, Sitara telepathically closed the door. She sighed as she heard the click signifying it locked. She rolled around in her bed, too tired to get dressed. She looked around and buried her head into her pillow. What had happened drained her, and she was confused as how she simply gave up control like that. Was it because he was stronger than her physically or was it because she was afraid to admit that she honestly, truly enjoyed it. She bit her lip, before getting off the bed. She went to the safe, unlocked it and took out the golden powder. She headed for the bathroom.

It was time for a snort and shower.

[Exit]

| [member="Haytham Kaze"] |