Private With a Wonder and a Wild Desire

[Hecate Verd]

VERD ESTATE
tag: Aether the Iron & Ceres Verd

There was something to be said about mornings; it was a beautiful experience to watch the world come to life with the rising of the sun. At that moment a cascade of rose-gold streaks were painted across the sky, the clouds illuminated in perfect pastel colours while early birds rose to catch their worms. The Mage was witness to the beauty of the moment from the sanctuary of the kitchen, watching from the window with a soft, appreciating smile. She had been the first of the trio to wake, as had become the norm.

The woman had not cared for sleeping in and preferred to witness these perfect moments. Hecate had spent too long in captivity, locked away from dusk-to-dawn, blind to the beauty of the galaxy, that was until Aether had come into her world and shattered the chains that bound her. He had bought colour and beauty back into her world, and Ceres. Now she spent as much time immersed in the world as possible, experiencing every moment, enjoying every happenstance, with brand new eyes.

Bare feet moved across the cold floors as she walked, a chill creeping through her legs and up her spine. Hecate seemed to not care as she hadn't bothered to dress in more than one of The Warrior's shirts. She sliced fruits with delicate precisions, placing them atop the still warm pancakes. The smell of brewing caf was strong in the air. The Warrior and The Rogue would wake soon, and she would make certain that a hot breakfast, and fresh caf waited for them.

 

[Aether the Iron]

Wearing: Verd Beskar'gam Mk. III​

NETRA'YAIM, KRANT

The Warrior had yet to sleep.

It was seldom that Aether's promises were broken. Whether it be the day he had pledged his life to the Rogue and the Mage, or simply a guarantee that he would run out for groceries, Aether endeavored to keep his word. Especially for the pair bearing the name he had given. Yet, as the light of morning crept across Krant's surface, it became evident that the Mandalorian's word had been broken. When the previous evening was yet young, Aether had made a simple promise. He'd come to bed at a timely hour - and for the pair to go on without him. It was not until the daylight began to creep over his features that Aether realized his words had been untrue.

There were few things in the Galaxy that could keep a man from his own bed. Worry was among them. In recent history, the Mandalorian's life had changed dramatically. Mere months ago, he had only to worry about three. Yet now, he had to worry about so many. It was the highest honor to be named the next leader of House Verd. And there would be some time before the mantle was officially laid upon his shoulders. But. The mere idea of steering the future of his family? That set the Mandalorian's head spinning. He was many things, but he was not his father. He was a mercenary. He was a bounty hunter. He could hit a target from one heck of a distance.

But his father? That was Mand'alor the Reclaimer. That was a man who had unified their people once. Hell, he had unified the largest nation in the Galaxy. His sire could rally anyone and anything to his cause. His father commanded armies that could blot out any sun. Aether paled in comparison. How could he hope to lead at that level? How could a mere mercenary compete to a God? Thus, Aether did his best to stave off the worry and the doubt. He toiled about with his helm, upgrading systems here, polishing there. Anything to keep his hands moving and his mind off of the present.

But when light reached his eyes, the man blinked...and swore.

Sluggish footsteps bore him out of the armory and into the kitchen, where the sound of running water masked his advance. He raised a single, grease-covered hand in greeting. "Mornin'." he began, almost apologetically. "Sorry bout last night." Knowing that his hands were the epitome of filth, Aether stepped to the sink's second bowl and moved the faucet over. He quickly scrubbed away his efforts, amidst a tired sigh, before drying upon the nearest towel. Wordlessly, he then rested his chin upon Hecate's shoulder - watching as she worked.

"I'll wash up after." he said. His tone was alive with fatigue - but beyond this, she'd recognize that as his way of apologizing. Making amends via an act of service was his way. And cleaning up after she spoiled him with breakfast was a great start.

Hecate Verd | Ceres Verd​

 

[Ceres Verd]

“Ugh. Go away sun.” The Rouge’s words were nothing but a muffled mess from under the blankets as the sun’s first rays of light peeked through the window. She had tried giving a rather deep sigh and flopping over to her other side, but it had left little to be desired in the way of escaping the light’s warm touch. She would have loved to do nothing more but stay in the embrace of both her loves but it seemed that she was alone; not uncommon for mornings of which Ceres wanted to spend her days.

Finally giving into the morning, the young Mandalorian swung her feet over the side of the bed attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. Wild, short blonde hair in every direction would be disregarded as she shuffled her way to the kitchen, following the distinct aroma of caf and breakfast. “Mornin’” She greeted both Aether and Hecate with a yawn as she made her way sleepily over to the pair standing there together. Ceres placed a hand on each of their shoulders giving them both a small smirk.

“Well, one looks like they never went to bed while the other seems to enjoy the torture called morning.” The young Mandalorian paused for a moment before grabbing three mugs for caf; she poured as she took in the smells of the kitchen which weren’t lacking in the slightest. She always felt like she could be herself around her family; while the rest of the world did not get the honor, they would see the good, the bad and the ugly. And they were also subjected to her light teasing, from time to time. “But breakfast looks good.” Leaving them both with a kiss to the cheek, the blonde began preparing the mugs to each preference, she placed them on the table before doing the same for any eating utensil they might have needed to enjoy Hecate’s morning creation. “Cleanup is on me since I lack the strongest cooking skills in this house.” ​

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Tags: Hecate Verd Aether the Iron

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[Hecate Verd]

VERD ESTATE
tag: Aether the Iron & Ceres Verd

The was a moment when annoyance clouded The Mage's features, a moment when she did not look to acknowledge The Warrior or his apology. But Hecate found anger hard to hold onto. In the past, before Aether and Ceres, she had been a timebomb, waiting for the right moment to implode. The chains that bound her had become permanent, and as her captures continued their abuse of her person, that anger had grown. These days, however, she was less temperamental and preferred to let go. She wanted to see the beauty in the world, to exist in the moment and be happy.

"You will make it up to us." Her words may have sounded harsh, like a demand, but this had not been the case. Hecate had come to know Aether. And she knew that when his word was broken, he would move heaven and hell to make up for it. When his chin came to rest on her shoulder, her hands had stopped the motion of the blade, a soft smile on her lips. "You always do."

Hearing The Rogue approach from behind her eyes continued on to find Ceres, the smile still lingering on her mouth. "Good morning to you," there was amusement in her voice. Ceres had never been one that enjoyed mornings - it was something that set the two women apart, but something that made Hecate adore her all the more. After leaning into the kiss, she moved away from the counter to set each of them a plate at the table, along with a plate of sliced fruits, pancakes, and syrups of each of their likings.

"We can decide who is cleaning after we've eaten," Hecate said with a soft smile, motioning with her dominant hand from them to join her at the table. "Come sit with me and eat."

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