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| Orion_Karath | Date: Monday, 02 Apr 2012, 11:09 PM | Message # 16 |
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| It was perhaps becoming noticeable that he was smiling, alot. This trend continued when she offered her arm, and as he lead her to the largely vacant dance floor. It had been a very long time since he had even had leave, let alone actual time out and away from it all. He ate, slept, breathed, lived the military life, and made very little room so far in his career for much else. Many of his superiors enjoyed that fact, but his friends were afraid that it would cause a mental breakdown or some other tragic event once he reached, and pushed himself beyond, his breaking point. This night would surely help in avoiding that, it had thus far; it was nice to get out and socialize with someone who actually had things in common with him, although his mind was surely wandering to some places as they walked.
Although it was probably a bit old-fashioned, he took her hands once they reached the dance floor. He held her in a closed, ballroom-style stance (ballroom dancing being the only type of dancing he had been exposed to, aside from Echani ritualistic dances), he began by swinging-sliding his appropriate leg wide left, and then wide right, followed by opposing slides, and began to track her backwards, occasionally changing the direction of their movement with wide swings of their arms. It was similar to a slow foxtrot, but with some differences, and of course, mild disorganization from his years of not doing this. It was akin to a slow foxtrot, although professional dancers would likely call it anything but.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Monday, 09 Apr 2012, 1:47 PM | Message # 17 |
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| A smile also frequently touched her lips. A shift from her trademark devil may care grin. When Fajra smiled, mischief was usually around the corner, but not tonight. She was genuinely happy, despite the weight of Algarian on her mind. "It all seems so surreal" she said, as he lead her toward the dance floor. "I never thought our paths would cross. Not like this. I almost wonder if it's another cruel trick. Just another way the galaxy can fedd with my life," she laughed at the irony, and softly added "I'm leaving. I'm going to finish what I started." Determination flashed within her hazel pools, which had abandoned the dominant amber hue for a dark golden-green. "At least I can say...I found a little peace. That's why we go to War right? So that others may have moments like this."
It was almost programmed in them. For the Empire. For the Emperor. But when it came down to it. When you're starving, covered in blood and filth, and down to your last magazine. You're not thinking about the meaning of War, or the glory you dreamed about at the Academy. Your thoughts are with the man beside you, and just getting through the day. At least that's how it was for her. And as much as she cursed the Clones, pretended that they meant so little to her, the truth was that they meant everything to her. They were her brothers in arms. Something that could be said the same for the Commando's.
"We have an audience," she pointed out, her gaze sliding past his left shoulder toward his comrades. And the more they danced, curious eyes followed, and soon they were no longer alone. With the dance floor no longer vacant, the pace of music changed, turning longer strides into shorter steps. He would quickly come to find that she loved to dance, and was very proficient in Ballroom. But it didn't matter how they danced, or what style was appropriate with what song, she was perfectly content with just being twirled around. As he spun her away, she used the momentum to bring herself back. She was breathless, with tendrils of her hair coming undone, but she didn't bother to readjust herself. She just smiled, pausing a moment to catch her breath.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Wednesday, 25 Apr 2012, 7:32 PM | Message # 18 |
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| As she spoke, he merely listened. To be honest, the evening was perfect, and it had only started. "I never thought we would meet like this either, but I don't plan on questioning it... only enjoying it. Maybe it's only a momentary thing... maybe it's something more, I hope for the later," he said, partly cringing on the inside for the negative reaction to the suggestion. Regardless, he continued talking, partly intentionally to not allow a response to his wishful thinking.
"If you feel leaving and returning to the front will bring you peace, then you must do so. If you feel that is what you must do, then you need to do so. We do go to war to bring peace, to galaxy and its people. Peace does indeed bring about moments like this; we can be satisfied that through our efforts, trillions are enjoying the ability to have such moments without care, at this very moment. We also protect them from those who wish to rob them of that peace. We protect those that can not protect themselves, we are necessary even in a time of so-called peace; although, you and I can both attest to lack of any seeming peace in the galaxy," he said, continuing their dance as he spoke, although keeping her close so they could continue their conversation. If anything, the gathering group around them encouraged him to keep dancing; they were livening up the party that had so far been nobles and military personnel standing or sitting around and merely conversing, if having any interaction at all.
Despite being very out of practice, and likely a little off from her,he was truly enjoying their dance. It was the first time, practically since he graduated from the Academy, that he felt actual joy or pleasure in doing something that was not military related. Of course, the military had to be involved somehow in order for it to happen. That aspect did not bother him, however, as he had already committed his life to the military, and had sworn to be a career officer, like his father. So far in his life, all he had to live for was the Empire. His work ethic, and dedication, showed this... as did his mental state, some could say. The same could, argumentatively, be said for Fajra. Both part of experimental military programs, both being the children of notable military officers; the only difference being that he was known primarily by only those who should know him, and she was known by just about every being possible. They were both clone and mirror image at the same time of one another, perhaps that was the reason behind their quick connection; perhaps there was more to it than that. It was becoming a noticeable aspect of the evening so far however, and he was quickly becoming focused solely on her. There was no other presence in the room, despite the growing population of the dance floor; the bar was all theirs, despite it quickly becoming noticed by more of the attendees. All that was in his mind, and within this room, was her. It was a sensation he had never felt, and was foreign enough for his curiosity, despite every instinct saying otherwise, to take over and see simply where the trail down the rabbit's hole would lead.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Thursday, 03 May 2012, 7:05 PM | Message # 19 |
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| "I may not have the respect of the entire 13th Legion. I can't win them all. But I can deal with that. Whereas before...I could not, and look where that got me? I tried so hard to prove myself. That was my failure. I wanted too much. And when things didn't go my way, there was this part of me that wanted to destroy everything around me." She paused a moment, took a deep breath, and then pulled her gaze to his face. "I'm good at that I guess. I can be really selfish sometimes. I would never had admitted that before. But I don't think I've changed. Maybe I'm just growing up?" Her brows knitted together, giving her a fierce and unreadable expression. "I don't know," she admitted, her expression fading as she released a long slow breath. "I try to convince myself that I'm making a difference. That it all means something..."
She started to withdraw from the dance floor, her hands slipping from his grasp. "I honestly don't know what I'm doing," there was a note of anger and frustration laced within her words. And although they were not directed toward him, she felt bad, and quickly tried to make up for it. "Thank you for the dance," she said, lips curving into a smile, and parting as she added "...meet me on the balcony." Gathering a handful of her dress she quickly made her way toward the refresher, disappearing inside. For a moment, she just stood there with her back pressed against the door. "What am I doing?" She asked herself, but there was no response to be found. Moving away from the door now, she stood in front of the mirror and assessed her reflection. Her hair was no longer in a chignon, it was drooping at her nape, and pieces were falling out all around. No amount of hairspray could help her now. Frustrated, she raked her fingers through her dark tresses, undoing the hours of work it took her stylist. With her head upside down, she shook out any remaining hair pins, when she was satisfied she got them all she straightened back up. One quick dress adjustment, and she was good to go.
"Hey Commando, wanna give me a hand?" She shouted from the entrance that lead outside to the balcony. It was where she had first run into him, literally, and since that moment they were nearly inseperable. Her purse was held between her elbow and waist, nearly hidden beneath the blanket that was her hair. In each hand, she carried a glass of Corellian ale, holding them as far away from her dress as she could.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Saturday, 05 May 2012, 0:16 AM | Message # 20 |
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| Whereas throughout the entire evening, he often had something to say to everything she did; right now, he just let her talk. It was now that her frustration was coming out, which he would admit, he was interested in, but tonight he was focused on giving her a good memory. Regardless, he just let her vent. When she did look at him, however, he looked her straight into the eyes. Her tension could probably be felt by a non-Force user on the other end of the galaxy, at that moment. And her frustration. He wanted to help, but in some cases, just lending an ear to listen is the best help, which he tried. He wasn't sure, however, if this was working. Eventually, he did decide to say something.
A simple, "You're welcome", to her thanking him for the dance. He smiled, when she asked him to meet her on the balcony. "Alright."
He walked away, trying to not appear as if she had just upset him. He wove his way through the crowd of military, and nobles. He could've sworn he saw his father pass his field of vision. He knew he was here, but he had been avoiding him for a large part of the afternoon/evening. Out of the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw Fajra's father, but he wasn't sure of it. She wasn't a nobody, to be sure; the daughter of not only a Tapani nobleman, but of a notable, almost legendary, Clone Wars Admiral. When he glanced back, he didn't see him, but he made a note of it.
Once he made it out of the balcony, only occupied by occasionally leaving nobles who had grown bored with the event, or military officers needing to make their return to base, he waited for a few moments. After some time, he found his mind wandering somewhat; during the course of which he had reached into his packet to retrieve his smokes. He had pulled one out and almost had it lit, when she came, struggling, through the doors. "Oh, damn. Yeah," he said as he discreetly put both lighter and cigarette in pocket, in a practiced swift motion that left what he was just doing largely unrecognizable. He ran over, in an odd fast walking-trot, and took the drinks from her hands, and walked with her to the balcony edge. He felt the need, still, to say something to her about what she had said at the end of their dance. Despite his attempt at silence, the urge to encourage her and help her through her personal crisis overwhelmed him.
"You know, you'll get a handle on the Thirteenth... you just have to hang in there. When you fall, get back up, and keep riding until they do respect you. Keep fighting with them, keep sweating with them, keep bleeding with them; it'll come, trust me. You'll find that with those experience, with all the deployments, the certain kind of relationships you develop over time; the military will force you to grow-up whether you like it or not. You may or may not change, but you'll definitely grow up in the service, and you'll see things in an entirely different perspective."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 2:07 PM | Message # 21 |
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| A trickle of fear gripped her heart the moment she reached the balcony. What if he wasn't there? But he was. A smile teased her lips the moment she recognized his form, which brought pause to her step. As the doors opened, she watched as he came over to help, releasing the drinks from her unsteady hands. The alcoholic buzz was beginning to kick in. Her coordination always being the first thing to go. She could stop drinking if she wanted to. That wasn't the problem. It was the nights when sleep could not come easy enough. "You're still here," she said, her words carrying the surprise she felt. She found that people don't stick around for very long. They would come into her life, and leave with little warning. Whether it be that they were taken from her, like her mother, or they just left because they didn't care enough. She was used to disappointment. But she wasn't about to become a victim of her past. Orion was different.
She propped her forearms on top the balconies ledge, and fixed her gaze to the stars shivering in the distance. It was a beautiful night, warm, with a subtle breeze, and all the smells she loved as a child. Procopia was just as much a home to her as Soterios. Despite being born on Soterios, she grew up knowing both places. As Orion spoke, she listened, waiting until he was finished before speaking. She slid her gaze past her right shoulder, her body turning slightly in his direction. "I have a long way to go. I'm good at making mistakes. I'm also good at repeating them. But if I've done anything right, it's that I've never given up. It's okay to fall, but never okay to stay down. I promise. I'll get back up." If she couldn't do it for herself. It would be he rpromise to him that would keep her on her feet. She was no longer leaning over the balcony, but was now facing him, her back pressed against the cool, hard edge.
"I would have introduced you to my father, but I've been avoiding him. I don't want you to think it was something else. We aren't close, and to be honest...I'd like to keep it that way," she said, her hand reaching toward him for her drink. "After we finish our drinks. Leave here with me. Let's enjoy the night. Where we can just be ourselves without the eyes and ears of everyone around us," she said, nearly breathless from her own words. She knew they didn't have much time together, and she wanted to make every moment count. With their line of work, time was a precious thing.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Thursday, 10 May 2012, 10:54 AM | Message # 22 |
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| He nodded to her, as she spoke on not giving up. In part, he was of the same mentality; he, however, had also had 'a mistake means death' drilled into his head. Was he perfect? Certainly not, far from it even. He did, however, strive for excellence and perfection, as much as he could achieve, in all he did. It was interesting, how they seemed to be as much alike as they were different from one another. He was a little taken back by her surprise of his presence. Nonetheless, he merely smiled at her as they relaxed on the edge, listening to her talk. She was a relentless woman, and that much could be seen in her actions on the field; although she likely didn't think so.
"I don't mind not meeting your father, tonight. Fathers can be... overbearing," he said, thinking of his own who was somewhere inside as well. After a moment of thought on her offer, he shook his head in agreement. "Sure thing, I'd love that to be honest. I don't often like crowds, and these kinds of events just aren't my thing. You honestly saved me from potentially lethal boredom, inside. No offense," he said with a wry smile, remembering her noble roots. He held up his glass in a toast, "To us, and to an evening that will, hopefully, never end."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Friday, 11 May 2012, 10:09 AM | Message # 23 |
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| "Overbearing is an understatement. I can see it in his eyes...the disappointment. The only time I saw a semblance of pride, was when I took my oath, and it was gone as quick as it came," she said, pausing a moment as she realized something. "I've been talking about myself a lot. I'm sorry," she mumbled, softly adding, "I would like to hear more about you." Talking to him was refreshing, she couldn't remember the last time she was able to do so easily, it was hard not to get carried away. "These events aren't my thing either. I should be used to them by now, but I just never cared for them. I always tried to find my way around them. In the end, my plans had a way of back firing. From the day I was born, House Melantha had already decided my future. For awhile I did what was expected of me." She could have elaborated, but the glint in her eyes and mischievous grin said it all.
"I wish that were true," she said as she raised her glass, clinking it against his before bringing it to her lips. She closed her eyes as the ale slid smoothly down her throat. When she was finished, she placed the empty glass on the balconies edge. "Oops..." she said, while quickly trying to wipe a sliver of ale that ran down her neck. A simple task that she made look complicated. However, impatience got the best of her, so she let it be for now. She wrapped her hand around his glass, her fingertips brushing against his own as she drew it away, setting it next to hers. "Where would you like to go?" She asked, leaving it up to him, she knew Procopia well, and could take them just about anywhere.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Friday, 18 May 2012, 7:57 PM | Message # 24 |
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| "Maybe I'm just being an optimist here, but perhaps your father is proud... he just doesn't know how to show it. For some in this day and age, and for those in positions of power, emotion can be a weapon used against by others in machinations to rise beyond their station through betrayal and subterfuge," he said, trying to comfort her on the issue of her father. He didn't know, yet, how useless of an effort it was. "What about me would you like to know? For you, I'm an open book," he said, a playful grin sneaking across his face before finishing off his ale.
He took a moment to observe the city lights, which wasn't much from the balcony, and then Estalle Harbor, which the balcony had what might as well have been a front-row view. Night had fallen over the Estalle Island while they had been at the bar and dancing, and a cool, and yet simultaneously warm, ocean breeze seemed to constantly tickle one's face; the salt water holding a distinctive smell that could only be enjoyed. It reminded him of Coronet, and nights spent on the beaches with his friends during secondary school; no military, no conflict, just teenagers contemplating their lives and the universe. He couldn't help but admit that part of him missed civilian life, and that he might jump at the chance to get a taste of it, should the opportunity present itself once more. He would of course still serve, were that case, perhaps in the ISB or Intelligence. It was a fleeting thought however, as she quickly brought his mind back to the present.
"I'm afraid this is my first time on Estalle Island, or Procopia for that matter. I'm at your mercy as to where to head next," he told her, curious as to where she might take him now that he had surrendered to her whims. Whether or not that was 'mistake', would remain to be seen. As he awaited her questions, and decision on where to go next, both of them obviously having lost interest in the event still going on through the doors behind them, he took his left hand and gently brushed off the ale that was slowly slipping down her neck with the softest of touch.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Saturday, 19 May 2012, 9:04 PM | Message # 25 |
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| "You're being optimistic. But I thank you for your words," she said, smiling at his attempt, he was always trying to cheer her up. "Really?" she said, arching a slender brow, "are you flirting with me?...Orion Karath." She nudged him gently in his side with her elbow, soft laughter escaping her lips as she did so. "You know...my remarks toward the Monnok were silly, immature even. But as a result, you reached out to me. Pissed me off at first actually. I was like 'who does this old fart think he is?' What little did I know," she said, pausing a moment as she looked him over. "How old are you? I'll start there. And on the way, you can tell me about your family."
Her gaze followed his, which was now looking out to what she was admiring earlier. "I never, truly appreciated home until now. The Academy on Cliffside, Corulag...Algarian. I guess it's not much to go off on, but since being on leave, I feel more home sick than ever. Maybe it's because I know it will be awhile before I can see it again," she said, shaking her head at her next thought, which she did not express in words. There was a chance that this would be here last time, but she couldn't afford to think like that.
"At my mercy. I like the sound of that," she said, returning her gaze to his face. Her heart raced under the warmth of his touch, nearly catching her off guard. She could feel the color rush into her cheeks, causing her to lower her gaze. "Thank you," she stammered, pausing to add "time to move the party." She took him by the hand, leading him down the stairway, and into the heart of Estalle city. Estalle was intersected with canals, that provided a method of transportation. Real estate was exclusive, only nobles of note owned property on Estalle. As they reached the Residential district, she would point out House Melantha's Malgrin Palace.
"Almost there," she assured him. She quickened her pace, even though her heels were killing her feet. As they reached her home, she nearly fell out of her shoes, leaving them at the door before entering. Sody, her Spukama would be there to greet them, purring up a storm at her feet. "Hey lil guy," she said, bending down to pick the fur ball up, "I missed you too." She cradled her cat in her arms for a moment, and then passed him off to Orion.
There was nothing modest about her home, that had an open floor plan, and a view of the sea. Everything had a place, as long as it wasn't within a 5 foot radius of her bed. Empty bottles littered her night stand, along with her books, and drawings. She stepped away for a few minutes, careful to remove her jewelry before moving onto her next endeavor.
"Would you?" she asked upon her return, motioning to the clasp on the back of her dress. "...It's not what you're thinking," she tried explaining, her lips parting to add "I mean...I'm wearing something under here." Finally, she just pointed toward the sea, silently hoping he got her meaning.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Saturday, 26 May 2012, 10:09 PM | Message # 26 |
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| He smiled, remaining silent on whether or not he was honestly flirting with her, letting her mind wander over the subject. As they walked, he dove into her questions. "I'm twenty-six, turning twenty-seven in the early part of next year," he said as they left the casino. Once on their way to her residence, he began to speak of his family life, something he realized that he had rarely done.
"I was born in Kor Valla, on Corellia. My father was one of the spartan cultists there, and he later joined Ranulph Tarkin's paramilitary force, along with several others from Kor Valla. After the end of the Stark Hyperspace War, he joined the Republic Judiciary, then after the outbreak of the Separatist Crisis he joined the Senate Guard. He ended up being a founding member of the Red Guard."
As they walked, he took a moment to rub his face; it was yet to feel normal being clean shaven, having become accustomed to being out in the field constantly, and rarely having time for anything short of a quick cleaning. "My father wasn't around much, at first always on deployment and then always on Coruscant... sorry, Imperial Center. I was primarily raised by my mother, an Echani woman. We remained in Kor Valla, but I visited the Echani worlds and her family regularly. She raised me in their traditions; I didn't even know much about Corellia until I was a teenager." As they kept walking, he was observing the homes on the island, on their way to Malgrin Palace.
"When the Clone Wars broke out, my father joined the Army, one of the first birth-born officers to do so, and my mother joined the Senate Bureau of Intelligence. I spent the war living in Kor Valla, until I reached sixteen. By then, the Separatists were starting to hit the Core Worlds, and my mother pushed me to go to Eshan and go through the Echani rights of passage. She was able to gain leave from the war to attend. My father, didn't even try. Said 'The survival of the Republic matters more than anything else', a concept that I have adopted to my own life... and I've found it to be flawed. Family, must be a top priority to someone... it is unfortunate that I've spent several years of my life, otherwise," he said, the regret obvious in his tone, and his demeanor changing from the happiness that had persevered most of the evening.
His mind was taken off of his thoughts when they arrived, and then entered the house. He didn't have any chance to take in the place, finding a Spukama being put into his arms. He had never owned a pet of any kind, but had interacted with pets while he lived in Coronet in his adolescent years. Nonetheless, he did seem slightly awkward in his handling of Sody. How the spukama would react to this, was questionable, but he was gentle in his handling of the creature.
He walked about, while holding Sody, finally taking in her place. It was amazing, at least to him. He was raised in a very simple life, and he had seen few personal residences that weren't of those like him. Nothing like this was in Kor Valla, nothing like this was on Eshan, nothing like this was even in Coronet. That this could be someone's house, was beyond his thinking. His attention was grabbed however by her plea for help, letting Sody down. He waited a moment before approaching, considering the position he was in, until she added her last comment. "Well, and here you let a guy get his hopes up," he said with a laugh, before coming over and unzipping the dress for her.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 30 May 2012, 8:50 AM | Message # 27 |
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| "You think I would be used to these by now," she said, releasing a sigh of relief, her hands moving over her stomach where the fabric had been tight. "I would rather have my armor chafe my skin, than wear one of these gowns again. Although, I suppose I could have worn my uniform. That's why I was late," she said, shaking her head. "I couldn't make up my mind. I'm part of two worlds, that couldn't be more different from the other. Still trying to figure out where I fit in," she said, wrapping her arms around herself, her hands coming to rest upon her bare shoulders.
"Thank you," she finally said, turning toward him, seeking his gaze and holding it as she spoke. "You are flirting," she confirmed, before turning away, her form retreating toward her bedroom. "Refreshments are in the kitchen," she said, peering over as she added "make yourself at home."
A palette of deep jewel tones dominated her home, balanced by earthy, warm neutrals. From ruby red to sapphire blue and hints of amethyst. Amber votives glittered on top deep green tablecloths, draped over dark wood furniture. In the living area, an original antique lightfoil was secured in a display case. It's design had no equal, having an embellished hilt of gold and silver. Beside the chaise lounge, a decanter filled with vintage abrax and glasses scattered across the end table.
She had a love for the arts, and owned a collection of different pieces. A freshly painted canvas stood behind the view of the sea, capturing a moment from Algarian. The city of Tarensii'a, reflecting the devastation of the Campaign. Her finished work she never displayed, instead she kept them covered and stacked, leaning against a row of stools.
Her gown was carefully returned to her closet, where it would hang with the others. All of them sharing the same fate, they served their purpose for an event, never to be worn by her again. That's what Tapani charities were for. Eventually, they would be auctioned up for a good cause. It was just another way for the nobles to make themselves look good. Fajra had went through the motions, but she never cared for the attention.
When she returned to him, an Academy t-shirt had replaced her gown, it was nearly big enough to be worn as a dress. "I wish I had...what you have with your mother. My father could not have saved her from the Purge. Sometimes I wonder if he even tried, or if he just handed her in himself," her words were bitter and sarcastic, hiding the vulnerability inside. "Sometimes I just want to put the galaxy away for a minute, and pretend that I don't live in it," she said, a sad smile forming on her lips.
"It's possible," she said, her body turning toward the direction of the rolling waves. Quick, determined strides took her out the back door. She sprinted for the sea, kicking up sand and water behind her, until she was lost in the waves. When she did resurface, she looked back toward the shore for him.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Saturday, 02 Jun 2012, 0:59 AM | Message # 28 |
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| "It would've been nice to see you in uniform... but I liked seeing you like this. I can sort of relate, with being of two worlds," he said, then leaving her to change and get something to drink. He still wasn't sure to quite think so far about the evening. What had been a string of friendly messages had turned into an increasingly romantic evening with a beautiful woman. Not that he was complaining, but it was certainly something one could not believe at first thought. "I don't mind if I do!" he called out, at the offer to make himself at home. While he stared at the drinks that were visible, not feeling comfortable with peering through storage for anything else, he proceeded to take off the tunic of his uniform. He put it to rest on the back of a chair, to protect it from the risk of becoming wrinkled, and unbuttoned the top quarter of the dress shirt that was worn underneath.
As he returned to his debate on what to drink, as a man could not simply dive into his alcohol at a whim or with reckless abandon, he noticed the artistry in her home... and then the art that was surrounding him. He began a slow walk towards the painting that was obvious to be of a different stroke and hand from the rest of the art collected throughout the house. A scene, he could've sworn he saw on the holonet news channels a couple of weeks ago, was depicted on it but before he could get close enough to truly observe, or have it be clear he was even observing it rather than the ocean, she returned. He smiled at her choice of apparel.
"Now I'm the overdressed one," he said only to see the sadness in her eyes, immediately regretting the witty comment. He had nothing to say on the matter of her mother. It wasn't out of being lost for words or careful measurement of what to say, but rather shock; it wasn't every day someone admitted to their parent being a Jedi or a Jedi affiliate in these times, and it was the processing of hearing just that that had stumbled him. His thoughts were lost, however, by her sudden dart for the sea.
He, decided, to follow suit and immediately began a race after her. She had advantage in being smaller, lighter, and lacking far less clothing than he. When she looked back, he was bouncing on the porch, fighting with his left boot with the right nowhere to be found but certainly not on his foot. After being flung into the air, it had in fact bounced off the patio and back into the house. Once he did get the left boot off, it did not fair much better, ending up in the sand. His socks were the only clothing he took off that remained on the patio. He then bolted for her, ignoring that he still had his dress shirt and uniform trousers on; but merely the urge to be in the water with her overtaking him.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Monday, 04 Jun 2012, 9:19 AM | Message # 29 |
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Major general
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| "You're still the overdressed one," she shouted, watching him with an amused glint in her eyes. "I guess what they say about going Commando," she said, her laughter completing her thought before her head went under. Fajra loved being underwater; the feeling of weightlessness, her hair streaming behind her, the serenity of being completely submerged. She never wanted to come up. She swam underwater for a little while, enjoying the coolness of the water around her body, before emerging at the surface for air. When she looked back, she was quite a distance from the shore, and Orion somewhere in between.
As she started to swim back, a headache almost immediately set in. It was like a hammer, inside and outside her head. Something flashed within her periphal vision, causing her to stop swimming. "Orion," she called out, almost unsure of her own voice. From the other side of her field of vision, she thought she saw something else - a figure darting through the water. She closed her eyes, hoping it would go away. But when she opened them again, more shapes flitted across her vision. This had happened before. The telltale headache. The impression of faces as they manifested to her.
The phantoms, like the waves, crashed into her, forcing her to see fragments of the future. A lump formed in her throat. She was frozen, stunned, and unable to move. The water enveloped her, pulling her under, with the promise of a kinder fate. But was that what she wanted?
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Friday, 08 Jun 2012, 5:52 PM | Message # 30 |
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| He made his way into the water, laughing at her small jibe. Being sufficiently wet, he took of the dress shirt and tossed it towards the shore, revealing his tattoos which few people had ever actually seen. Once finding himself unable to touch the sandy bottom, began to swim towards her. The last time he had been in the water, and not on mission... it was for far different reasons, and this was almost refreshing. He felt as if his mind was being eased by the venture, and like her, dove underneath.
He stayed under, probably for a little too long, seeing how long he could hold his breath out of honest curiosity; it had been years since he had actually tested such, not since he completed his combat diving course. When he come up for air, he saw her slip under the water, and the feint cry of his name being made as she did so. She was about fifty meters away, and he instantly went into swimming towards her. He was at her position on the water in twenty-five seconds, and immediately dove down to her, and grabbed ahold of her to bring her up to the surface.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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