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Post by Elarinya on Aug 11, 2024 22:30:12 GMT -8
Ela hadn't stopped blushing much at all, her tentacles on her chin and what constituted her eyebrows were still a much darker red and wriggling more than usual. She looked away to the side as Sirona had her turn with the glasses and stared at her, at least feeling a small bit of relief that they had shared that same shock. But her heart rate had started racing for a few moments and her breathing had become heavier as she waited... and waited... and then noticed Sirona had closed her eyes and had taken the glasses off. Something for which she was grateful. But with that relief, did come the shame both from having worn the glasses and stared at her friend and the fact she had somewhat forced them upon her friend in return. She should have just been honest and not put them back on, but... She was just honestly confused and stunned by it all.
She slowly turned his face back toward Sirona, as the Witch looked up to meet her gaze. Ela found herself shy and feeling inferior under Sirona's gaze a lot lately. She gave a solemn nod as Sirona stated more than asked if Ela had seen her. She could not blame Sirona for the reaction she had. Hells, she wouldn't have blamed her for destroying the glasses there and then. She let go of her grip upon Sirona's arm as the Witch pulled away and turned around to cross to the other side of the room. This had been a problem of her own making. All she had to do was not put those glasses back on and just struggled with the labels. But she hadn't, she had made a conscious choice to put the glasses back on and had once again angered Sirona. She grabbed the glasses from the table and put them back into their container on her belt, her focus never leaving her friend as she seemed to seeth through a myriad of emotions. Ela could sense the turmoil, but could not, for the life of her, determine the specifics of each one. While she wasn't sure what to do or say exactly, she did keep her distance, not wanting to intrude on Sirona's space at this moment I'm... so sorry... I just... I didn't want to look at you... Well no, not saying I don't want to look at you.... That's not what I meant.... uhhh... You have a very nice... no, you look very nice... Wait, that's not what I meant either... I didn't mean to look at you like that without asking first.... I should have just said what happened. I didn't know what they did, but given Dragus gave them to me... I should have suspected something weird would happen...
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 11, 2024 23:06:28 GMT -8
Sirona's roiling emotions did not calm, though she tried her best to hide it as she turned her head slightly, not quite enough to see over her shoulder, but enough to indicate she was listening. She let Ela ramble for a bit, and if she hadn't been so distraught, probably would have laughed upon realizing who had introduced the glasses in the first place. But not now, Sirona couldn't even decide on scouling or what outward emotion to portray. But whatever it would be, it would be accompanied by tears. Resolving to keep her face at least a little obviouscated, in order to stop Ela from witnessing her crying yet again, Sirona kept her head at a half turn as she spoke filling the void after Ela's stammering had petered out. Her voice soft, barely above a whisper. And now you've seen more of me than anyone else, Elarinya... She pauses, taking a moment to think of her question. You've been my loyal shadow for a while now, so tell me... What have you seen. We're both adults, we know what adult women look like, so why did I, of all people, give you the symptoms of a stroke victim?
Sirona had never understood, even less than most people, what attracted people in certain ways to each other. She had had friends before, few, but they had still existed. And she understood friendship and the desire for that, but the more... intimate relationships had always eluded her understanding. When she was younger, she had gone with the alien feeling once before, but it had ended... unceremoniously as she left for the Conclave and Geralt stayed with the Blackguard. They had never even officially talked about what they were before or after that parting of ways, so she still had little in the way of experience in such matters. Now her newly minted friendship seemed to hang in the balance of whatever these feelings were.
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Post by Elarinya on Aug 12, 2024 21:03:56 GMT -8
When she did finally stop rambling, she was somewhat grateful that Sirona had not turned on her violently or told her to leave. Both would have been reasonable and valid responses to everything. But despite the Witches face being hidden by shadows and the emotional waves rolling off of her, Ela had spent enough time with Sirona to know when she was crying. But she said nothing, stopping herself as she made a half step forward and stopped, wanting to go and help comfort her friend. But no matter how strong the desire, she found her self stalled between lacking the courage to do so and the knowledge that she needed to let Sirona give her permission.
She was then caught off-guard by the Lore Masters revelation. That fact alone caused a flutter within the Sith Warriors heart, jealously guarding the knowledge of what she had seen and knowing no one else had. She still wasn't entirely sure what this feeling was. Dragnir had never felt this for any of the countless women he had cycled through, not had she felt it for him. She had just been another one of his... what was the word she had heard used once? concubines. He had conquered her and used her, not that she had been although adverse to it at the time. But such pleasure had been shallow. This felt a considerably deeper.
But her thoughts were soon interrupted by Sirona's next comments and line of questioning. In truth, she didn't fully understand what she felt herself, but to now have to try and explain it to the person that made her feel this way? Well, she was certain she had faced fights more challenging, how hard could it truly be I have certainly seen things before, but the only person I've ever seen unclothed before... is myself. And what I look like, is... very different to what I saw when looking at you... She clasped her hands together then, twiddling her thumbs together a little as a brief flash of memory reminded her of what she had seen moments ago I could lie and say I've been with many men and women, but the truth is... I haven't. I... Dragnir... He... We... did things, but... He was not kind. Not like you... You had every right to leave me behind when we first met, but you took me in. I've... never had that before. It... it felt nice. You're not like the others and I've finally managed to get close enough to be friends, but... I don't want it to be like with Dragnir... We consummated our friendship, but it was shallow and... painful. I want us to be friends and maybe one day... Well... you know what friends do... She couldn't help but blush a little harder, her expectations of what friends did together skewed a lot by her upbringing Seeing you like that was.... breathtaking. You look... flawless...
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 13, 2024 8:25:59 GMT -8
Sirona squeezed her eyes shut, stopping the tears for now, as she listened to what Elarinya had to say. Perhaps the Loremaster had not taken fully into account the kind of upbringing that Elarinya had had. If you could call it an up bringing at all from what she had heard. But all the same, Sirona felt a lot of things very strongly right now. And chief among them had risen frustration. Her hands, gripping her forearms tightened with her eye lids, her nails digging into her sleeves. This was not the type of thing she was skilled at, nor something she had fully expected from the voyage to Dromond Kaas. Sirona took a deep breath and then made herself relax. Her grip loosened and her eyes opened again. Finally she turned to face her friend. Ela... Sirona began, her voice still barely more than a whisper. I can't pretend to understand your formative years, nor what else you may have experienced since before we met again on Dathomir. What I do understand is that friendships don't always have a... physical aspect to them. I do not have much of an interest at all in physical intimacy. Though I do still want to be your friend, if that is not a deal breaker. Her blushing cheeks had calmed down somewhat, but the comment at her flawless body had ensured they would remain for a good while now. But I will say, you were very aesthetically pleasing to look at as well...
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Post by Elarinya on Aug 22, 2024 18:41:17 GMT -8
If nothing else, Ela was glad that Sirona had stopped crying. It hurt to see her friend cry, for it meant something had hurt or had made her sad. Neither thing was acceptable as far as the Demon's Daughter was concerned. She relaxed a little when Sirona finally turned around and spoke, though Ela admittedly had to strain her hearing a little to pick up the softly spoken words. Though now it was her turn to feel a little dejected as Sirona seemed to dismiss the idea of friendship bonding. But perhaps the Witch was right, perhaps friendships could still exist without that consummation and still be close. Her heart did flutter a little as Sirona then complimented her appearance, causing her to drop her gaze to the floor T-thank you... if you ever want... actually, never mind... She wouldn't ruin this moment, she needed to stay focused and not be the one to upset Sirona. As it stood, the Loremaster still wished to remain friends, even after the debacle that had just taken place I think I can live with that... But perhaps maybe one day, maybe just once, if you ever change your mind... or maybe you're just curious... anyway uhm... should we get back to our lesson, friend? She reached out one hand toward Sirona, whilst her other motioned toward the table of alchemical components No more glasses, I promise.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 7, 2024 0:56:12 GMT -8
A battered YT 1300 light freighter slid effortlessly onto the hyperspace lane…. Boland, comfortable in the pilot’s seat manned the Utopic Vulture. Maureen shrieked at the sight of an oncoming meteor and spoke shrilly -Maureen- “Boland! Lookout!” The hound stiffened with the girls words. But Boland ,deftly steering around the massive rock, sat quite composed. Looking at the child with her one eye and drawing right index finger to her lips Grace spoke volumes without uttering a word. The little girl sat back relaxing, with a dog anxiously licking her face. Sitting motionlessly on the left shoulder of Grace, The Raven found himself fighting the urge to render Boland to cinders. And this horrifying bag of nerves went roaring down the hyperspace highway…..
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Post by Darth Sirona on Sept 19, 2024 21:48:02 GMT -8
If nothing else, Ela was glad that Sirona had stopped crying. It hurt to see her friend cry, for it meant something had hurt or had made her sad. Neither thing was acceptable as far as the Demon's Daughter was concerned. She relaxed a little when Sirona finally turned around and spoke, though Ela admittedly had to strain her hearing a little to pick up the softly spoken words. Though now it was her turn to feel a little dejected as Sirona seemed to dismiss the idea of friendship bonding. But perhaps the Witch was right, perhaps friendships could still exist without that consummation and still be close. Her heart did flutter a little as Sirona then complimented her appearance, causing her to drop her gaze to the floorT-thank you... if you ever want... actually, never mind...She wouldn't ruin this moment, she needed to stay focused and not be the one to upset Sirona. As it stood, the Loremaster still wished to remain friends, even after the debacle that had just taken placeI think I can live with that... But perhaps maybe one day, maybe just once, if you ever change your mind... or maybe you're just curious... anyway uhm... should we get back to our lesson, friend?She reached out one hand toward Sirona, whilst her other motioned toward the table of alchemical componentsNo more glasses, I promise.
Sirona tentatively accepted Ela's hand and returned to the alchemy table and took her place on one of the lab stools. She was silent for a moment, still processing the situation as she got out the various items required for mixing basic concoctions. Ela's final promise seemed to snap her back to the present. She turned to Ela and offered as much of a smile as she could muster. Good, no glasses. She turns back to the assembled items before them. I mostly have the bottles memorized at this point by shape and position. She seemed to be about to launch into the lesson when she stopped and then turns back to her friend and protector, her expression more serious now. If- if I do, at some point, decide casual... intimacy... is something I am interested in experiencing, you'll be the first to know. That said, remind me after this lesson to get you some literature on common types of friendship bonding across various cultures, you may find it enlightening. And thus began one of the most awkward teaching sessions of Sirona's life.Outside the lab door, Maywyn, Athell, and Elonna simultaneously sighed in defeat, when they had heard the initial commotion they had come to see if help was needed, but stayed for the gossip and to silently root for the pair currently inside the lab. Yet it seemed today would not be that day, and they each went off to resume the duties they had been performing before.
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