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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 3:07:53 GMT -8
Some may have found it strange had she explained that at the moment he grasped her wrist that she felt more comfortable, even when he pulled her close. Yes, in a way she was confined and some what trapped, but it was of her own doing, she had chosen this and therefore, she had control. All of this was her own making, she was pulling the strings and that was just how she liked it, she liked the game.
Now she was back in the driving seat, so to speak, she did not hide the fact that she was captivated by the sight of his naked torso, the shape, the muscle definition and even the scars were all very delectable. It was easy, even enjoyable to play the game when the prey were so very appealing, so when her gaze travelled slowly up his chest and settled up his smouldering gaze, the hunger he would have seen in her eyes was very genuine, though that meant nothing. She was still playing the game; it was the only thing she ever really enjoyed anymore. She allowed him to manipulate her physically in this instant, she did not struggle in fact she made it all very easy for him, she promised she would not struggle and she didn’t.
For the most part all she could smell was a mix of sickly alcohol from both Mr Musky and herself, but when he leaned in she could smell his musk, its appeal was such she wondered if it contained pheromones for called to the most primal parts of her.
Throughout all of this she remained silent, even when he mentioned his name, she said nothing, though she made note of it mentally, though starkly aware of all going on around her and all that was being said, she was thinking of her next move and how to put it into action, she liked to plan ahead as it allowed her the chance to be 2 steps ahead.
She led him toward the ladies and whilst manoeuvring between the tables and chairs as well as the patrons she would periodically look at him and smile mischievously.
She entered the ladies and pulled him in behind her. She pushed open the door of each stall to ensure they were alone and once sure they were, she walked up to Harnan and leaned in close, looking into his eyes as she reached her arm out behind him and locked the door.
Just making she that we are not disturbed…
She placed the clothes given to her on a small ledge to the side of Harnan and stepped back twice; she wanted to make sure he had a full view of her as she undressed. Looking him in the eyes still she pulled her top slowly over her head, as she did so it caught the small band that was holding her hair in place at the back of head and pulled the band with it, as she dropped her wet top and hair band in the sink she flicked her long red hair and let it fall free upon her chest that was covered only by a small black bra.
She slid her hands over her upper chest and flicked her hair over her shoulders to allow it to fall down her back and then she bent forward from the waist, unzipped her boots and stepped out of them before unzipping her jeans and began to pull them down slowly.
She looked back up at Harnan through her lashes whilst still bending over and smiled wickedly.
Once the jeans were at her ankles she leaned forward and placed her hands upon Harnans chest.
Just in case I fall over…
And then stepped out of the jeans, as she did so, she feigned a fall and tumbled against him, wearing nothing but her black bra and lacy brief shorts.
Whoops.
She lifted her head to look up at him, touching his chest and chin lightly with her nose until her lips found his mouth.
She let out a small seductive breath and brushed her lips over his, she slides her right hand up his back and entangles her hand in his hair and tugs before pulling his head toward her more forcefully and lets out a small pleasurable groan into his mouth.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 21, 2016 4:31:03 GMT -8
Harnan followed close behind Kary, his grip not leaving her wrist once. Her looks meant only to further entice him. And he had to admit, they were achieving their intended effect. He could feel his hunger for her trying to return, even as he fought against it. With Illaria within sight, he was able to stay strong, and keep his mind on the task at hand. But as they entered the ladies refresher, and Kary ensured they were alone, he started to realise the direness of his situation. Especially as she leaned in close, their gazes meeting as she looked the door behind him. His voice taking on a lower tone
Of course, we wouldn't want anyone peeping...
He remained where he was as she stepped back, taking her in. Even fully clothed, she presented quite the tempting target. Even if her clothes had not been soaked through and clinging to her body, he was certain he would still be tempted. His gaze then shifted down to watch as she removed her top, taking in every inch of her alabaster skin as it was revealed to his sight. As his gaze rose, he noticed the scars upon her shoulder first, before taking note of the scar beneath her ear.
His attention however, was soon taken as she removed her top and tossed it into the sink. As she flicked her hair, his gaze followed it's length down to her black bra. He could feel himself wanting to see more. He licked his lips then, as she brushed her hair over her shoulders. This was a game she was very adept at, it was quite clear. And as much as he wanted to resist, he was slowly finding himself incapable of doing so. She knew how to ensnare a man.
He watched her keenly as she removed her boots. It was then that she started to remove her jeans, his desire to see more slowly being sated. His gaze drifting across the steadily appearing line of her knickers. It was then, that something poking up upon the left side of her hip briefly caught his curiosity. However, it was quickly diverted as she smiled wickedly up at him beneath her lashes. As she leaned forward, her soft hands pressing against his chest. He knew deep down that this was wrong. Especially with Illaria almost literally outside the door. But right now, she was appealing to everything oh so very dark about him. He could feel the darkness crawling back in, whispering that he should just let go. Kary was in here with him, and Illaria was no where in sight. She had made her choice, to be with Nicademus. Why should he be denied this moment of pleasure with a woman that was throwing herself at him
Wouldn't want you falling and hurting yourself now...
He knew she was going to fall, and he was fully prepared. His arms wrapping around her torso as she fell into him. He should have pushed her off then and there, told her no. But he couldn't stop himself as their lips met, his eyes closing as he pressed into the kiss. As her hand run up his back to grip his hair, his own hand entangled itself within her fiery mane, pulling back on it as he deepened the kiss. And then she groaned into his mouth. In that moment, it was unclear whether this was still still a game. But he felt the work Lincoln had done wash away in that instant. His lips blazing a trail down along her jaw, to her neck, as his free hand started with her bra, tossing it towards the sink.
He then swung her around, pressing her against the door. The yellow at the edge of his eyes beginning to glow again, as his lips danced across her skin. He let go of her hair, as his hands moved down along her body, to remove the last of her underwear. It was then, that he caught sight of her Loth-Cat tattoo. However, his gaze and attention soon moved across her skin and down further...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 5:07:38 GMT -8
As he pulled on her hair she groaned all the more loudly and pushed her body into his, she wanted him and wanted him so badly in every which way, every single touch of hands and every kiss sent shockwaves coursing through her. Within an instant her bra was gone; with the filthiest of chuckles she deepened her kiss.
When he spun her and pressed her against the door, she momentarily lost herself within the embrace and with a ferocity that was almost savage, she was over come.
She let her hands explore his chest as she pressed her lips against it and softly bit his her way across his pectoral muscles.
Through no fault of his she caught herself, and remembered where she was and what she was doing.
Breathing very deeply indeed, she pushed him back and left her hand against his chest…
I need a moment; the smell of all this drink on me is making me feel sick. I am going to wipe myself down, perhaps you should also?
She walked around him to the sink and began to run the water and began to wipe herself down as she composed herself, from the corner of her eye was the small shelf that had the shirt and shorts resting upon it.
Once free from the sickly smell of the mixed drink spills she reached out to grasp some paper towels with which to dry herself and instead grasped the neat little pile of her clothes. More quickly than she had ever managed before she slid the shirt over her head and arms in, at the same time she was almost hopping to the door as she slipped the shorts on and began to pull them up. She unlatched the door, slipped outside it and began to smooth herself down and adjust her clothing.
A couple of patrons looked upon her amusement as they caught sight of her and then it before she knew it there were sniggers and chuckles from others as they were nudged by friends.
She did not care; she had her revenge for all that had happened earlier with Harnan and his lady friend. Feeling quite proud of herself she walked back to the table that they had been sat previously, well aware she had left her wet clothing and footwear in the bathroom, and motioned to the barman for another round at their table.
She sat down struggling to wipe the smile from her face and ran her hand through her hair to try and straighten the mussed up mess.
She looked at Miss Lips and Mr Sadism and smiled.
That feels better, the drinks were rather cold, and I thought I was going to catch hypothermia...
The server approached the table with the tray of drinks…
These are on the house, I apologise for the mess.
With that he placed the drinks on the table and stepped away, Kary took her ale and quickly began guzzling it back…
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 21, 2016 6:43:23 GMT -8
It was intoxicating to him. The strength of her desire, every reaction he drew forth from her body. He could have feasted upon her for hours without end. But as she pushed him back, expressing her desire to clean herself of the alcohol, his much darker self could tell what her plan was already. It was a very cruel trick, and a dangerous one to play with him in this state. Had he the mind, he would have stopped her escape, and shown her the consequence for her actions. But instead, he let her move past him as she went to clean herself of the alcohol that had seeped through her clothes.
He proceeded to the sink right next to her, splashing himself with some water. He didn't let his guard down for one moment as she washed herself. His gaze examining every inch of her bare body, taking it in. He would claim it, all of it. It was then that she made her move, grabbing for the shirt and boxers. Harnan, however, was much the faster and closed the distance as Kary moved to the door, pining her back up against it. his grip tightening upon her wrist as he held her there. He leaned in close, his lips barely an inch from her ear as he stopped himself going any further
Do not think I will forget this... I will make you beg for this... For the release that only I can give your desires... For the one thing you so long for...
He then pulled back, letting go of her wrist, and snatching up her knickers. He smirked as he inhaled her scent, his gaze locking with hers to make sure she watched him do it
Another time, perhaps...
He then watched her slip out of the bathroom then. She may have gotten the upper hand in this round, but he would have her, and make her pay. He then glanced around the room then, before stuffing her knickers and bra into his pocket. Trophies that she would never get back. After that, he collected the rest of her belongings and carried them out with him. Her clothes, he would be kind enough to return after they were cleaned. For the mean time, he deposited the clothes beneath the table, as he glanced across to Kary. Water still covered his chest, as he sat there. His own smile upon his face, with the knowledge that she was sat there with nothing but those black boxers and shirt covering her. He was almost tempted to share such knowledge with Lincoln, but chose to keep it to himself. He picked up his new drink, and took a mouthful of it, before placing it upon the table once more. He then reached down and grabbed Kary's lightsaber from the pile of clothes and examined the hilt
Hypothermia is not the only thing you were at risk of catching... or well losing more to the point... So, now that you are refreshed, care to elaborate a little more about who you are? Whilst I did appreciate that more intimate view, there is still much you have yet to say of yourself...
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 28, 2016 12:00:32 GMT -8
With Harnan, and whatsherface both gone, Lincoln still did follow both of their movements towards the refresher. He could already tell that something was welling both inside of those two. Though whatever those two ended up doing there, it wasn’t really his concern, but he knew that Illaria, the woman next to him, would greatly disapprove, one way or the other. Such predicament, and Karyan, or Kary, still going to be whatsherface to him, or just Harnan’s Play Thing, might end up in deep trouble, one way or another. Truth be told, Lincoln was already rejoicing at that fact, not that it showed on his features or even his emotions, for he had already taught himself all of the basics on how to just come off an unimpressed, which he often than not was, and just uninterested.
Illaria, by his side, his drink in hand, and perhaps her want or need also to be entertained or even perhaps get her mind off that thing, Harnan and his play thing both in the refresher, Lincoln put his glass down on the table, and turned on his seat to face her. “Now that I have you alone would this be a correct time to just look at you, and ask to have a closer view of you, just so I can tell you how much of a smoldering temptress you are?” A rhetorical statement, though Lincoln still had a sly grin on the corner of his lips and just waited for her to face him as well.
Bringing his legs forward, his knees in between hers, Lincoln spread his legs to spread hers too and just looked at her with a mischievous expression under his eyelashes. “One of these days, Illaria… One of these days,” Lincoln said without expounding on what would happen one of those days, for he was pretty sure that she just like he knew that nothing would ever happen between them, but in a way they were both the same, they did like games, and enjoyed doing it with one another.
Leaning forward and placing his hand on her thigh, his head turned towards her ear, he whispered teasingly. “I’d like to hear that sound you usually do, but straight in my ear…” Sliding his hand to her inner thigh, Lincoln actually didn’t give a damn, right at this moment, that both Harnan and his Play Thing came back, for he stayed in that position he was in, his knees between Illaria’s legs, his hand on her thigh and him close to her than anyone would have expected… At least that would get her mind occupied, one way or another.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jul 28, 2016 14:40:02 GMT -8
Illaria was no stranger to desire’s yearnings. As such, it was plain as day to her what she saw in both Harnan and Kary’s eyes. She did not even know the woman, only her name, yet she already felt sorry for her. Pity for her. For the pain that she was going to live through. While one part of her experienced this, the other half ceased to care. She supposed this was the price she paid. Though, it was better left unspoken. Forced to live with her quiet rage, she had made her decision when she chose Nicademus over him and despite her best efforts to reassure herself, doubt still haunted her every action. Had she made the best decision? The answer was always a resounding yes; she loved Nicademus and cared for him more than she would ever allow herself to show. But was tempting fate and trying to alter the outcome of the future wise? That, she never had any answer to.
The Shapeshifter’s expression was schooled into one of careful neutrality and it appeared as if she paid the pair no mind when they disappeared. As Lincoln turned to face her, Illaria slid around in her seat to regard him in an almost conspiratorial manner. A smile crossed her lips like lightning in the darkness, jagged and white-hot. “Keep looking at me like that, Lincoln… See what happens.” Her tone was playful, yet something about it remained serious – her demeanour not quite matching up to his sly grin.
Her sapphire eyes darkened in a dangerous manner, yet she gave no resistance as he spread her legs and placed his hand on her thigh. She merely regarded him with a wicked amusement painting her features. This was part of their game to her and while she knew Nicademus would disapprove, there were some things better left unspoken if only to allow such camaraderie to flourish. “Well then, perhaps we should discuss what it would take to get you beneath me, brother, if you are so eager.” Placing her leather-gloved hand atop his, she slid his hand further up her thigh and gave it a squeeze before removing her hand entirely then leaning forward to meet him. Lips resting at the base of his ear, she spoke quietly in soft, sultry tones. “You’ll have to work harder than that if you expect me to make those noises.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she continues to taunt him. “Just ask Harnan after all of his failed attempts. I do not come easily.”
Leaning back, she licks her lips, slowly running her tongue across them just to provoke a reaction from the other Knight. It was about at this point in time when Harnan and Kary rejoined their table and Illaria turned her smoldering gaze on the pair to regard them.
“Speak quickly, girl. I tire of these games you seek to play for my patience is running dangerously thin….” Illaria turns from Kary to look pointedly at Harnan. “Much, I suspect… like your.. self-control…” Her voice is soft and it is almost a carefree afterthought as she draws the statement out into existence, but it is clear that she knows. However, what is unclear is precisely who she is addressing with such an accusation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 2:57:27 GMT -8
Kary had not failed to notice the over familiarity of Mr Sadism and Miss Lips, at first on her part, there was some confusion. The way Miss Lips had interrupted her and Mr Musky before hand had felt as if she were staking a claim upon him, in that moment Kary had assumed that they were perhaps, be it quite open, together after all they made it appear they were welcoming visitors into their relationship, but now with how intimately Mr Sadism and Miss lips were behaving with one another Kary was left wondering just what the force she had walked into.
Was this how the Knights were as a collective or were the three of them unique in this way? It was like a free for all or a swingers union, they certainly seemed to enjoy group ‘activities’.
Again Kary was reminded of how she was feeling considerably out of her depth and this was only serving to strengthen that feeling. She felt as if she were on unstable ground and she did not like it. She liked to have some inclination on what was possibly going to happen next but this was new territory and she was left feeling quite vulnerable.
Her gaze moved away from the foreplay of Miss Lips and Mr Sadism and settled upon Mr Musky, yes, she knew his name, now however, he would always be Mr Musky or AAA in her eyes for the scent of him seemed permanently branded upon her senses.
As her gaze settled upon him with his naked torso, she noticed what he had in his hands. He was inspecting her saber. Inwardly she cursed herself and the ale, for she now realised how he had managed to take hold of it, she had left it behind in the refresher along with her wet clothing and as he had bought it out for her, he had taken it.
Reaching out her hand she attempted to take her saber from his grip. Whilst using a curt tone.
That is mine and I do not like to share! Perhaps the result of being an only child, but either way I would appreciate it if you did not touch!
The gaze from Miss Lips caught Karys attention. The gaze with which she was met reminded Kary of the look that had led Kary to believe that Miss Lips and Mr Husky were indeed something of an item. It was all too odd. The tone of which Miss Lips spoke was sharp and pointed and to Kary it felt challenging and in Karys slightly intoxicated mind she felt it right to accept the challenge and meet it head on.
Though she had a feint smile upon her face it was very obviously not genuine whilst her words carried an almost malicious tone as she looked her in the eyes, all the while still holding out her hand before Mr Musky with an open palm, she waited for her saber.
Oh darling, you must lighten up and learn to enjoy life a little more, there is much fun to be had in games. But, on this occasion, since you seem to be a curious little thing, I shall indulge you though my story is quite unremarkable.
She lifted the glass to her mouth and took a refreshing gulp of her drink before purposefully placing it back upon the table, as she did so; she picked up a neighbouring beer mat and began to twirl it in her hand.
As I have said, my name is Karyan. I, until recently worked alone doing whatever I needed to get by. I specialise in infiltration as well as procurement, occasionally when work was slow I would go on missions that were somewhat more dangerous. I am a woman of many talents…she turned her gaze to Mr Musky at this point and gave him a flirtatiously cheeky smile before continuing…I have grown tired of such work and wished to try something new. I do not think there is much more to know. Questions?
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 29, 2016 8:23:29 GMT -8
Harnan's attention had been on Illaria and Lincoln as he returned, noticing how their positions had shifted. His gaze briefly wandered to where his hand lay upon her inner thigh. He could see that either Lincoln had assumed that was a good way to keep Illaria occupied, or the pair were playing a game of their own. But as he came back, he overheard Illaria's comment to Lincoln about not coming easily. He knew that he should leave it. That he shouldn't say a thing. But there was some part of the darkness within him that got the better of him in that moment as he took his seat and his gaze locked with Illaria's
You came pretty easily last time...
The words had slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. But at the very least, he had cut himself off before he had said any more. As it stood, he could see she was rather unhappy with his behaviour thus far. Her disapproval becoming even more apparent as she mentioned his lack of self control. She knew full well what was happening to him, even whilst others remained ignorant. He had tried to hide it from her, but after his actions on Dubrillion, he had admitted the truth to her. Some days it was easier to control than others. But tonight, was not one of those times. He had slipped twice already, and just now was the third. If he was lucky, it would be the last. But when things got this far, he knew luck would not be on his side. It would happen again. He just hoped that the next time it happened, Illaria was not anywhere close by.
He then turned his attention back to Kary as she reached for her saber, demanding it back. He pulled it away from her reach briefly, toying with her as she gave her explanation. But it was her response to Illaria, when he handed the hilt back to her. He knew such a tone would not go down well with the shapeshifter. If that was the case, then Kary would need the lightsaber more than he was enjoying toying with her. As she continued to explain herself, it seemed there was not a whole lot to her. As she smiled at him, he knew they were entering dangerous territory once more, especially given Illaria's temperamental mood thus far. True enough, she was pretty impulsive on a regular occasion. But this. This was something else entirely. Though, whether it was entirely the pregnancy, or something else as well, was a mystery to him. The potential that she was actually somewhat jealous, never even crossed his mind in the slightest at that moment
I have no doubt you are indeed a woman of many talents...
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 29, 2016 12:11:50 GMT -8
Her taunts, Illaria’s, only made Lincoln’s eyes darken. He had to give it to Illaria, she knew how to play that game of his, the shamelessly flirting with one another, even if carnal desire was something he considered once in a while with her, he just knew that nothing would ever happen between them. It always started with the talking, the touching, and then the bedding, but Lincoln and Illaria were both far from the latter point. The talking and the touching, sure, but when it came to the latter, not in his after-thought, at all even if it looked like it from his side, or even Illaria’s.
“If me being beneath is what you would enjoy the most, I will gladly put myself in that position, but don’t imagine for one second that I will let you ride me all night long…” Lincoln murmured slyly and teasingly as he felt her willingly moving his hand further up high her thigh. He still had that faint smirk on the corner of his lips, his breathing did not change at all, nor his heartbeat and emotions. “Surely, even you’d wish to try something new once in a while, and I will make it a mission to leave you satisfied by the end of it.” Playfully he flickered the tip of his tongue against her earlobe and just traced languidly her thigh with his fingertips as he pulled his head back when she did.
Though he still had a smirk on the corner of his lips, for quite honestly in the end, Illaria did partially give him what he did want to begin with. Her sultry tone up against his ear and his hand currently had a great placement and he did not remove it from there, but just slid it back to her inner thigh while he turned his head in Harnan’s direction after hearing Illaria’s statement.
Impassive, it was how Lincoln was currently, and unimpressed was his overall demeanor as his head soon snapped the direction of Harnan’s Play Thing. Arching his eyebrow somewhat placidly, Lincoln just ended up giving Illaria’s thigh a soft squeeze before pulling his hand away to take another drink. “Quite an unremarkable story indeed.” Lincoln stated plainly as he just looked at her in silence soon after, not because he was studying her, but actually what she had done in her previous life sounded somewhat familiar. Not that he even gave another thought on that matter since he wasn’t one to really dwell in his own past.
Turning himself on his seat again, Lincoln rested his back against the back of the seat and looked elsewhere entirely, somewhat already thinking that the worse might occur sooner or later, especially when Harnan relented and gave his play thing back her saber. Well that should be interesting, to see what would happen next, deep down he would prefer to just observe, but at the same time, he already knew on which side he would jump on, particularly a big reason why his muscles were tensing, just in case he’d have to come in between the two women, and also because with Illaria’s pregnancy, that really could turn into a volatile situation…
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jul 30, 2016 5:41:53 GMT -8
If Illaria had not been slightly distracted by Lincoln’s advances before, he surely had her attention now. “Riding you all night long?” She scoffs and swats at his hand as he traces his fingers across her thigh, though she does not force him to remove it. “Me riding you…” She says quietly, amusement painting her visage. “That is a privilege you must first earn.”
Pulling back from him, she began to wonder if this was beginning to transcend their usual behaviour toward one another. On any given day, her relationship with Lincoln resembled much of the one she shared with Harnan—both toying with one another until someone squirmed. Though, in Harnan’s case, they had actually ended up sleeping together. It was a thought that lurked on the periphery of her consciousness and perhaps, if the excess hormones from her pregnancy had not otherwise addled her mind, she would have paid Lincoln less heed while Kary shot her mouth off. As it was, though, Lincoln’s words remained rattling around her brain like the hazy afterimage that was sometimes perceived upon closing one’s eyes post exposure to light. They left a small smile lingering on her lips as she turned her focus from him to the other woman seated at the table.
The Shapeshifter did not even appear to bat an eyelash at Kary’s words, rather remaining turned toward the other Knight as she had been and giving the impression of disinterest. Finally deciding to pay the woman some attention, and not the kind of attention she may have wanted or had been expecting—for, quite suddenly, the center of her attention was a very undesirable place to be. The Knight of Ren had come to the conclusion that this was the kind of girl that no one would go looking for…
“You would be mistaken in thinking that you have done enough to arouse my anger.” Illaria gazes impassively at Kary. “That would require me to care about the outcome of your future.” The satisfied polish to the Shapeshifter’s voice was tarnished by a hidden fury, though not directed toward her. However, Harnan would hear it. “You are beneath me in every way that matters.”
Illaria looked at Kary as if she would snap her neck, and very much enjoy doing so. The narrowing of the Shapeshifter’s eyes, however difficult to perceive beneath the shadows of the cowl of her hood, was the only sign of her irritation with the current situation. The only sign she allowed to escape the carefully constructed veneer of her expression. The sneer that adorned her lips was rather telling, though she did not even deign to offer the woman a further response. Her interest terminated there. She might let her walk out of here today, but she could still come after Kary tomorrow—it would be enough to make anyone with a bit of sense hesitate.
“Harnan!” She unexpectedly snaps, her dark eyes flickering to the man in question. It is clear from the terseness of the way she says his name and the tone of her voice that she is not about to allow his comment from earlier to go unacknowledged.
Rising from the table, Illaria looks at him expectantly before walking away from the group. However, she did not do this without passing behind Harnan, the tips of her fingers ghosting across the skin of his neck as she did so. The Shapeshifter had a dangerous look on her face suddenly, one that tells Harnan she is in no mood to deal with him or his antics. She stares at him far too long for them just to be friends, that much would be clear to Kary. But it is more the way that she looks at him that gives it all away. Her cold stare is enough to set anyone else edging out of harm’s way. But when she looks at Harnan like that, attraction is far too tame a word to describe it. Her eyes remain locked on him, the rest of the Fingered Inn a meaningless backdrop for what was to come.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 30, 2016 8:02:08 GMT -8
Whereas Lincoln had tensed up, having only known him and Illaria for a short time, he remained calm and collected. He had worked with Illaria for years, and knew her better than most anyone. Not that he was making fun of his fellow Knight for his reaction. After all, he could remember a time long ago when he had used to do that very same thing. He had learned long ago, however, that it was pointless, just as Lincoln would one day. Instead, he remained relaxed, certain that even if she did do anything he could easily keep them apart.
But her reaction a few moments later allowed him to relax a little into his seat. Despite the annoyance Illaria felt for Kary's words, she made it quite clear the newcomer was well beneath her. He could hear the fury in her words however, and was quit certain that Illaria was already imagining a number of ways to get rid of Kary. Which meant he might have to keep a close eye on the both of them, least they quickly find themselves missing a member.
It was then, that she snapped his name, causing him to sit up a lot straighter. If he had thought his slip up had gone unnoticed, he was damn well sure that was not the case any more. He could feel her gaze upon him, before she rose from the table. He turned his head to follow her as she moved, stopping as she moved behind him. A shiver went down his spin as her fingers brushed across the back of his neck. He then turned to look at her once more, meeting her gaze. He knew there and then, that his best bet was to obey and follow her. After all, this was not the first time she had looked at him like so. And where others would have taken flight from such a gaze, he rose from his seat and walked straight at her. He had something of a penchant for walking right into danger. And Illaria was by far the most dangerous thing he ever confronted.
He didn't once take his gaze form her own. Such an action might lead one to believe that he was quite attracted by the danger. But instead, he knew it was far more dangerous to not pay attention to her. He had made that mistake more than once. He was not about to make that mistake again, especially with the mood she seemed to be in. He waited till she had stopped, before stopping close to her, standing slightly over her because of their physical height difference. But she stood over him in other ways, especially with her mood as it was. Though, what exactly that mood was, was beyond him in that moment. Anything could happen, that he did not doubt. His next words were spoken with caution and trepidation
Yes?
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jul 30, 2016 11:05:38 GMT -8
Illaria’s eyes darkened in a disconcerting manner as she followed Harnan with her gaze. For a half second, she was silent as she regarded him. They stood there across from one another and while she dwarfed him in size, they figuratively stood on relatively even ground. Staring at each other, she watched him, assessing him as though she were trying to decide her current state of mind. It was something that was almost palpable within the air—sparks; fire, white-hot energy. Her mood was volatile and hormonal, and she knew it.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she stands a bit straighter before cocking one leg at the knee and tilting her head a little to the side as she regarded him. “Must you keep bringing it up?” She queried; not even bothering to specify as to what, precisely, she was referring. She knew she did not need to, for it was still salient enough within both of their minds that the events of Dubrillion could remain unspoken.
But there was in Harnan’s heart a still deeper shadow. Illaria had grown to understand it. Intimately. She had witnessed the horror of this darkness and could not forget it. Now she knew who he truly was, just how much out of his control this was.
Reaching out to him, the Shapeshifter tentatively places a hand on his chest, her eyes following her movements before returning to meet his gaze. “I have forgiven it and I have forgiven you.” She moves closer to him, the scent of everlilies growing as her proximity to him decreased. “But this….this, I will not so easily forgive.” Using her free hand, she brushes her sable bangs from her eyes and looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time that night. “I know you have needs, I cannot punish you for that.”
With a small curl of her lips and a slight shake of her head, she continues in a softer tone of voice. “No, I really cannot.” Pulling the zeyd-cloth of her mantle across her body, Illaria rests her free hand atop her stomach. “But.” Her eyes narrow and the Shapeshifter’s whole demeanor appears to change, her gaze hardening as her tone of voice grew cold. “If you are planning to use her to fulfill those needs, then do it out of my sight.” She practically growls at him. “I do not want to know about it and I do not want to see it. Any of it.” As she spoke, the hand that had been resting on his chest went from tracing fingers gently across his skin to a balled up fist just resting there.
Exhaling sharply, the Shapeshifter pauses to recompose herself before beginning anew in a slightly more pleasant tone this time, albeit through gritted teeth. “You will train her. I will test her. If she passes and survives, then she becomes one of us. If she fails, then well….” Illaria leaves the remainder of her sentence unspoken. It did not need to be voiced aloud and while not meant as a threat, it was mere statement of the fact that should Kary not pass her tests, she would perish.
Truthfully, Illaria did not care what Harnan did or did not do with the girl. She would tolerate it. She would tolerate Kary. She really held no ill will toward the woman, but her behaviour was another matter. “I suggest you first teach her some respect or I will begin by removing her tongue.” Illaria did not make threats to others; she did not need to when she only made promises. “And then it will be a different body part for every transgression that follows. Are we clear?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 11:52:16 GMT -8
She detested Mr Sadism already, truly detested him. Not only did he appear to be a real asshole but he seemed to embrace and delight iin the fact. Just the mere sight of that arrogant expression on his face put her on edge. He needed to loosen up, he needed to loosen up alot! He had been nursing that same drink for the entirety of their visit but seemed to be enjoying sitting and judging far more than enjoying a social drink with his friends, at least that was how Kary was seeing it.
Holding up her hand to the bar she signalled the barkeep for another round of drinks. Kary knew she would be unable to continue for much longer at the pace of which she had been drinking but the dynamics of the group confused her greatly whilst at the same time, they all seemed to acting in a way that put her on edge. There was much being said between them with very little spoken, it was communicated through looks, tones as well as inappropriate touching, such as it was that Kary felt that she was the only one who was unaware of what was really happening between them all.
Whilst Mr Musky teased her with her saber, she chuckled and gave him a playful shoulder barge before taking it back . She shook her head and pulled her belt free from her pile of sodden clothes and secured it around her waist before clumsily clipping her saber to it. She was still playing the game despite it becoming all the more dangerous now, not only was her judgement becoming more impaired with every sip of her ale, but the way he had acted back in the refresher had increased his appeal tenfold. The muskiness, the long hair, the body, his forceful nature and the sniffing of the panties was all far too tempting. In reality, from the moment he had grabbed her wrist roughly, she was putty in his hands. She was still surprised at herself that she had managed to stop herself in the refresher and leave without pouncing upon him.
Still she had to push those thoughts from her mind for, despite Illarias words, she could feel her chest and cheeks flushing at the memories of it all. She finished her drink without taking a break and simply smiled at Illaria. There was nothing more to be said. They had both made their feelings for each other known.
As Illaria rose Kary readied herself and did not let her gaze leave her, there was something that she could not quite pick up on, something about her manner that was just off, though she felt Harnan was going to be on the receiving end of her wrath though why, she did not understand.
Kary had, in her ale addled brain, concocted the best way she could think of to deal with the situation that was playing out before her and began to put her plan into action.
Right in this very moment she was sat there feeling extremely awkward, more so when Harnan got up and left with Illaria for she was left at the table with Mr Charisma himself!
Thankfully the server had arrived with yet another tray of drinks, this time it was Kary who unloaded them from the tray and placed them on the table before her. Lifting her glass she began to enforce her plan, she drank half of the contents of her fresh glass. It was then that she had probably the worst idea she had ever had, she knew it was but there was something inside her that overrode all common sense she had...Ale.
Mr Sadism had got her back up and she wanted to force him to loosen up.
She took his fresh drink and walked around the table to him with it, she placed it before him and then she did something really stupid!
Placing her right hand on his shoulder she looked down at him with a devilish grin upon her face, she then lifted her bare right leg and swung it over his lap before placing her left hand upon his right shoulder. She then lowered herself down straddling him now, she rocked her hips slightly as she did so, turned to the table while gripping the back of his neck with her left hand and lifted his unfinished glass with her right.
Turning back to him she smiled.
You are not drinking enough.
Lifting the glass to her lips she took a small mouthful, leant forward upon him and pressed her lips to his and tried to part them and release his drink into his mouth.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 30, 2016 12:08:32 GMT -8
What ever he was expecting, what ever he had thought was about to happen, her next actions were not it. She could have hit him, exploded at him, even just dealt with him with her hands. Any of those things, he would have understood. But this. This was far from anything he expected as a reaction from her. He hung his head in that moment, a sense of shame unlike anything he had felt since that night on Dubrillion washed over him in that moment
I'm sorry... I have no excuse that you have not heard before...
Indeed, he had explained himself a lot since that night. It was like he had managed to hold the darkness back all those years, and then, with one moment, it had been unleashed. The blood gates had burst open, and nothing he could do was enough to shut them. Being with Illaria at certain times was enough to stem the flow, and make it manageable. But he knew it was no permanent fix, and sometimes being with her only made things worse. As she rested her hand upon his chest, he moved his right hand atop hers. Her reaffirmation that she had forgiven him and it, stinging him like before. He lifted his gaze to meet hers then
I do not deserve your forgiveness, and it certainly does not either... You should hate it. Despise it. Rebuke its very existence. And yet you do none of those things. When you should remain away from me, you move closer...
His hand moved from hers in that moment. As the topic moved to that of Kary and his desires for her, he paused a moment. For even he was not entirely sure what exactly his intention was with the woman. Perhaps only time would tell what he intended to do with and use her for. But what ever it was, was to be done when Illaria was not around. It was a strange moment, as they both seemed to struggle with their feelings for one another. And yet, at the same time, Illaria was giving him permission.
It was then, that the conversation took something of a turn. It was quickly becoming quite apparently that Harnan had just taken on a new student, whether he meant to or not. On the one hand, he had trained Atlantia quite well so far. On the other hand, their brothers seemed quite busy with other tasks. Meaning he was really the only one left who could handle this. He nodded to her then, knowing exactly what her unspoken words implied. He turned his head slightly then to regard Kary in that moment, as another round of drinks arrived. Well, this was certainly going to be some work ahead for him
Don't worry, I'll handle it... I always do, don't I? I mean, Atlantia turned out pretty well, all things considered...
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 31, 2016 2:59:44 GMT -8
Was that a challenge? Something in Lincoln’s gaze was posing that question when Illaria had told him that it was a privilege that he had to earn to be under her, or on top of her, or even any other ways he deemed fit. Though that wasn’t something he was even considering for the time being as Harnan’s earlier comment had halted all of his lingering thoughts of what could be if Lincoln’s relationship with Illaria changed all of a sudden. Not that he would even have a reason to go that far, it wasn’t as if he was lusting about her like Harnan did most of the time. Deep down, if he was really honest with himself, once? Or twice? Why not. Illaria just had that way of appealing in those desires…
A tabled conception for the time being especially when Lincoln was more looking at the what could potentially happen next after Harnan’s newest play thing had said to Illaria.
And there it was, although it wasn’t the reaction he was quite expecting, a big part of him would have preferred that Illaria taught Harnan’s play thing her place but alas, that may certainly happen another day, if not tonight. For the time being, Lincoln was just back to his unconcerned and unimpressed demeanor although his muscles were still tense, and slowly relaxing but that was until he noticed that Harnan’s Play Thing stood up after Harnan had gone after Illaria.
Only Lincoln’s eyes moved in Karyan’s direction and still he didn’t move an inch for now awaiting for Karyan’s move, but she really seemed to be having something in mind, and that wasn’t something he wanted to be part of at all. His eyes darkened in reaction to her touching him, to her laying her hands on him and he slightly bore his teeth in response especially when she made a move to sit on his lap, and she had his drink in hand…
Lincoln just looked at her with disgust, irritation, and even transgression. He was building up the Force inside of him to get her off of him but what she did next, Lincoln found that perfect opening, he’d have her writhe in pain mentally than physically. With a cynical smirk on the corner of his lips, before she even approached her mouth to his, he lifted his hand in between them at lips level and created a barrier with the Force right in front of her lips to keep the mouthful of Meltdown right there.
With Harnan’s Play Thing already intoxicated from the looks of it, Lincoln wouldn’t find that much resistance… Moving his free hand to her hand at the back of his neck, Lincoln just looked at her mischievously with a darkened expression. “How about you drink up, and let me see what is brewing in your mind, Harnan’s Play Thing…” His voice was low and sinister, and as he said that, he still kept a hold on the Force to her mouth and even made her lift her chin up so she could swallow that mouthful, not giving her a chance to spit it out for the barrier was still maintained right there and him holding her hand at the back of his neck was just to prevent her from leaving…
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 2:03:40 GMT -8
Kary was enjoying this little game. The attitude he had been displaying toward her and everything in general had bought out a side of her she did not recognise, it was very childlike. Since he had been acting in such an arrogant manner, Kary wanted to push him, there were no other motive other than to purposely annoy him.
His expressions did not go unnoticed, of anything they spurred her on all the more. She wanted to make him all the more uncomfortable so his reactions had no affect. Perhaps, had she been sober, she would have thought more rationally and not acted in such a foolish manner, she would not have even followed through with such a ridiculous plan in the first place, let alone pushed through once having seen his reactions.
In her drink addled mind as Linc bought his hand up between them, Kary honestly thought he was going to grope her. She did not lust after him nor did she want him touching her, but it was all game and she had planned to allow it. Had she been sober she would have reacted upon instinct and prepared for force use, but that was not the case in this instance.
In her state of mind she had no idea what was happening, as far as she was aware she was in control, it was not until she felt the pressure upon her mouth that she realised quite what was happening. It took too long for her to truly understand what he was doing so she did nothing, her eyes widened as she looked at him in shock, even still when he forced her chin up she did nothing for her brain seemed 10 steps behind what was actually happening. She swallowed the drink and took a deep breath.
She was still trying to understand what he had meant by looking inside her mind when she began to feel very strange, it was as if time slowed and the world around her seemed to bend. It was the most scary feeling, she felt off balance in more ways than she could ever possibly imagine or explain. Yet despite hating it she felt almost superhuman as if she could fly, as if she could do anything.
Her breaths became shallow and rapid as did her heart beat, she felt totally out of control.
Her gaze was dancing all over the room for she seemed to be unable to settle on one thing for more than a few seconds. She turned back to Mr Sadism while awaiting some explanation when she gave a yell of fear.
The hand that had been placed on her shoulder was bought swiftly back and was now resting on the table behind her, she began attempting to pull her left hand free from his neck in order to free herself from his being entirely and flee. Her breathes became so rapid she felt she were going to pass out or have a heart attack for it was not Mr Sadism that she was looking at, it was the dead face of Elias.
She bought herself to her feet and kicked out at the table behind her causing the drinks to fall and spill, so much was her desperation and fear.
She closed her eyes and shook her head before opening them once more, she was hoping that once she had reopened them Elias would be gone, but this was not to be, there he was still pale, expressionless and dead. Those cold dead eyes were staring back at her.
Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat and she felt cold and clammy to the tough, had it been any other face, her reaction may not have been so bad, but to see the face of the man whose death had caused her such pain was beyond anything she was capable of coping with. Still even now she was running from the grief of his death and all the pain that followed it, so to see him now, it was quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened to her.
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Aug 3, 2016 12:16:54 GMT -8
From irritation to delight, Lincoln’s demeanor suddenly did change when he noticed in fact that Harnan’s Play Thing had swallowed that mouthful of Meltdown. His attention solely focused onto her, still holding on her hand not allowing her to leave just yet, for after all, his first glimpse into her mind was of no importance to him, that was just what he would describe a mild high, the uninteresting facet of a psyche that he was all too familiar with when consuming a Meltdown. Though the difference between he and Harnan’s Play Thing, he was used to that drink, and he barely felt the effects after a single drink. Unlike her it seemed…
Smirking mischievously when he noticed that her breaths were rapidly increasing, this was exactly the after effects that he had been waiting for. He didn’t need to move, he didn’t even need to influence her mind to get her to that point she was in now, the drink, the narcotics contained in that drink was doing the trick for him, and he didn’t even need to lift a single finger. No, all he did right now was to hold onto her hand on his neck tighter as images of a person finally materialized on her mind.
That’s a start indeed, and that certainly made him smirk faintly, until finally that bloodied up face of the man Harnan’s Play Thing was seeing, was surprisingly someone Lincoln did recognize. What that dead figure brought to Karyan was unsurprisingly to Lincoln enough for him to know and understand what made Karyan squirm. What a tragic irony for her to be facing Lincoln who had faced that dead man in Karyan’s mind a while ago.
Pondering a moment on what to do, actually Lincoln had seen enough and just stood up from his seat and released her hand at the same time. “That was quite a show,” Lincoln said with an eerily dangerous tone as he slightly pushed Harnan’s Play Thing on her chest to make her sit back on the table. “Stop making a scene, it’s not that way he would want you to react around people.” Lincoln just stared at her darkly and briefly tilted his head on the side.
“By the way, try that trick again with me, you won’t like the ending. Just remember that I know now what it is you are afraid of, Play Thing…” Lincoln’s voice had taken a darker note, and he did not even consider right now to actually help her out, not when she had brought this upon herself…
Though, in the corner of his mind, Lincoln was also, in a way, reveling in that discovery that Harnan’s Play Thing and himself both knew that dead man, a man that he had himself killed a while ago because of something he had acquired…
Smirk on the corner of his lips, Lincoln briefly glance to his side seeing Harnan and Illaria talking there, but actually did nothing whatsoever when it came to Karyan and just picked up a glass of water from the passing waiter and placed that next to the woman, at least. That done, he sat back on his seat as if nothing whatsoever had happened...
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Aug 3, 2016 13:28:14 GMT -8
The Force was more than light or dark. All the while, the galaxy was entrenched in a war that fought the dark with light. The Sith with the Jedi. They were abstract concepts of darkness and lightness made manifest in reality. Interlocking chevrons of ivory and obsidian. Light interlocked with dark. Yet amidst the contrasting shades of white and black lay the space in between—a sliver of shadow, formless and indistinct. Therein lay the nature of the Knights of Ren, the shadow that was theirs to inhabit. Whatever they were before, they were now the Knights of Ren. Not Sith. Not Dark Jedi. Not Jedi. It was a distinction so obvious, yet often overlooked.
The Force is not an ally to those that claim to serve its will. The will of the Force is a flowing current. You can follow or fight it, but it will always exist. Nor is the Force a slave to those that possess the gift to perceive its fluxes and leverage the resulting power for their own gain. The Force is a paradox. It empowers and imprisons. It destroys and unites. It binds the galaxy together, and tears people apart.
The hearts of sentient beings hold shadows far darker than any cosmic entity. Gifted with the power to surpass even the Force's own destructive properties. As such, it often means explorations of the darkest corners of one’s consciousness, absent guidelines or a map by which to navigate. Thrown blindly into the darkness as the Knights of Ren often were, all they could do was surrender to the Force and trust that it would serve as their compass.
Such was the philosophy by which the first Knight of Ren lived.
The Force tried to tear Harnan and Illaria apart, but she stoutly refused to allow it. Part of her wondered for a split second whether she should have surrendered and accepted their severance. The shame she had since come to witness only served to strengthen her conviction that something far beyond Harnan and even she, was responsible for his actions over Dubrillion. He was rendered blameless at the end of the day. But only a fool believed their future was held in the stars and not their hands. This led Illaria to believe that while the will of the Force truly did surround them, speaking to her in melodic tones and manifest in singularities of colour, it needed a commander.
The fact that Illaria did not hold Harnan responsible for his actions was telling, but also an ill omen for that which was to come. The Master of the Knights of Ren would see to it that she were destined to look into the face of a thousand suns, stripped by the solar wind, and lost in the maelstrom. It was as if she knew before anyone else that one era was ending and another was beginning.
It took her a long time to answer her fellow Knight of Ren and an even longer time for her to look him in the eyes. “If I were a coward then I would not have forgiven you.” The Shapeshifter said with a quiet conviction, her voice lowering as her attention wavered. Her words were a bit cryptic in nature; none would discern their true meaning, but rather only imagine that they understood. She, alone, knew it took courage to acknowledge the possible and fatal future that had quite suddenly become rather certain over Dubrillion. The probability that this one particular future became set in stone was slim to none a month or two ago, but now had crossed the realm from highly unlikely to inescapable.
As Harnan moved away from her, Illaria proved his point by only moving closer, completely ignoring his quip about Atlantia. Her priorities were obviously different and when she looked up into his eyes, her mouth tightened at the corners as she raised her chin. “Would you rather I remain at a distance from you? That I hate you? ….despise you for what you did? For what you may have done?” The Shapeshifter’s voice does not waiver, but it is elegant to convey her detachment and frosty as if she is trying not to feel—choking back every emotion that this evoked. “You are a killer, a destroyer of worlds, a commanded executioner of all. Much like me.” As she speaks, Illaria looks down and reaches out for his hand, grasping it as if to close the gaping immaterial chasm, which had developed between them after Dubrillion, by more physical means.
“We are slaved to the greatest killing engine in the known galaxy. It is our work, our life—to end others.” Looking up at him, her sapphire eyes convey so much of the chaotic pod race of feelings she had experienced over the past month or so. “To destroy.” She says with some finality. “It just so happens that our sights were turned upon one another, not of our own choosing….so please tell me, shall I stay or shall I go?” It was an unspoken truth; if she went, she would never come back and never be found.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 5, 2016 2:09:17 GMT -8
Unlike Illaria, Harnan had no ability to view glimpses of the future and view what was yet to come to pass. Thus, when the beginnings of an ominous feeling had begun after Deralia, he had not taken lightly to it. He rarely had premonitions, with such feelings only happening on oncen or twice in the past. Things had come to a head upon Dubrillion, when he had felt the darkness take control. Since then, his feeling had only grown stronger. Part of him suspected that Illaria perhaps knew something. But he had no intention of asking her, since she had stated she would not tell him what she saw.
However, it did not entirely bother him. He was quite certain something dark was about to happen. He just had no idea of how much time was left until such a thing happened. It could be days, weeks, months, or even years. At any moment, it could all change. If he knew how long was left, he would be sure to make the most of that time with her. Even now, as some greater power conspired to part them, he always fought to be with her.
As she replied to his comments, he knew he had lost. Perhaps it would take a coward to have not forgiven him. But at the same time, she had every right to not forgive his actions, that it had inflicted upon her. Either way, she had made her choice, further proven as she moved closer when he had moved away a little.
His gaze met hers then, and he felt his resolve waiver. He knew the answers he should have given to her questions, but they caught in his throat as he looked at her now. And then, as her hand grasped his, he felt his entire world shrink down to just that moment. Everything else that was going on around them faded away in that moment, as his fingers intertwined with hers and grasped her hand tightly. His free hand moved to the side of her face then, cupping her cheek as he held her gaze.
If he had any wish, it would have been for that moment to never end. To spend eternity like that alone with Illaria. All she would need do is say the word, and he would run away with her and leave the Knights behind. They would spend the rest of their days on the run, pursued by hunters, but so long as he was with her, he would have done it happily. His thumb gently moved across her cheek as she finished speaking and asked her question
I know the answer that I should give... The one that makes the most sense... But you have always seen the best in me Illaria. For all that I have done, and may ever do... You are the one thing tethering me here, keeping me as I am. To lose that, would be to lose myself. To lose all that I have become or ever could be. You are the light that helps me fight back the darkness. If you were to ever leave, then I would lose that fight a whole lot faster. And I would have to have Lincoln do the one thing I could control then, and that would be to choose when I died... I love you, I always will, no matter what happens. And if I thought you would agree for even a moment, I would ask you to run away with me right now. But I know your answer already. All that I ask Illaria, is that no matter what I may say to the contrary, that you remember that I do not ever want to you to ever leave...
He then moved his hand from her cheek then, his hold upon Illaria's hand remaining as he felt a nagging feeling through the force. He turned his attention then, upon the scene unfolding back at their table. Lincoln was relaxing back into his seat acting like all was swell, whilst Kary was writhing in pain, or fear, upon the surface of the table. His gaze drifted across the scene, noticing the Meltdown in Lincoln's hand. He didn't take long to assume what had happened there. He turned towards the barkeep then, the silent exchange between them enough for the man to know what to do next. As the patrons started filing out when the barkeep announced The Fingered Inn was closed, Harnan lead Illaria back to the table, her hand still held in his until the last moment. He let it go as he placed both hands atop the table surface and looked across at Lincoln
You've had your fun, but enough is enough. She's mine now...
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 13, 2017 6:21:49 GMT -8
*Darth Seth and Two Black masked bounty hunters riding on speeder bikes entered the city, zooming around and inbetween the traffic,the 3 riders made their way to the outskirts of the city, where Darth Seth had brought a warehouse, a few apartment building and a few small business, the riders stopped in front of a small Bar called "The Way" , a gathering place for bounty hunters a black market traders of rare goods, Darth Seth used places like this to gather information and artifacts from all over universe, he also knew Turlon would need a drink. As he entered the Bar a few bounty hunters looked at him, the Bartender was a well built human man of mix origins who was missing an eye, he was cleaning a glass but stop to signal a waitress as Darth Seth sat in a booth in the back corner, one of the black masked bounty hunters he entered with sat at the Bar, the other sat at a table to the far right of Darth Seth and Lit up a cigar, both had been trained to heighten their hearing, and persuade with the force, neither was strong enough to wield, but for the task of gathering information and acting the part of bodyguards they were well suited, Darth Seth ordered a whiskey as he waited for Turlon
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