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Post by Vasari on Oct 17, 2019 19:25:45 GMT -8
Vasari smiled finding Ifrit so close and tilted her head down and to the side slightly as if blushing when he touched her cheek. But she didn't blush though it would have been difficult for anyone but him to even tell if she had or not - still the gesture remained. It was a practiced thing, like she had spent all of her life building a facade to show people watching how she felt or why she felt that way. She then realized that she was doing it by rote and shook her head slightly as if to banish the gesture and looked back up to Ifrit.
"I dont want you to think I've come to take advantage of you... hence the gifts of course. And perhaps I did wish to enjoy your company, I so little of it on Pzob..."
She looked over at the bags when he asked about them, passing over the obvious remark about her supposed future state of undress and then raised herself from the seat and moving over to one of the bags. She lifted up and moved over to the table and opened it up and produced three very large books from it before tossing away the empty bag. Then she pulled up the other bag and took two more books and a smaller journal from them placing them next to the other, then from the bottom she produced two very short black skirts, three bolts of armorweave cloth she used for her breast-wraps, a few pairs of black panties one purple pair she shoved quickly back into the bag, and a purple garter which she held in her hands for a bit as if wondering why she brought it, then laid it down on her skirts before finally reaching into the bag and pulling out a medium sized velvet bag. She took the bag, the the journal and moved down the table where the bundle she had had strung over her shoulder was laying. She unbound the bundle and pulled from it a Zhaboka which she gently laid upon the table and a spare cloak which she hung over the back of a nearby chair next to her assembled clothing. She put the bundle wrap by the two bags and the collected the journal and the velvet back before making her way back over to Ifrit where she sat back down in front of him and opened the bag setting it on her lap for her Ifrit to study. It contained about twenty Diamonds of various shapes and cuts, and 4 blood diamonds. She giggled a little and looked back up at him. She pulled out the blood diamonds and set them aside before handing him the bag of gems.
"A few cloths, a few gifts, but mostly books... I didn't lie to you... I do enjoy my books."She exhaled a little looking back over the clothing as if considering her options then reached up and slowly began to unwrap herself from the bandage that covered the wound and her breasts - the action was almost casual as she continued to talk."There is something that i would like to discuss with you first however... back then, you offered to train me, to teach me your magic and to further my studies in Sorcery. Would you still be willing to do so?"She finished unwrapping herself revealing the dark wound cutting one of her Sith Tattoos in half. It was placed above her third and below her fourth rib and was three inches in length. The skin was scabbed but barely, and hints of blood remained upon the wound giving the impression that it still opened from time to time. There was another scar on the other side of her body, but it had healed rather well, and there was another of the same type across her back. The three wounds marred her otherwise flawless skin and the tattoos that covered every inch of her body even the most sensitive parts. She reached down and picked up the journal waiting for him to finish with the bag before she moved on to what was in the journal.
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 17, 2019 21:52:37 GMT -8
He chuckled as she shook off her facade and talked about not wanting to take advantage of him. A small smirk tugging against his lips, perhaps enjoying the idea of her trying to take advantage of him. Then came the admission that she wanted to enjoy his company after their short interlude on Pzob I cannot deny that Pzob left me... wanting more... He chuckled briefly before Vasari rose up and started emptying the backpacks of their contents, starting to make herself at home within the apartment that would serve as her home for the next little while. He turned toward her then as she unloaded the books, velvet bag, Zhaboka, and several pieces of clothing. Letting out a slightly louder laugh then, when she produced the purple pair of underwear which she scrambled to place back away. His eye brow raising as he too examined the purple garter which she placed atop her other clothes. Part of him wondering if her packing had been somewhat slightly rushed given her own confusion regarding some of her clothing items.
He took a seat on a nearby couch as she returned back over and retook her seat upon the foot rest stool. His attention focusing upon the velvet bag which she opened and removed 4 blood diamonds from as she giggled like a little school girl. He reached out then and accepted the bag, his hand dripping into it to move the Arkanian Diamonds about. A very exquisite gift indeed, and one he would certainly find a use for. Perhaps as a talisman or amulet of some kind. His gaze lifting up to met hers So it would seem you do enjoy your books... He closed the bag back up as Vasari then started to casually remove the wrap covering her chest. Ifrit set the bag aside as Vasari kept speaking, posing a question to him then about whether he would still be willing to train her and further her studies in sorcery. As she finished unwrapping herself, he stopped he for a moment in her place. lifting her arm up with one hand, while running his other hand carefully across her side. Gently touching her ribs above and below the cut as he inspected the scab further and the traces of blood. He let out a hum as he lightly touched around the wound, feeling for any physical abnormalities around the edge of the wound. No doubt touching dangerously closer to her now exposed chest, but stopping short each time as he then looked up at her face. Not that he needed to, but they were idiosyncrasies that he had trained himself to follow so that people did not think he was necessarily being rude I did offer to train you, did I not? He removed his hand from her side, teasingly drawing it closer to her chest one last time before he did so. His grip upon her arm then releasing to allow her to lower it back to her side as he sat back, allowing Vasari to place the wrap aside and collect the journal she had brought over. Indeed, Ifrit was well aware of how unblemished her skin was save for the three scars that marked her chest, and just how extensively her tattoo's covered every inch of her skin. Having long ago seen all of Vasari on Pzob even while she had remained clothed I am a man of my word, my dear... If you still wish to study with me, then I will teach you what I can. Free of charge of any further gifts. Your company will suffice... As long as that is ok with you?
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Post by Vasari on Oct 17, 2019 22:16:09 GMT -8
Vasari hesitated as he moved closer and lifted her arm. She found herself frozen in place as he inspected her, moved his hands over her ribs. She didn't wince or pull away in pain or embarrassment of the wound or her nakedness - she still had her skin tight pants on of course. Her stillness was perfect and absolute - the breaths she took were shallow and her body didn't move as a result of them. Her eyes were locked on his and she watched her carefully as he examined the wound, his hands roaming a bit more than they probably had to towards her breast - an action it would seem like she would perfectly ignore in her stillness. She heard his words but made no sign of acknowledging them until he pulled back his hands, caressing dangerously close to her breast. Her stillness remained until he was well pulled back from her bare skin. The wound itself was deep and the skin around it was dying faster than it was healing which had caused an infection that Vasari had spent months since the stabbing burning away with Ichor Lightning - cauterizing the wound in the process but that only lasted for a short amount of time while her body refused to heal itself.
"There are some things that I feel like books cannot teach me... and one thing specifically i do believe i will need your guidance on. A piece of magic I have found... ancient magic."
She rested her hands down gently on the journal that was now on her lap. Her fingers wrapped around the black leather binding that was worn with years of use and exposure to all sorts of elements - there was even some dried blood that refused to be cleaned off the cover and had stained the edges of the pages. She didn't push the journal on him this time, she held it close as she looked up at him and smiled softly changing the subject completely.
"How has the universe been treating you... you look well, and you feel as powerful as ever."She winked at him as she moved across the small space between them sitting by his side, her hands setting the journal aside as they moved across his chest tracing where the runes written across his chest were."If all you wish is my company, then you have it... I shall be curious and attentive while you tell me everything you've been through since we've parted."
She raised her legs up onto the couch beneath her and leaned against his chest her arm curling under her between their bodies so she could lean on it and still look up at him. The action also caused her nearest breast to not fully press up against him just brush gently at his body. She studied the demon's face and the horns that adorned his head, much longer than her own, but he did only have the two of them, where she had a good many more adorning her skull like a crown - all perfectly polished and sharpened short, while he had allowed his to grow long - a symbol to many of his prowess to keep them so. At least that is how it would be seen by Iridonian's. The longer horns were the more skill the person had to keep them that way during battle. It was a rare part of her culture, one that wasn't really practiced anymore, but the thought made her smile as she looked them over, biting her lip self consciously she looked back down to his eyes - attentive.
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 19, 2019 16:49:54 GMT -8
Ifrit mentally took note of the wound, feeling the rapid rate of decay and attempts to cauterize it to try and slow it down. His attention quickly turning then to the information Vasari was teasingly feeding him about some ancient magic he might be able to help her with. His attention shifting toward the journal as the Zabrak woman rested her hands upon it. Half expecting her to open it or move the topic of discussion toward the spell. But then she rather rapidly shifted the direction of the conversation, asking how the universe had been treating him. Her wink not going unnoticed before she moved over and sat next to him. Cuddling her half naked form up against his chest, her fingers playfully tracing the runes as she spoke of being curious and attentive.
His right arm slid around Vasari, holding her close against him as she practically laid upon him as she pulled her legs up beneath her. Her body ever so gently pressing against his as he turned his face down to meet her waiting gaze. Noting her slightly slip toward his horns, before looking at where his green glowing eyes were. He let out a playful sigh, before smiling down at her. His right hand curling around to brush against her cheek Where would I even begin... Admittedly recounting the tale was not what I had in mind when I said your company would suffice, but... I shall keep it brief. The details of it are quite long and entirely too boring given our current situation... He let out a chuckle then I spent a bit of time building up my forces here on Sullust, training and making myself stronger... Managed to find some like minded darksiders that did not entirely agree with the Sith methods and teachings, which resulted in me founding the Dark Jedi Order... Since then, I've been busy running the Order and training some new students... Though I imagine you'll be much more fun than the others have been...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 19, 2019 17:22:48 GMT -8
Vasari watched his eyes as he studied her; her movements, her body, what unseen mysteries his sight picked up around the flowing dark aura that now surrounded her presence within the force. When he began to speak she was the perfect audience, attentive and curious in equal parts but knowing when not to ask questions. He seemed to summarize the highlights probably not wanting to bore her, and without her mind attempting to glean anything that might slip through the cracks of his own like she would have been doing if this conversation had taken place last they had met - she couldn't see what he wasn't saying - where he was holding back - save by his body language which at the moment bored on relaxed but something was holding him back. Even as he casually draped his arm around her half naked body and pulled her closer against his chest - her breasts pressing fully against his muscled frame now - there seemed to be something nagging at him. She chose not to walk down that road, they hadn't seen each other in years and even then with the small exception of him literally carrying her from the dark temple on Pzob they hadn't spent much time together.
"Oooo Jedi..."She teased scratching at his bare chest with her slightly sharpened nails."I've been imagining the entire way here what sort of company the 'demon of Sullust' kept beneath the fiery surface of this barren world..."the excited and attentive features of her face she had been accenting during the build up suddenly and abruptly disappeared and all that remained on her expression was perfect boredom and disinterest as she finished her trail of thought. "But.... Jedi? No wonder you looked so excited to see me, Reshi!"
She laughed then, not at him... more at her own joke and herself as she nuzzled against his bulky frame attempting to get comfortable, her horns scratching lightly at his chest as she did so. There was a dual meaning to the joke she had told - the obvious of course... but during her first mission to Kessel she had met a very interesting Jedi that had changed much of her perspective upon the universe for a long while. No one but Luxeria knew of her of course but it still brought amusement to her heart thinking of the comparison, and that typically most Sith would have a similar opinion. The irony might have been lost on him, but she saw it clear as day.
"You know, yes, i do think i would be a better student than most of the ravel you find yourself mired by."
Her hand returned to tracing the runes on his chest, not with her nails this time but with the palms of her fingers, her touch soft and soothing as she lulled herself down from the momentary excitement. Her eyes went distant for a short amount of time, looking at him, feeling his heart beating beneath his breast with only the simple touch, and then her thoughts turned inward and she felt her own mismatched heart beat against the rhythm of his. It didn't feel right, nothing about it felt right... but with the two of them beating opposite one another she almost felt whole... the drum beat was there again and she moved closer against him not wanting to be parted from that feeling, but suddenly realizing that she almost lay completely atop him now. She didn't pull back, just looked up at him with half lidded eyes and spoke in a tone that was much softer than the conversational one she had been using only moments ago.
"Anything else... on your mind?"
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 19, 2019 20:59:56 GMT -8
His heart beat increased slightly as he felt her breasts and body press up against his chest. Despite how close they were, he felt quite at ease with her. A strange feeling given his recent escapades and developments in his life. Perhaps it was her more playful attitude and tone, or maybe he just felt he could be at ease and not on guard given they were all but alone out here on Sullust. Away from much of his responsibilities and the complications they brought.
He raised his eyebrow questioningly at her as she scratched at his bare chest as she seemed to use the term Jedi like it was some kind of curse word. His hand trailed lightly down her back then as she spoke of wondering what sort of company he kept here and sounding like Ifrit cavorted with current Jedi. He chuckled as she seemed to misunderstand the situation. Something he intended to explain as he brought his left hand up to grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger Not true Jedi... Merely a term to incense and make mockery of that order that I once called home... We are darksiders, just not Sith... But yes, I have been in need of some good company... Plus, it has been far too long since I last saw you, so of course I was... or well am excited to see you... A sly smile forming then as she nuzzled against his chest, feeling the scratching of her horns, but the pain being mitigated by the protective barrier that his runes produced. A soft chuckle escaping him then as she stated she would be a better student then the ravel he was mired by. All too aware of her positioning, his arm wrapping further around her to keep her close against him. Pulling her gently into his lap then as he kept his face looking down upon her. A sense of relaxation and comfort washing more and more over him. His heart starting to race a little more at how close they were now. His hand sliding from her chin to cup her cheek, his expression softening into a smile Nothing worthy of concern.... I'm glad you're here Vasari...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 19, 2019 21:53:01 GMT -8
Vasari arched her back under his touch causing his hand to fall perhaps a little lower down the curve of her back than he had intended. The feline motioned seemed almost natural from her, and the wounds on her body did little to compromise her natural flexibility and control of body. A devious smile came to her lips as he fell for her ploy to rile him up and when he took her by the chin to properly educate her on what he meant by 'jedi' she did her best to appear the properly chastised student... all the while hiding deviance and mischief behind her eyes.
"If you want to discuss politics and theology find another student..."She called out pulling her chin from his grasp and nipping at his fingers with sharp quick teeth. An easy smirk crossed her lips."The Living Force takes precedence over all... dont you feel it's current?"
As if to accent her point she pressed her breasts fully against Ifrit's chest, feeling, hearing, and sensing the elevation in his heartbeat that opposing drumbeat that drew her closer to him. The sound was comforting, and she didn't feel half empty anymore next to that sound. Her hand pressed against his chest right over his heart and tilting her body a little as he pulled her up onto his lap she took hold of his hand and brought it bold as daylight against her right breast pressing it firmly over the sensitive flesh so he could feel her own heartbeat underneath. She looked him dead in the eyes, all playfulness gone from her expressions. Their heartbeats mismatched off each other beating one and then the other in perfect disorder as the waves and currents of the living force passed between their bodies connecting them in ways she could see clearly.
She had only tried to explain the currents of the force to Luxeria, over dinner on Coruscant, it had led to a mind game they played with one another, and on the staff and guests as well, but Luxeria seemed to grow frustrated with it. She was too much a student of the Unifying Force whether she realized it or not, too caught up in what she believed to be her destiny to ever really live in the moment. Vasari on the other hand was a creature of pure instinct, never far into the future, and hardly lingering on the past she lived her life to the mismatched drumbeat kept in time by her own beating hearts... and since Dathomir until now she hadn't been able to see it, to feel it. Until now in this moment so near Ifrit's beating heart to play counter to her own she had only felt half alive.
"Dont you feel... this?"
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 19, 2019 23:32:13 GMT -8
Ifrit was unphased as Vasari arched her back, causing his hand to travel lower down her back. He teasingly ran his hand closer to her ass then, fully using the opening she had given him to do so. He chuckled then, when she nipped at his finger as she countered back at him to find another student for such discussions. Feeling little more than a bit of pressure when her sharpened teeth had bit down upon his finger. He had been about to answer her question though, but before he could form any words, Vasari had pressed her beasts up against his chest. His heart shifting its beat once again as Vasari pressed her body closer against his chest. Feeling the chaotic unity their offset heart beats created. Her hand splayed out across his chest over his heart then, before he felt her grab his left hand and press it against her right breast. His hand enveloping the sensitive flesh to better feel the single heartbeat within her chest. His sight allowing him to see the bonds passing between them that strengthened in that moment, drawing them closer.
His green glowing gaze settled upon her stern look, as she stared up at him in that moment. His smile disappearing briefly as he listened and felt the Force flow between them. He had never been one to subscribe to the Unifying Force's ideals of pre-determined fates. Even when he had been a Jedi, it seemed a foolish notion that some cosmic power or being had written out what you would be and that you would ascend to that destiny. He had challenged that notion every moment of his life, and had instilled such ideals of the Living Force within the Dark Jedi Order. Any man fool enough to bask in some supposed destined glory quickly found themselves dead. He let out a slow breath as he cupped Vasari's cheek, slowly drawing her face up toward him, as he lowered his face toward her Not only do I feel the Living Force, I see it in everything, everyday... Just as I see and feel this, between us... He brought his face dangerously close to hers then, before stopping. His hand no longer pulling Vasari toward him, instead letting her make the decision to close the distance that remained. He wanted to make sure that she felt what he felt then, instead of forcing a decision upon her
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Post by Vasari on Oct 20, 2019 9:41:23 GMT -8
The moment was short lived, but within it the peace and balance she had striven to maintain her entire life was there again, and it nearly took her breath away. She felt the demon's hand close over her breast - not a groping lewd gesture but one made as intended to feel the unity their two bodies shared - for her it was more pleasurable in that moment than a night filled with wanton lovemaking and her thoughts were no where else but within that feeling. She was brought out of the deep feeling by a subtle but meaningful touch to her cheek, and she blinked her vision returning to the present and found Ifrit had drawn her closer and she could feel the warmth of his breath upon her lips and see more closely than ever the fire behind his green 'sightless' eyes.
Her body half curled in on itself in a soft submissive gesture, her hands softly moving up his chest and neck to his face, her fingertips touching softly at his lips as they two of them hung there - suspended by the drumbeat of their hearts - but the moment her fingers touched his lips her sight went black and a series of images began to flash across her mind's eye: Vasari kissing Luxeria beneath Vader's castle to form a mental link to pull her from the shadows - a very different kiss shared in a Coruscanti hotel room, the memory of her lips as Vasari watched her lick them almost passively as she attempted to focus on something, Luxeria in an unknown training yard covered in shadow from her sight.
Vasari's eyes narrowed at the memories... visions... whatever they were, they were in the past and centering her feelings on them pulled her from the currents of the force and she lost touch of the drumbeat once again. The look from ifrit's perspective would be one changing from soft submission to harsh determination and a half second later her fingers moved up his cheek and raked back down as she drew his face into her own closing the distance between their lips in the span of a breath. The feeling of the kiss was unlike anything that Vasari had experienced before, but she was only half able to enjoy it battling her own mind into submission in the short space of moments until her lips came to life against his own deepening the kiss as she shifted to straddle his lap pressing herself fully against him.
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 20, 2019 22:14:11 GMT -8
Ifrit held his breath for a moment, as her hands reached up to his face and touched his lips. He kept her held close, sensing the shift as the current of the Force no longer remained as smooth as it once had between them. He started to wonder if perhaps Vasari did not want this, did not feel the same connection he had felt in that moment of unity. But any such concerns were quickly pushed aside as he felt the woman's hands moved to his cheeks and pulled his face toward hers. Their lips meeting in a kiss that Ifrit felt like he had been waiting for since he had first met Vasari on Pzob. His hand shifted down from her cheek then, wrapping around behind her back to pull Vasari closer against his chest as she straddled his lap.
He pressed back against her lips, deepening the kiss. His right hand remained upon her breast, shifting his hold upon it to kneading the tender flesh. Letting himself get further and further lost within the moment. His mind turning away from the issues he had been dealing with lately, and focusing solely upon Vasari and what he wanted to do with her and to her in that moment
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Post by Vasari on Oct 21, 2019 12:00:50 GMT -8
Vasari did all she could to shut off any part of her mind that was distracting her from where she was. The here and now... her instincts had led her here of all places when she was strong enough to travel again and she was not going to start doubting herself now that she was here. The small zabrak woman wrapped her arms completely around the demon's neck holding herself to him tightly as their kiss deepened into another, and another. Her lips parted after the second and her tongue danced playfully against his lips requesting entry in a subtle and gentle way, but there was playfulness in the gesture as well. She moaned against his lips only a little when he began kneading at her breast, as a result her body growing a little more hot against him, and her nails scratched the back of his head and intertwined themselves into his black hair.
Her mind was a blank slate as she focused the entirety of her attention on the living force moving between them, the sections of her mind that had been lingering on Luxeria and the memories or visions she had been seeing since coming here finally quieted and when they did the physical reaction was noticeable. She visibly seemed to melt into his embrace as if she was giving herself over to him and everything he was thinking about doing - which Vasari at this point in time was completely oblivious to. She knew and felt nothing save for his lips on hers, and his hands on her body. A baseline crafted naturally by the living force. A foundation she would use on the blank slate that was her current mental state to rebuild mental prowess. It would be painful but rebuilding yourself after a defeat always was...
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 30, 2019 21:38:39 GMT -8
It was a moment of intense release, their kisses deepening beyond count. His grip tightening as he parted his lips to allow her tongue to probe further in, his tongue playfully pressing back to meet it. A smile forming as she moaned from his hand upon her breast. His hand drifting down to toy with the nub of flesh as he pulled her closer against his body as she suddenly melted against his being. His tongue pressing back against hers then, forcing it's way back past her lips. His hips shifting against her to relieve the discomfort caused from the growing sense of arousal he felt. His left hand drifted up along her back then, before resting upon the back of her head. His right hand slid down to lay upon her left hip. He pressed a line of kisses from her lips along her cheek and right to her ear then. His lips dancing upon her lobe as his breath came out and heavy as he whispered one word Vasari...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 30, 2019 22:17:20 GMT -8
Vasari's body was awash with new and sudden feelings, and for the first time in her entire life her mind was a blank slate and unable to process them, and so for the next several minutes she acted on pure instinct. When his tongue moved against hers she fought back, but only enough - when his hand teased at her nipple, she scratched against his chest, a nail raking against his - When his lips moved against her neck, her neck tilted and she bite down hard into his - and when his hand came to her hip and she felt a sudden swelling beneath her she rolled her hips against him as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a woman that had never been in this situation before. She was all instinct without hesitation or inhibition. Her hands were moving down his stomach perhaps with the intent to tease, perhaps with the intent to have him then and there but then the word touched her ears and she stopped, her name...
A sense of identity sparked in her mind a beginning a small solitary pool of water cased in stone - shallow with an unknown design just below the surface carved in opposing colored stone. The water of the pool was peaceful and calm and her name was like a droplet in the center sending ripples outward. Her mind had begun to rebuild itself - right now all it had was a name, but as the ripples moved outward her past returned to her. Coming to Iridonia, Her life at the Academy, Joining the Blackguard, Her first mission on Arkania, Luxeria... everything that had made up her life twisted and turned about her mind shifting consciously moving down one path and then another like a labyrinth surrounding the pool.
Her eyes shot open and she pushed hesitantly at Ifrit's chest, pushing herself back, more than pushing him away. Her eyes seemed unfocused and confused for a long moment until she was finally able to whisper a reply."Ifrit..."The tone was quiet and not exactly unsure, but... hesitant, as if she knew the position she was in was one of delicacy. Her fingers splayed out across his chest feeling his strength beneath his muscled body, but also feeling the presence of the force hug him like fitted glove. Something shifted beneath her and suddenly her skin grew hot and she flushed at the realization of what she was currently pressed against. She didn't pull back - she could feel her own bodies reaction to what was happening, and she had a perfect memory of how she had gotten to this point - just like always she was following the call of the Living Force.
"We should...umm..."Her head ducked down then, she didn't know what she was doing, her inhibitions had returned as her mind began to reshape itself and she was suddenly very unsure of her own body - and she froze looking up at him with the first hint of genuine shyness he would have seen from her since arriving here, and she waited for him to say something... or do something...
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Post by The Fallen on Nov 5, 2019 23:38:27 GMT -8
Ifrit was barely processing much of what was happening himself. Merely enjoying the comfort that came with the contact between him and Vasari. Each of them reacting to the other's motions, spurring on unending cycles of action and reaction. Kiss for kiss, touch for touch, bite for bite. His own hips rolling gently back against hers. His attention only vaguely aware of her hands moving down his stomach until they came to a stop. Pausing in his kisses as she pushed herself back from his chest then as her eyes shot open. He could sense the shift in her within the Force as she straddled his lap and the growing mound that she had been grinding against just moments ago. His hands remaining where they had been upon her hip and behind her head. Resting there but not forcing her any which way.
He sensed her hesitation as she sat there, sensed her bodies reaction to the position she was in as she still pressed a hand against his chest. A soft smile forming then as she ducked her head down, before looking back up at him and freezing. His left hand slid around from behind her head, before gently cupping her cheek. He could feel several forces pulling him in different directions as he smiled tenderly down at her. He did not want to force her into something that she no longer wanted. But at the same time, the urge to keep going kept threatening to drag him down. His hand upon her hip slid around behind Vasari's waist then, gently pulling her deeper into his lap as he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Before pulling back and holding his face a few inches from hers. His right eyebrow raising slightly in a questioning manner We should what, Vasari? Keep going? Go somewhere more private? He pressed his lips against hers then, in a soft, but quick kiss. His eyes dimming briefly before brightening once more as his face hovered just before hers once more What should we do?
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Post by Vasari on Nov 6, 2019 9:28:40 GMT -8
His movements were gentle and patient and she could tell that he was trying to let her set the pace for what was happening but she couldn't move, she couldn't think. She sat on his lap straddling him perfectly still until he pulled her in and kissed her forhead - then her posture sank a little as she relaxed against him. It felt good to have someones arms around her again, to feel the closeness of another living being, but now that her mind was starting to reshape itself and memories were starting to order themselves within the labyrinth of thought that was slowly forming she felt a pang of guilt for being close to him now. Before she could answer the questions he had put to her he was pulling her into another kiss and she barely had enough time to tell her lips to respond before he was pulling away again, asking her what they should do.
"I don't..."
She stopped herself, perfectly still once again in his arms. She was going to say "I dont know" but that isn't true, she knew they should stop, she wanted to pull away and give her mind time to reorder itself. One heart beat strongly still alive and needy... but the other ached, still in her chest and she felt a pang of guilt and sorrow over its recent loss. She pushed herself away from Ifrit then - her legs a little weak - which kept her from standing - instead she slid off him his lap and out of his arms onto the couch next to him. She crossed her arms over her chest more to hold herself with the sudden absence of his closeness than to hide herself from him. She suddenly became very aware how her actions would seem - she was sitting there with only a tiny skirt covering hardly enough to be modest and the rest of her body was hot and flushing with passion, and when she closed her legs under her she felt a wetness on her thighs - how did that get there? She ducked her head feeling a little ashamed and started to close her mind off to him, feeling the currents of the force that were pulling her back towards him. She shook her head and pulled herself out of the first current of the force - a trick she had learned studying quey-tek meditation. It was an ancient practice learned by sith lords to hide their dark influnce upon the force, if done properly it would remove them from the force completely. For Vasari that was not the intention and so her presence on the force was distorted, shadowed - an after effect however that would cause any attempt to see her through the force to be just as obscured - it would be like trying to see someone through a thick haze or dark smoke. When she finally found her voice she whispered.
"I'm sorry Ifrit... I can't do this right now..."Her voice was soft but she sounded more hurt by the words than apologetic."I dont know what is wrong with me..."
Her chest throbbed in pain as she felt a tear slip down her cheek. She moved to wipe it away ducking her head slightly and shifting onto something beneath her. She reached down and pulled the journal she had brought out from under her leg and held it tightly to her chest which would have obscured it from sight as well.
"We should... get to work..."
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Post by The Fallen on Nov 18, 2019 19:19:42 GMT -8
He made no move to stop her, when Vasari finally slid off of his lap onto the couch next to him. He did not want to make her do something she did not feel strongly enough to do right now. And as much as he felt a desire to be with her in that moment, it would do neither of them any good for him to force the matter. He gave a reassuring smile as she managed to tuck herself up on the couch. moving himself from the couch to take a knee in front of her. His considerable height meaning his face was still almost level with hers. Although she did her best to obscure herself within the Force, Ifrit was skilled enough to still recognize her outline and know where she was sitting. His hand reaching out to rest on the side of her cheek, while he leaned forward and kissed her forehead tenderly Don't be sorry, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your decision. Never believe that not wanting to do something is wrong, ok? He removed his hand from her cheek and remained knelt before her, as he noticed her reach down and gather the journal, before it disappeared around her chest area. He reached out his hand and carefully placed it against the cover of the book, giving her a nod of affirmation as she stated they should get to work. There was certainly much and more that Vasari wanted to do while she was here You're right... There is much to do. Let's start with this wound and your second heart. If we can manage to get you surviving through that, then we can worry about the rest of your to do list... He smiled toward her face again. He did not want her retreating back away, especially since it would make his work much harder, and nothing would be achieved I know it seems difficult, but I am here for you Vasari, and I will do everything in my power to help you. Ok?
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Post by Vasari on Nov 20, 2019 11:15:03 GMT -8
Vasari's mind began to sooth after a few moments being disconnected from the force, but like aways it felt wrong for her, and slowly she lowered herself back into the first current, she was aware of what she had done, but Ifrit did not seem to take notice, she wondered for a moment just what would happen if she gave herself fully to the meditative transe and attempted to hide from his sight - and if it would be successful or not. His hand touching her caused her to shift slightly almost pulling away but it came out as a subtle shift away from the touch, if not away from him. Then he kissed her forehead and she felt silly for doing such a thing. He was trying to comfort her for her choice but she barely heard him - everything around her right now was a blur - it always was whenever she lifted herself from the currents of the force, she felt wrong every time she tried to do it - and the feeling was worse when she performed the art for longer periods of time. His motions shifted and he touched the book she was holding to her bared breasts - the action caused her to pause a bit...
"The poison they used is gone, I'm not sure what Viox did... but it stabilized me. The wound still refuses to heal..."
She lowered the book as she felt the currents of the force weave around her - instantly making her feel better. She considered her position for a moment before looking up at Ifrit."Do we need to... go somewhere... do you want me to just..."She moved a little awkwardly motioning to the couch she was sitting on before just laying down on her back with the wound clearly exposed to Ifrit.
She exhaled softly raising her arms up over her head looking up at the ceiling exhaling and inhaling slowly. She wasn't exactly sure what Ifrit could have done, but she was going to let him look her over before offering her own take on the situation. She had worked in the Medica as an Acolyte but this wound was beyond her skill, she had barely been able to keep herself alive before Viox had found her in the dark of the academy library. She slowly worked to clear her mind, the shadowy pathways of the labyrinth seemed to solidfy itself as she began to walk the empty paths of the empty walls. Bookshelves materialized as she moved through her mind but as of yet they were all empty. She felt so lost it disappointed her. She opened her eyes unsure of much time had passed feeling even more out of place here than she had a moment before. She knew that Ifrit would do everything he could to help her - it was the main reason that she had come here instead of staying on Iridonia to trust her body to the healers there. Ifrit had looked after her before... she felt safer here with him than she did on Iridonia, everything there had changed outside of the Academy it didn't feel like home anymore.
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Post by The Fallen on Nov 30, 2019 0:44:44 GMT -8
Despite her reactions, Ifrit made comment on it. It was clear from her actions that she did not wish to talk about it right now. And so, when she finally spoke again, he slipped the book free of her grasp. Making note of her comments about Viox managing to remove the poison and stabilizing her. The fact that the wound remained open meant that the blades did not inflict poison alone, but some kind of magical spell. As such, Ifrit was already flipping through the pages that Vasari had copied from the Book of Law. He just had to trust that what ever he would need to know was contained within the sections that Vasari had copied.
Suddenly though, his attention was drawn up from the book as Vasari seemed to stumble over her own words before she laid herself out. The wound once more on full display for him before he could get a word in. He let out a slight sigh and shook his head. She was a rather unique woman to say the least. He placed one hand on her side again while propping the book open on the nearby table. Flicking through the pages as he focused his attention between what was written on the pages and the wound This is fine for a moment... Now... let's see... He ran his hand around the edges of the wound once again. There was a clear presence of magic within the wound itself and striking deep into the heart. It was different to most magic he had experience with, but much of that he suspected had to do with the fact that it was Dathomiri magick. Something which he was certain Vasari was more knowledgeable in than he was right now. But as he watched her, he noticed her slip into her thoughts for a moment. And so he waited, having stopped flipping through the book by the time she came back. His hand still pressed to her side near the wound Done with your little nap there? Instead of me continuing to reach around in the dark for answers, how about you tell me what you know and think it is. After all, you said you found an answer in the Book of Law... He picked up the book and placed it into Vasari's hands, so that she could take it and find what ever information she knew existed within it. Meanwhile, he removed his hand from her side So let's see what you got so far...
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Post by Vasari on Nov 30, 2019 8:04:39 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes shuddered into focus as the demon thrust the book into her hands. She worked to focus her mind as well as her eyes as she held the book above her head with one hand, splaying open the pages and flipping through them with the practiced ease of someone who spent many many hours on her back... reading ...and of course this was one of her own hand written journals and so she knew where everything was. She had hardly taken note to Ifrit's hands upon the wound - though it did twing a little with pain that she easily ignored. She had spent most of her life learning to ignore the pain the masters quite often enjoyed inflicting upon the students there. After a few page flips she handed the book back to the demon. It was a break down of the spell she 'thought' was used against her based off what she new from the Book of Shadows - which is where the spells would have been taken from - it was the red garbed nightsisters that had been protecting Maul's old fortress.
"The blade was cold... when it went in it felt like all life was being drawn from me. I've drawn out the spells the Book of Shadows taught for draining life... on the next page is a spell from the Book of Law. The both of them harness the same materials... the water of life, and blood of the victim..."On the left hand page was a delicately drawn depiction of one of the daggers that had stabbed her with several lines of Vasari's own musings paired with stylized symbols that depicted the spell in the runed language of her Mother's people that she was taught as a child. On the other page was that same stylized art, this time of a chalice filled with the water of life. The spell was written in runes as well, almost identical to the first but their was much more of Vasari's notes, detailing the similarities in the spells and theorizing how one was taken from the other hundreds of years ago when the first Nightsister's wrote the Book of Shadows. The spell to create the water of life however, was absent."It seems to me the Jedi exile that brought magic to Dathomir taught her daughters to heal with the Water of Life... and then the Nightsisters that broke away after her death altered the spell to drain life, rather than give it. As has always been theorized their magic seems to only be an alteration of the more traditional arts taught to the Force Users of today... just shrouded in ritual, mystery, and secrecy."
She winced slightly as she shifted - the reaction not even reaching her face as she tried to relax. Tilting her head slightly she looked over at the demon's glowing green eyes which as normal were veiled behind the blindfold he wore. She forced her mind to remain in the present, ignoring the pull of the labyrinth within her mind as it continued to rebuild itself piece by piece. Vasari reached out and rested a hand lightly on the only part of him that she could reach from her position, the long powerful muscles that made up his thigh, her fingers brushed against the fabric of his trousers applying only enough pressure to be felt beneath them as she stroked her fingers up and down as she looked up at him while he pondered the work she had done already...
"So what do you think... am I beyond all possible hope?"
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Post by The Fallen on Nov 30, 2019 20:59:14 GMT -8
Ifrit accepted the book back as Vasari finished flipping through the pages to find what she was looking for. His attention falling to the pages as he listened to Vasari's explanation. Following along with the diagrams and moving between the two pages as she spoke. A spell of Death and a spell of Life. Relatively simple and basic magic, but highly effective in the right hands. And given how many years the Nightsisters had existed for, he was more than confident that they were highly capable. Especially considering they had turned something that gives life into something that causes death.
He kept reading the pair of pages as Vasari kept theorizing away about what she thought happened. The specifics of how the spell came to be created were minor details however, and he used the time to study the copied runes and the multitude of notes that Vasari had scrawled across the pages. While they were intensely detailed in most areas, there was a piece of information that was missing. And that regarded the creation of the water of life. An unsurprising omission by Vasari, given her earlier comments that there were some secrets she would not give up so easily. Thankfully though, there was enough of a rudimentary understanding of just what the waters did, to not need an explanation of how they were made. And if push came to shove, He was confident that Vasari would be more than willing to provide a supply of it.
For now, his attention had remained upon the book held open within his hand. But as he felt her hand reach out and at first rest and then brush her hand across his thigh, he turned his face up from the book to look toward Vasari. His glowing green eyes seeming to lock with Vasari's gaze as he gently placed his hand atop hers, a smile forming to reassure her. He set the book down upon the table, open to the pages he would need Shrouded as they may be, I can see through their deceptions. I might not be a Witch or Nightsister, but I am The Fallen... You are not beyond hope... not yet. You placed your trust in me to be able to heal you... That trust was not misplaced. To be able to do this properly, we will need to go into the heart of the volcano, where my workshop is. This kind of magic, much like poison, has to be drawn out... And while I may not have the water of life, I will be able to make do. I promise... Do you feel strong enough to go on with it right now? Or do you think you need some rest first?
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