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i desire violently and i wait.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨. . . ~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 . . .

greet him home , one he hadn’t taken note of at first over the reek of blood and ozone that still clung to him. Yet it was unmistakable all the same. “Didn’t keep you waiting, did I, @MalignCommander?”

something in the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Velian allowed his eyes to narrow as he straightened, his posture sharpening into that of a predator scenting prey. He hadn’t expected company. Then he noted the scent of… Something warm. Alive. A familiar smell, come to+

began to move through the increasingly alien landscape of his apartment, seeking out that hidden bottle of something amber and strong and the cigarras he kept alongside it. That was when he noticed it; the way the silence hadn’t settled properly, as if his laugh had awoken +

blur of blood and blaster fire. All of them did in the end, he mused to himself. Even as his mind recalled the face of another traitorous Imperial officer as he was wiped off the board. Just one more name crossed out. A bitter, little laugh came from his lips as he +

behind him and only then did some hint of humanity, even as he wiped his hand hand down his face, smearing a drop of someone else’s blood across his angular features; the motion and scent of it a sparking brief, bloody scenes which of were already fading into a +

neon lights of Coruscant’s metropolis, the faint hum of the city adding to the dissonance in his mind— that lulling, sickening monotony that duelled the last echoes of a delicious adrenal rush the mission had allowed him to feel. Once inside, Velian felt the door hiss closed +

— 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @MalignCommander The faint, acrid tang of blood and burned ozone still clung to Velian’s form as he fumbled for his code cylinder; carelessly jamming the thing into the receiver, the door hissing open a heartbeat later and bathing the Chiss in the +

softness ruined me / never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows / i will remain rough.

| — Lol. Lmao even.

He wonders if she’d get all tied up in a knot if he made adjustments to the suit.

“Likewise.” He commented cooly, planting himself on the edge of his desk within arms reach of her. “You’re looking puzzled, Padmé. What’s on your mind?” He resisted the urge to offer her a drink. In truth he’d be drinking too much since returning.

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The hand around her waist, just above her rear, spared the digits to tap it, his chin nodding toward the bedroom. “Come, think I can manage to soothe you before the sun comes up.”

and so he, setting the bottle aside, took one of her hands and kissed along the knuckles, looking up at her. “Stay the night why don’t you? Or, Hm, till the sun comes up?” Not a question. Not really. An offer always open to her. One she’d accepted walking in. +

“More than enough.” He told her after her compliments. They made him smile more. They made him smile that true smile, a look reserved for so very few — the thing that made her part of the elite little club with only a handful of members. He had to show his appreciation+

« Whether you are tired, angry or busy. Your presence soothes me.❞ Placing her palm against his cheek it was clear that she didn’t mind his tiredness at all. She barely even noticed it.

He’d have to suppress a laugh at that. Oh a deep, long laugh it would’ve been. It was nice to see the other side being so damned effective.

and pulled her in to rest in his lap. “You’ll have to forgive me,” the reason why was obvious, he looked tired “I may not be the best of company tonight but I do promise to make it up to you once I am.” Yet even as reduced as he was, a certain sharpness remained.