“𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰.” ———- ~𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 ~𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘥 ~𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 #StarWarsRP #SWRP ———- [ᴠᴇʟ ꜱᴀʀᴛʜᴀ]

— 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 .

advanced weapons research, now Command wants her.” She studies Kleya’s face in that undisguisedly direct way that she has, her hand descending to the side of her neck, thumb now at her pulse.

sharp, wary, and hungry. A confounding concoction. Her thumb drifts once more along the elegant line of Kleya’s jaw, as though smoothing out any stubborn traces of dread that reside there. “Dr. Morgan Vontro. An Imperial defector my cousin’s been in contact with. Worked in+

unutterable assurance. Her heart thumps more urgently against the ribs that encase them, demanding that she navigate this carefully. The danger she felt in the training yard returns with renewed intensity. A muscle in her cheek quivers, tension gathering at her shoulders:+

don’t worry.” A faint lilt of amusement is laced in her words, voice warm and coaxing and calm. She cannot vocalize anything so pedestrian, so damning, as a promise. But in her ardent stare, unflinching and narrowly focused on the woman stood only a breath before her, is her+

Vel feels the grasp of those fingers—the insistence in them, the undertone of panic that cannot escape detection—and something inside shifts. There is an ache right at the center of her chest, a nauseatingly forceful stab of tenderness. Affection. “I’m not the stupid sort,+

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Everyone has hormones, basic biology, and neither men nor women are ‘more emotional’. Though you may notice that every bad thing that exists is the work of overly emotional men. Makes you think.

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You’re not the 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 of the old 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖, Luke. . . .you’re the 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 of the 𝑛𝑒𝑤. .

Simulated for the sake of seeming very mindful that they may possibly be seen. “Besides,” Vel leans in, lips brushing the corner of Kleya’s mouth, just barely tasting her. “You started something. I intend to finish it when I return.”

at that.” The tip of her thumb traces a (hopefully) soothing, deliberate line along the defined curve of her jaw. “You can stop bracing like I’m already gone.” There’s a cautionary flitting of her gaze to their surroundings, so brief it nearly seems entirely unnecessary.+

she murmurs, unmistakable authority in her voice, a firmness to it. She straightens a touch, maddeningly sure of herself—and aiming for as much to be inarguably clear to the other. “I won’t be taking any unnecessary risks. It’s a standard extraction, Kleya. A dull one,+

Vel doesn’t let the rigid posture stand; she steps in, closing the inches between them with a slow, sure certainty. Her hand—still curled around Kleya’s wrist—loosens until she’s softly charting a path up her forearm, traveling over her shoulder and settling at her jaw. “Hey,”+

attention to zero in upon a certain individual. Vel’s approach is measured, her hood removed and an easy, friendly smile shaping her lips. “I wasn’t expecting you here, what a pleasant surprise. But then, I have friends everywhere.”

Years of assignments within Luthen’s network have honed her ability to notice an outlier in a crowd. The slight aimlessness of a stride, perhaps a shifting stance, as though in waiting. It’s a skill she can perform without thought, an instinct now, and it very swiftly causes her+

“Mon’s given me an assignment. It’s a simple extraction.” A breath pulls through her, slow and controlled. Concern does not sit naturally on her; yet she permits its appearance, only for Kleya.

to her, more potent by the flirtations. Her chin is tilted in subtle challenge, but her smirk softens. Sharp at the edges, still, though acquiring something quieter, more careful. Given their proximity, Kleya cannot miss the shift. Her thumb brushes, the same caress.+

to guess at, given the peculiar little shine to her eyes. There is a swell of pride, or perhaps excitement, at the notion. “If you keep starting things, I might decide to finish them.” Her eyes find Kleya’s, bright, steady, and a little triumphant. That awful lifelong smugness+

Vel huffs a soft laugh, one corner of her mouth carving upward in something dangerously close to fondness. “Right. The jobs.” The words are warm, seemingly amused by the redirection that’s being attempted. The events playing out in Kleya’s mind are not necessarily difficult+