#cinvhetiin

[conciiliator-blog]

@cinvhetiin || X

             Such SYMPHONIES of guffaw, of chastity and HARMONY. To think that they would EVER get a moment’s worth of TRANQUILITY was far stretched with the war raging over their heads. Regardless of SUCH though, Obi-Wan couldn’t take this for GRANTED. Who knew when it would be the next time he’d ever lay EYES on the Duchess?

                                       On the woman that had CLAIMED his soul?

             Whiskers purposely BRUSHED themselves against her porcelain surface, ginger wires sprouting from his beard seemingly CONCEALING the smile that threatened to paint itself on his face. It almost felt so FOREIGN to feel this emotion, one he discarded so long AGO when the unspoken agreement to ‘remain friends’ had been placed intact. THIS seemed to change EVERYTHING.

                         “SATINE? Actually TICKLISH? A Duchess such as YOURSELF having a weakness? ‘seems I don’t know you as well as I’d like to THINK.”

[conciiliator-blog]

@cinvhetiin || x

                          “Do you know what FINE stands for?”

             A rhetorical inquisition - he didn’t dare PUSH the buttons on someone of high respect such as SATINE. He knew her better than that. Besides, he wasn’t here to PROVE A POINT ; he was genuinely concerned about the emotions stirring.

                                                    Lying in WAIT to be called on.                                                     He KNEW, but the question remained:                                                                               Would he address it?

                         “...Satine. Perhaps we should...TALK.”

[jetiimando-blog]

@cinvhetiin found the officer

                    He  walks down the ramp, another man discharged into the crowd that is the spaceport, anothe soldier returning home now that the war is over. Now that the Empire is in charge of both sides. His has no armour on, but only a large bag slung over his shoulder. He flinches away from the press of the crowd, and gains a wide berth around his as others mark out the man with the twitchy expression and too many weapons, even for Mandalore.                     The city has changed since he left, and though his first steps are confident, he soon loses that, looking about witht he confusion of a man who knowswhere he is supposed to go, and yet can’t find the way there.

[dathomirborn]

@cinvhetiin

The plans one makes hardly ever go as expected. It’s naive to believe hardship will never come to your doorstep, and so you prepare for it, plan for it, pray to the s t a r s that you’ll make it through-- and you survive. But then comes the guilt, the mourning and longing for how things once were. So can it really be called surviving when you feel so hollow?

Ventress doubted it. But all she had left to do was survive. Even with both the Separatists and Republic breathing down her neck, she had to live, and hiding out in space for weeks... it just wasn’t living. She needed a place to go, somewhere she would be out of her enemies’s eyes for even just a while.

Much as she hated to admit it, there was only one place that came to mind.

“Duchess,” She said, her voice low. Sneaking into the leader of Mandalore’s private chambers was no easy feat, and alerting the guards to her presence would cause only unnecessary trouble. (but she’s broken into places of much higher importance and security before) Slowly she emerged into the light, “I need a place to stay... preferably without anyone knowing.”