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OC Kiss Week #6 !

Featuring @rprambles Agent Daemon Kraspen and my Jedi Knight Eli’zan Luz.

Daemon is blue space Bond and Eli’zan is Kaylee Frye + lightsabers.  They are very cute and then very sad and then very cute again.  Emi, I know you had a rough day today and I hope this helps cheer you up in some tiny way.  You got me into this fandom, so you’re to blame for all of this!!

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✏ ☂ ✉ ۞: of any three of your SWTOR bebs :)

✏ : What are their creative outlets?

Daemon enjoys dancing. It's a good way to get his mind off his work and just exist for a little while, which is part of the reason he's more than happy to teach Eli'Zan.

Zhymmia does metal engravings. Some of her armor and lightsaber parts have unique designs on them.

Joll loves music, seeing it as yet another language to study. She sings well, if quietly so no one hears.

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

Daemon prefers clear skies. Storms tend to hinder operations. The constant storms are one complaint he has about Dromund Kaas.

There's a power in storms, and Zhymmia finds it a little seductive. She'll listen to thunder and watch lightning for hours given the opportunity.

The only storms Joll is familiar with are dust storms, and she prefers clear days to that mess.

✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more

Daemon and Zhym trust actions more, though Daemon is a little hesitant to trust anything thanks to his Imp Intel background. Zhym feels that words can say a lot, but action holds the truth.

Joll puts her faith in words, as well as her fascination. Often they prove to be more of an asset to her than action.

۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

Ooooh boy. Daemon has a few regrets during his Intel career, but he placed his trust in his superiors to know what the right thing to do was. After his defection he has a lot of retroactive guilt to work through. More than once it's moved him to tears.

Zhymmia is mercifully free of inner demons and hopes it will stay that way.

Sometimes the harsh words and treatment from her fellows starts to pull at Joll. She tries to remember that her mother fought for her to live, and that she has survived thus far is proof of her worth.

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Mamihlapinatapei - Daemon and Eli

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

The door chime woke the pile of sleeping gizka on the desk. Daemon smiled as they began chirping in reply. “Come in.” He caught one mid-leap as the door opened. “Nice try.”

"Got a little explorer there, huh?"

He turned his gaze to Eli’Zan as he stood, gizka cradled in his hands. “They’re still getting used to the change. Coronet is quite different from Kaas City.”

"It’s a good change though, right?" Eli’Zan guessed, smile more hesitance and hope than warmth.

Daemon shifted his hold on the gizka and gently took one of her hands in his. “Absolutely.”

Joy spread across her face and she beamed at him. Warmth filled him, a part of the peculiar effect she had on him, and he suddenly very much wanted to kiss her. But would that be proper? Everything still felt fragile here, he didn’t want to make things more so for either of them.

He cleared his throat softly. “So, what can I do for you?”

She blinked, as if coming out of a daze. “Oh! Dinner’s ready, I thought I’d come get you. Unless you’re busy or not hungry.”

At the mention of dinner, the gizka began squeaking insistently, the one in his hand squirming. The two shared a laugh and Daemon set out food for his pets. He looked at his slightly rumpled clothing with a frown. “I suppose I should change.”

"You look fine," Eli’Zan assured. "Well, you look nice is what I mean. You always do." Her cheeks flushed as her words reached her ears. "Anyway, let’s go!"

Daemon bit back a smile and followed her out into the hallway. “Alright, I trust your judgement.”

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random headcanon: Daemon abuses the fact that people can't tell when he's rolling his eyes

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Daemon was practically raised by Intelligence, so a lot of the nastiness of the Empire is hardwired into him. He lets racism slide because to him that's just how life is. He's an alien, people will see that first. Personally he doesn't see himself as Chiss, he is Imperial. You insult the Empire or his skills serving such, then he gets upset. He rarely questions superiors, and then usually it's just to recommend a better plan or at least one less messy. And his resentment of Sith can easily be traced to some of the mindsets in Intelligence.

Lani joined the Agency of her own choice for the most part ( she says there was a lack of options ). She holds to her heritage and her conscience before following her superiors. She does not put up with racist BS and enjoys discussing the flaws in the Empire. She is her own person before she is an agent of the Empire, and she will fight any infringement on that so she's gonna flip at the brainwashing.

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SWtOR - Abrupt

He managed to get to privacy before his knees gave out. His chest pulled in taut, constricting his lungs, while pain lanced through his bones. The agony bent him forward, fingers twitching against the carpet as he struggled to breathe. He tried to identify the problem, figure out how this was happening, but through the pain his mind could only scream for relief.

And then the pain left as suddenly as it had arrived. He slumped on the floor, a trembling mess, chest heaving as he sucked in air. His body throbbed with aches as he struggled to his feet. He leaned against the wall and pressed his head against the cool metal.

The door chime rang. "Kraspen? You alright?"

It took him a moment to place the voice. Rubis, part of Fidelis' security detail and the meeting he'd just walked out on. He reached out shakily and pawed at the console. Rubis's jaw dropped. "Kraspen! Hey," the twi'lek turned briefly, "get a medic over here." She stepped closer, taking his arm gently. "What happened?"

Daemon let her take his weight and guide him to a chair. "I don't know. I-I suddenly couldn't breathe and everything hurt."

The medic scanned him with a number of devices, frowning and humming softly. "You're in excellent condition, sir. There has been trauma to your system, but I don't see a cause. There's no illness or injury that I can find."

Daemon blinked, brow furrowing. Could it be an elaborate attack on the senator? Take out his security lead and pave an easy road? Sith magic, perhaps? "Send a copy to my console, please." He stood, legs shaking only slightly. "Rubis, have the conference room scanned for anything unusual."

"Probably a good idea to have the team take physicals too," she said, offering her arm to him.

"Good idea." He declined her offer of help and slowly left the room. Whatever this was, he needed to find and stop it. He couldn't do his job and protect his father-in-law if something could incapacitate him like turning off a light. "Let's get to work."

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Daemon accidentally scaring the Luzers with his crimson glow-in-the-dark eyes

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♫ ☻ ♦ Daemon

dances

He loses a lot of the stiffness of the agent, particularly when he's dancing with someone. He puts the focus on his partner and guides them into a waltz, letting the music and dance become the only thing in the galaxy to the pair. Alone, he closes his eyes and lets his inner dork shine a little.

hugs

Eli'Zan introduced Daemon to hugs and he takes his cue from her. A hug from him is always cozy and warm and leaves the hugged person with a deep feeling of being cared for.

kisses

There are no brief pecks with Daemon. Every kiss is slow and thorough, as he feels if he hasn't left the person a little breathless it's not a good kiss. With Eli'Zan he cups her face gently with one hand, his other resting on her waist, reassuring himself that she is real and there.