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Chapter 27: A Family Battle is up!
Could she tell, he wondered. Could she tell he was still half out of his mind with want, sparks jumping up and down his spine in the wake of Khara’s every touch? Was it obvious that he had just had his world upended, a heart bared to him and thrust between his own?
Was it fear that ate at his desire, turning his overheated skin cold?
You love her, Savage said. He sounded like he was smiling.
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“You are capable of interacting with an object’s history and the traces of the Force that have touched it. The stronger the memory, the more the Force… lingers.”
She nodded emphatically. “Exactly!”
“It is called psychometry.”
Khara perked up. “You’ve heard of it?! What do you know about it? Is it why we have this bond thing? Is it not so strong because I’m not really strong in the Force?”
“I know little of psycometry. However, I have been reconsidering my understanding of your connection to the Force. Something tells me you are not weak, merely… different. Your skills lie elsewhere. If we relate strength in the Force to a naturally stronger muscle… Force users are more inclined towards lower-body strength, let us pretend. If we measured all Force sensitives in the same way, some would slip through the cracks. You are more inclined toward upper-body strength, to use the same analogy. Do you understand?”
“I’m not weak, I’m just… strong in ways people usually aren’t.”
“Precisely.”
Khara frowned at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he just kept staring back, his thoughts hidden. She shook her head.
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. We will have to investigate further.
*pulls myself up from the chasm* I LIVE. Uhhh hi, Flesh & Steel is still happening. We just finished Act 2! Go enjoy I hope
Chapter 31 is up babies
go forth and enjoy
Am I back?
*dusts off bones* *snaps neck* I’m back, buckle up.
Chapters 28-30 are posted, babies! Things get intense, we get a little scary, I get a little fluffy. Have at it.
Chapter 26: A Tense Discussion is up
Preview: She stood to face him and shrugged. “I need a fight. Tars said the same thing you’ve been telling me. When I joined Tars, I was always picking fights and finding trouble in between tinkering with his stuff. He kept telling me if I was gonna fight, find something worth fighting for. And visiting Bright Sun while you were gone, I realized what you meant. About helping you. Helping them. I wanna do that.”
“You will gain nothing by helping me,” he snapped.
She frowned up at him. Sighing, she beckoned him closer. His pacing slowed. He came to stand in front of her, just out of reach. She leaned forward, snagging his wrist and tugging him closer. She dropped her hands to his cold hips, looking up at him.
“I mean you,” she said. His eyes flicked between hers, seeking something. She felt hot and jittery, her heart pounding in her throat. Her stomach coiled tighter, but she met his eyes and didn’t look away. She shook him slightly, trying to make him understand when the words weren’t enough. “I mean you, Doshah,” she got out. “You’re my fight. I’ll fight with you. For you. I-If you want me.”
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“Solus.” Maul said, nudging himself to pay attention to Saifi’s forms. They were in one corner of the gym, running through her practice as they did every morning. Other sections of the gym were in use, the clatter of weights and the clang of weapons on armor filling the air. Maul’s gaze kept straying to his left, where Khara was practicing her aim.
He found her practice distracting. She had begun her morning training with weights, and a sheen of sweat shone on her dark skin. Focusing on her blades now, she had turned the targeting system to a random swivel. She moved with precision, each minute flick of a muscle honed for the perfect throw, her hands moving to catch the hilts before her eyes had fully followed their movement.
Watching her move, Maul forgot his next command to Saifi, the words dying on his tongue as Khara trained. His eyes skimmed down the movement of her shoulders to the tension in her calves, the ripple of her thigh as she stepped into one last throw. She recalled both blades and stepped back into form. Maul tried to force his eyes away, but they only slipped up to the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Something warm swirled in his stomach.
If anyone asked, Maul would say he admired a warrior when he saw one. It would not be a lie. It would not be the entire truth.
