#hirani

[rakiah]

Anon asking : Do Sahana and Hirani ever reunite?

Not yet and maybe never but the little cucumber calls sometimes ❤️

[moonlitalien]

Some platonic kisses to being this OC Kiss Week ♥ Aawari and her best friend Hirani who belongs to @rakiah, and Aawari and the best big sister ever, Della, who belongs to @tweedpawn!

[tweedpawn]

“but where are your minders, dears?” “I have mind, aj-aj.”

@rhomellegacy featuring  teevu'nas ! The Holiday crowbar giveaway continues!

featuring @moonlitalien Aawari and @rakiah‘s Hirani

[tehlaen]

Day 19: Friends As Family

Day 19 of the 30 Day Star Wars OC Challenge from @smuggler-captain that I’m doing with @lessdenied! Previous posts are tagged with #30dayswchallenge. Yay, I am back to my regular writing schedule!

This is another deviation from the questions-as-written, since Teh’s personal history doesn’t follow the canonical in-game storyline. So instead! A little bit about Teh’s feels on family, on friendship, and on feels themselves.

“What the hell does genetics have to do with family?!”

Teh’laen’s perspective on “family,” and what that word even means, is non-traditional at best. After all, the people who raised her didn’t contribute any genetic material to who she is and who she’d become. As a result of that disconnect between biology and bonding, she’s never really bothered to distinguish between equally-meaningful relationships depending on genetics. She was adopted into the Va’shuvrk family, fully and completely, and the bonds between her and her deceased parents and siblings remain a pillar of her sense of self.

As such, the idea of “adopting” people with whom she’s forged a deep, lasting connection into the web of relationships that she calls her family is and always has been a core feature of how she relates to others… Even if she doesn’t necessarily couch it in those terms.

Essix is Teh’s best friend and has been for nearly twenty years. She has, on multiple occasions, risked her life to protect him—and has instigated more fistfights than she can count in response to someone dismissing his importance to her as, “It’s only a droid.” Essix is family in Teh’laen’s mind; anyone who says differently is gonna catch these hands and possibly a stunbaton to the back of the knee. But she’d be hard-pressed to slap a label on the bond between them. “Brother” doesn’t really fit and “son” is too, well, parental. (That said, she does adore spoiling him with new upgrades given the slightest provocation.) Essix is family; why does it need to get any more specific than that?

The process of adopting someone into what she considers her family is gradual, but once Teh forms that kind of attachment to someone, she’s not shy about it. Lover, friend, protege… Whatever the nature of their relationship, Teh is open and enthusiastic about it. It may take a while for such a relationship to reach that point of trust and intimacy—after all, the sorts of people with whom Teh’s associated on a daily basis for most of her life aren’t the most trustworthy in the Galaxy—but once it does, Teh accepts it wholeheartedly.

Teh’laen’s formed more of these sorts of relationships in the very recent past—and formed them more quickly—than she used to over the span of years. Her relationship with Cassbria (”Cass”) Temar is by far the most notable attachment; Teh’s had lots of lovers and plenty of serious relationships, but the depth of her feelings for Cass is practically unprecedented, and the fact that Cass makes Teh want to look beyond the immediate future is entirely unprecedented.

There’s a notable exception to Teh’laen’s policy of not worrying over labels and distinctions: her friendship with Naga’se, a fellow Twi’lek whom Teh met almost by chance. Teh’laen’s bond with Naga’se—Naga for short—has very swiftly evolved to the point of blurring Teh’s concepts of friendship and family. The two have become sisters, in every sense that matters to either of them. Both Teh and Naga lost their sisters to tragedy at a young age, and the similarities between Teh’laen and Naga’s sister, and between Naga and Rai’laen, led to the Rutian and the Lethan becoming surrogates for the person the other had lost. Does the distinction between friend and sister matter at all to Teh’laen? Not in the slightest, at least semantically. But Teh’laen’s attachment to Naga fills the void in her life left by Rai’laen’s loss.

"Oooh, yeah, genetics, right. You know that I'm  only marginally more closely related to you than I am to a grophet, right? If we're talking about genomes and shit?" -Teh’laen to Hirani, her biological fraternal twin.

Teh’s relationship with Naga as surrogate sisters is a stark contrast to Teh’s ambivalence (occasionally veering into antipathy) regarding her recently rediscovered biological family: Gnoxis, her Sith Lord mother, and Hirani, her fraternal twin sister. Hirani—having been raised from infancy by the Jedi—is eager to make up for the family she never had, as is Gnoxis, who was deprived of the family she wanted to have. Teh’laen had a family that she lost, and presently has the family that she found, and is deeply resentful of her blood relations’ implication that an accident of birth should make them more important to Teh than the bonds she’s forged of her desire and volition.

[hfbeasty]

Little cheer up thing for @hiranishala

Bonus (turn your gf into a sushi):

[lameunknown]

which reminds me here's some disgusting couple stuff

[cinlat]

F, J, and O!

Oh, I’m going to peek into Hirani’s head a little on this one. Be warned, Hirani is not a nice person. haha

is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Hirani certainly thinks she is. If she was in a club, she could easily take home any man or woman that she wanted to. Actual, personable flirting comes out as general bitchiness. When she’s interested in someone, she’s going to go after them like the bully on the playground. Do not assume that she is above hair pulling and name calling to get attention. Bless Koth’s heart. 

does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

She’s going tell her partner (using the term loosely) to do whoever the hell they want and pretend to be aloof. In truth, she melts a little on the inside when they choose her. If that partner does go their own way (as so many have) she writes them off as boring and buries the hurt under another layer of bitterness.

does your muse have a way with words?

If by words you mean completing a sentence that doesn’t contain an expletive...then no. Hirani will always go for the shock factor and spew vileness because it keeps people at arm’s length so that she doesn’t have to deal with those pesky emotions attached to them.

[cinlat]

Number 17 of the kiss prompts for any SWTOR pairing of your choice please! ^_^

My knee jerk reaction is Fynta/Theron, but I’ve already done that. Then these two popped into my head and I found their first kiss! So, thanks for that. I never knew where they started. ;) Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 872Characters: Koth/Hira’niafan Prompt: Needing to kiss to hide from bad guysA/N: It amuses me how often they get chased. 

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“Great,” Koth snapped as he rounded a corner, hot on Hirani’s head tails. “Any other brilliant ideas?” It astounded him how often he asked the woman that. Even more when Koth remembered that he’d volunteered for this mission. 

Hirani skidded to a halt and Koth slammed into her. The Twi’lek cursed, shoving him back the way they’d come. “No good, that exit’s blocked.”

“You do realize that they never would have seen us if you hadn’t shot the snitch, right?” Koth snagged the back of Hirani’s jacket and tugged her into an alcove when Knights crossed the alley in their path. 

They huddled with backs against the wall and chests heaving from the unexpected flight. “He deserved it,” Hirani growled under her breath. When Koth held his hands up for an explanation, she shook her head. “Forget it. You weren’t there.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because I was standing guard at the door.” Koth flicked at the lekku attempting to wrap itself around his wrist. He'd never get used to that. It was unsettling yet alluring, and Koth couldn't make the two fit into his limited understanding of the galaxy. “Next time, I’ll do the negotiating.”

Hirani rolled green eyes but said nothing. Koth was used to her moods, for all that was possible, but Hirani had never lost it like that before. Her jaw was tight, lekku vibrating with fury when he took the time to look at her. Something bad had happened in that store. “What did he do?”

“Like you care?” Hirani snapped. Before Koth could defend his motives, she leaned out of the alcove to check for more opposition. “It looks clear. We should make a break for it.”

Koth followed, walking backward to keep an eye on their flank while Hirani took point. He tried to act casual, grateful that people in the Old World didn't pay attention to what went on around them. Two people dodging authorities wasn’t anything special, but he’d rather not draw attention. 

“I see the shuttle landing ahea--shit.” Koth glanced behind him to see two Knights talking to a local at the entrance to their lift. His mind registered the threat and began looking for an escape in a matter of seconds, but it felt like longer. They were trapped in a long corridor with only a twist in the ramp for cover. If they broke for it now, the abrupt movement was sure to be noticed. 

Hirani turned, and for a moment, their eyes met. Koth saw the answer in her bright, green eyes and hoped that he could still walk when it was over. In one, swift movement, Koth shucked his jacket, wrapped it around her shoulders, and shoved Hirani into the corner of the bend. She protested until his lips covered hers, fingers wrapped gently around her lekku to pull them out of sight. If Koth was lucky, his body would shield her pink skin from prying eyes. 

The sound of reinforced boots started down the ramp, stepping in time with his pounding heart. Hirani stopped fighting the instant she heard them, then her lips moved and Koth forgot about the imminent threat of discovery. Eyes that had been shut tight against the pain he knew she’d inflict on him popped open when he realized that she was kissing him back. Not with fake, closed-mouthed pecks, but with the full weight of those seductive lips. Koth’s knees almost gave when her tongue pressed for entrance. He shouldn’t have given in, but Hirani was a fine specimen of feminine wiles and Koth had been a bachelor for far too long.

Someone chuckled behind Koth, reminding him of the dire situation that the woman wrapped in his arms had tumbled them into. He held his breath, attention focused where it belonged instead of the fantasy forming in his mind. One that involved public indecency and fewer witnesses. 

The boots moved on, and Koth finally released the captive air from his lungs. Hirani wore a satisfied smirk when he broke away to make sure their path was clear. “I knew you had the hots for me.”

Koth blustered, trying to withdraw but finding her lekku wrapped around his wrists in a durasteel like grip. “I just saved our lives, how about a little gratitude.” He shook his arms, then raised both brows at Hirani. "Do you mind?"

Hirani’s fingers tangled in the front of Koth’s shirt as she hauled him against her body for another scorching kiss. He sucked in a strangled gasp when she shoved him away, flipping the errant tendrils over her shoulder. “Keep that up, and I just might.”

“Might what?” Koth asked, lips numb and tongue feeling two sizes larger than it should.

"Show you some gratitude." Laughing, Hirani tossed the jacket into Koth's face and stalked up the ramp with a lot of swing in her hips. She paused to wink over one shoulder. "Try to keep up.”

Koth pulled his jacket on while he jogged after Hirani. He wasn’t going to turn down her offer, though it was the smartest choice. Curiosity was a terrible motivator. Decision made and future justifications chosen, Koth called after her. “I’m nobody’s co-pilot, you hear?” He had some dignity, after all.