#kevuwoi

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after a versatile night back from csaus with lots of tears, extremely overcrowded chat logs, and getting called terrorists by paul blart the mall cop (??), iso and kevu finally said they loved each other

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Kevu and iso 9. Distracting kiss

👈🏻😎👈🏻

(disclaimer that i dont ACTUALLY know anything about sabacc besides the ten minutes of information i gleaned from the internet so some of this could be inaccurate BUT i gave it an effort lmaooo)

“Like this?”

“Mhmm.”

Mrosk’evuwo’ircie’s red eyes drifted over the face of the man sitting opposite to him. Isona was draped over a makeshift chair which much mirrored his own– not the most comfortable arrangement, perhaps, but certainly the homeliest. It was mid-evening aboard the former’s ship, and, somehow, perhaps through a shared glass of watered-down brandy, he’d been able to talk his companion into playing a game of Sabacc with him.

Kevuwoi, of course, had gone into the whole thing with a confidence that, for once, was not entirely misplaced. Whenever he’d talked of his earlier years back on Shaddaa, his boyfriend had regarded him with an air of skeptical amusement. Not outward disbelief, perhaps, but certainly the notion that Kevuwoi was stretching the facts.

He wasn’t. At least, not this time. The gaming floor of Star Cluster Casino and its various patrons had long been victim to a notorious pair of scoundrels– one of which was propped opposite to Isona, a cluster of four electronic cards pinched between his thumb and other four fingers of his right hand.

Isona pursed his lips. The reflection of his own cards shimmered in his lidded red eyes as he thought. The rules of the game were simple enough– he’d never gambled or played any of the sports associated with it back in the Ascendancy, of course, but he’d watched many a crowd of rowdy drunks before take part in it. The thing he disliked about this, in particular, though– was that the cards themselves were liable to change while they were still in his hand. Meaning he didn’t have very much time to think.

It was all very Kevuwoi.This was fine, though. The concept was simple and inoffensive– he could handle it. Daintily, he took one card from between his index and middle finger and laid it down on the table. This made four cards settled at his side of the table– combined, they totaled 15. And, of the remaining two cards held between his fingers, one was a Demise– a negative 13. You needed a total of 23 to win the game.

Back on his edge of the table, Kevuwoi frowned. It was hard to get a read on Isona, even after having known him for this long– he had a terrific ability to mask his emotions, cards or no. He studied him intently for a moment, and then sat back as Isona’s eyes fell on him, lips curving into a confident smile. He figured, of course there was the possibility that Isona could get lucky.

But only the possibility.

Kevuwoi pressed one of his own cards down on the suspension field, stifling a yawn. Four on his end of the table now. Together, they totaled positive 20. So now he just needed to get his hands on a 2. Easy enough– even if he didn’t have one right now.

One of Isona’s eyebrows arched softly, and a smile pulled itself across his lips as he watched. Flame was watching over him tonight, or so it seemed. His smile extended to Kevuwoi across the table as he reached out, Demise card in careful hand–

And never even saw him coming. Quite suddenly, faster than he would’ve thought the dark blue mass across from him could move– their faces were pressed together with a soft schmeck. Or, more precisely, their lips were pressed together. One of Kevu’s hands snuck up to tangle itself in his bangs, while Isona’s twitched, objective forgotten, on the surface of the table. He was staring, wide-eyed, at a patch of scarred royal blue skin on his boyfriend’s forehead, when, just as suddenly as it had begun–It ended. And Mrosk’evuwo’ircie was back, settled in his thrifted chair, with a toothy grin on his face.

Vengi’son’aereth stared. And then he looked down at his cards. In place of his Demise, there now lay a Star– value negative 17. Isona stared some more. Kevuwoi had, somehow, outmaneuvered him– and timed it perfectly so that, somehow, the value of their cards had changed while he was distracted.

“You,” Isona started, saying this frankly and only a little accusingly, “cheated.”

Kevuwoi shook his head. “I was usin’ my resources,” he informed him, that satisfied grin still fixed firmly on his face. “You still coulda played. You just didn’t.” And with that, he smacked two ones down on the table. “Pure Sabacc,” he announced, with no shortage of triumph in his voice.Isona heaved a heavy sigh, setting his two remaining cards gently down on the table. “I’m calling for a rematch.”

“Okay,” Kevuwoi agreed, even as the pair of them leaned in and shared an actual smooch.