flag id: two flags with 7 stripes. the left flag's stripes are grey, light grey, dark purple, faded warm pink, soft orange, light grey, and grey. the right flag's stripes are grey, light grey, brown, blue, dull soft teal, light grey, and grey. end id.
banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.
demicisfem | demicismasc
demicisfem(inine): being partially cisfem(inine)
demicismasc(uline): being partially cismasc(uline)
[pt: demicisfem(inine): being partially cisfem(inine)
demicismasc(uline): being partially cismasc(uline)end pt]
cisfeminine demigender for anon, plus a cismasculine demigender to go with it!
Plurtem, A neogender umbrella related to plurality/systemhood and anything the user associates with their plurality/systemhood. This gender may feel positive or negative, depending on the user’s relationship with their plurality/systemhood.
Having a gender identity that is partially a given outherine, atrinary anthrogender and partially another gender or genders.
Etymology
From Latin, “dimidius“ to “demi-”, meaning “half” +“Outherine”, of unclear etymological origin, coined by user Otiel in 2019. Demioutherine coined by Gent (Gender-Jargon), 2021.
Flag
The Demioutherine flag is a combination of the typical grey/white Demigender flag and the Outherine flag made by user IMOGA-pride. The flag consists of fourteen horizontal, solid-colored stripes, with the innermost eight stripes being 1/4th the size of the outer stripes. From top to bottom, the stripes a re dark grey, light grey, white, grey-plum, teal, green, yellow, light brown, orange, red, burgundy, white, light grey and dark grey. Flag by Gent (Gender-Jargon), 2021.
Summary: Cin is a curious man and becomes more so when it comes to understanding his lover’s anatomy and culture.
Characters: Cin Drallig, Plo Koon and Saesee Tiin.
A/N: I am feeling like double fluff with a bit of angst. I am also feeling like Plin today so I hope you enjoy these soft dads.
Cin would like to think he was a somewhat curious man. He always pushed himself when it came to Lightsaber combat as he was one of the most revered Lightsaber duelists of the Order. It also fed the need to bring out the curiosity in the younger generation. He was also curious of his lover’s anatomy as he quietly observed the many lines upon Plo’s back as he slept next to him. They stretched like actual bolts of lighting across his back or how they extended around his ribs as he breathed. It was mesmerizing.
“If you want, Cin, you may touch them.” Plo suggested softly.
“Really?” He asked, glancing at up at him.
Through the darkness there was an indication of a nod from the taller man. Cin then traced one of line’s from the shoulder and proceeded down the back muscles. The scars weren’t rough unlike the dense pressurized skin, they were smooth and easy to glide on.
‘How could this be done if Kel Dor skin is rough and hard?’ He thought as observed the many lines in a giant lightning like design. ‘Was it done by repeated action? Or was there a certain tool to achieve this?’ He reached the first break off point from the line. ‘Does it hurt? Or can he not feel when I touch it?’
“If you have a question, I will answer it.” Plo said, not turning to face him.
“How?” Cin asked, continuing to trace. “How is it done?”
“You must be bored tonight, Cin,” he chuckled, as he glanced back at him. “Are you sure you don’t want better entertainment that I can provide you?”
Cin laughs. “As much as I would, I don’t wish to make you more exhausted.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, now answer the question and don’t move.”
Plo was silent for a moment as he formulated an explanation from his sleepy haze. “It was done with ritual blade with repeated cuts along my back and chest.”
Cin continued along to the ribs as he listened to the process. “What was the blade made out of? I know that Kel Dor have rugged skin in order to withstand the vacuum of space.”
“The knife that was made from a material akin to Kyber crystal.”
“On your back.” Cin said, as he sat up to follow the trail to his chest.
There was a small huff as Plo turned onto his back allowing his lover to continue with his study. Cin continued to follow the line from his ribs as he made a sigh of content at the touch.
“This is a study not entertainment.” He chuckled.
“It’s...difficult with your touching.” Plo said carefully.
“Are they sensitive or is that just you?”
“It is me sadly. The scars don’t hurt after the are completed.”
“I see...was it a painful process?”
Plo tilts his head back. “I knew what I was about to do. If it was painful is not important.”
Cin nods while observing the scars across his chest as the other managed to meet the one he was following with a small gap between them. He spread his fingers across the elder Jedi’s chest as it moved in rhythm to his breathing. He must have fallen back to sleep though it was hard to tell.
“Why did you choose this design?” He asked.
Plo did not respond. He must be asleep perhaps?
“Plo, are you–?”
“The design is not important.” The Kel Dor interrupted him, as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Clearly it is, Plo,” the human smirks, as he leaned down towards them. “Or else they wouldn’t be so carefully done”
“They aren’t.” He replied firmly.
Cin raised an eyebrow at that as he leaned back to look at him as he continued to stare aimlessly. He glanced back down see his large hand over his smaller one.
“Are...are you done studying?” Plo asked softly, not removing his gaze at the ceiling.
“I am.” He confirmed, as he pulled his hand back from Plo’s.
Plo nods as he turns back onto his side, facing away from Cin.
“Good night, darling.” He said.
“Good night to you as well.” He replied, as he laid back down on his side, turned towards him.
____
“Your Plo’s oldest friend, right?” Cin asked, as he sat next to Saesee in the cafeteria.
Saesee absently scrolls through the datapad with one hand as his other holds a steaming cup of tea. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I was observing the scars on his back last night and I asked him about it.” The Battlemaster answered.
“Did he fail to answer your questions?” The Council member questions.
“No, he answered them and let me touch them.”
“Then I fail to see the issue if he has already given you an explanation and let you study them.”
“He answered most of my questions except one.”
Saesee paused his reading and glanced at Cin, quirking a brow at him as an indication to continue.
“When I asked him why he chose that design, he wouldn’t answer me. He brushed it off as if not wanting to explain the meaning. I asked him again because I thought he was sleeping but he said that it wasn’t important.” Cin explained, as he leaned back in his chair.
Sae nods as he glanced back to his drink, swirling t gently as he seemed to be in deep thought to solve the predicament.
“He is closely guarded of why the design is the way it is. He never really tells anyone about why it is.” He answered after a moment.
Cin sat up quickly. “He said it was ritual scarring and it was his choice. Did something or someone–?”
“It’s not like that, Cin. It’s more...complicated.”
“Then how did you find out?”
“Because it took him a while for him to know he could trust me and know that I wouldn’t judge him.”
“Why is trust important? I know he trusts me and I trust him.”
Saesee sighed as he gathered his things. “There are those who won’t understand and think it would be a mistake for him to sit on the Council.”
Cin blinked as he processed this advice. What would be so worrisome to cause ridicule with someone as revered as Plo?
“If you are really curious. Ask him.” Saesee suggested, as he walked off. “He will eventually tell you.”
Cin nods. “Thank you.”
Saesee nods as he leaves.
___
“Can I ask you something?”
Plo glanced up from his work to his lover who stood patiently next to him. He had his hands behind his back which always showed his sense of confidence and stoicism to others. He set his work down and gave him his full attention.
He nods to proceed.
Cin breathes. “Do you trust me?”
Plo blinked in surprise. “What makes you think that? Have I done something to convey that?”
“Yes.”
Plo stood from his seat. “I am sorry if I have caused any distrust between us. If there’s any way I can remedy this, tell me.”
Cin remained firm in his position as he gazed up at the Kel Dor, determination burning within his stormy blue eyes. “If you trust me, then show me what the design means.”
Plo was taken aback by the request as he glanced at the floor with shoulders slumped.
“I...I see…” he said, as he gazed worriedly at his fingers.
Cin relaxed his posture as he gently took the Kel Dor’s hand in his own, rubbing gentle circles as he looked up at his goggles.
“If it is hard to do, I will understand.” He said.
Plo shook his head. “No, no you...you deserve to know.”
Cin smiles. “Thank you.”
“We need to go outside without witnesses. Is that alright?”
“It’s fine by me.”
“...Please don’t be afraid.”
Cin frowned at the warning, but nods in confirmation.
____
They stood at night in the secret open gardens that he knew about. Plo glanced around for any guards or other Jedi as he stood in the middle of the field.
“It’s ok, Plo, no one is here but us.” Cin reassured, standing a few feet away.m with arms crossed.
“You can never be too careful.” Plo chides, as he got into position with feet firmly planted on the ground, facing the open night sky.
“I am certain of it. Now what is that you wanted to show me?”
“In just a moment, please, Cin.” There was a look of worry from the Kel Dor. “Also don’t be afraid or come close. I don’t wish to harm you if I lose control of it.”
Cin nods.
There was silence in the gardens as Plo closed his eyes, calling to the Force as he out stretched his hand to the night. Cin could have sworn there was an odd burning smell around Plo but there wasn’t anything burning around them, but then there was flicker from him. Green flickers bounced off of his fingers like they were…
Crack!
Suddenly there was a streak of green emerald lighting that shot into the sky from the Kel Dor Jedi’s fingers. It was bright and dazzling as it illuminated the dark garden, showing the beauty of the flowers around them, but the way the lighting bounced off of Plo against his orange skin perfectly. Cin was in awe at the display.
When the lighting fades from Plo asides from the burning odor and stray sparks, he seems to relax. He gave steady breaths, as he brought his hand down to his side, fingers twitching as he did, trying regain control of the Force.
“That...was amazing.” Cin comments after a moment.
Plo glanced to him, momentarily forgot he was even there. He clasped his hands underneath his long robes, as to better control himself while directing his attention to the ground.
Cin frowned as he walked up to him. “It’s okay. I am not upset with you.”
Plo tilts his head as he felt a hand on his arm. Slowly, he removed his hand from his robes and onto Cin’s, gently holding his callous ones.
“You...aren’t upset with...my ability?” He asked, shyly.
“No, why would I be?” Cin smiles, creasing his cheek with finger.
“Most consider it the mark of the Sith. I am forbidden by the Council to use it…most don’t understand the difference.”
“Of course they don’t. They sit in their little bubble.” Cin scoffs. “Asides from you, Shaak and Sae, the rest are stagnant.”
“What about your linage siblings?”
“Please...Ki-Adi is stick in the mud and is going to aid the Grandmaster in running us to the ground. Kit was only given the spot because Trebor died and he survived Geonosis. He hardly knows what to do and most don’t consider him much.”
Plo laughs. “You aren’t wrong, darling.”
“Am I ever?”
“Shaak would argue against that.”
“Shaak isn’t here. She has no objection.”
They laughed as the tension settles between them. Plo rested his forehead against Cin’s in a comforting manner, and Cin smiles up at him in return.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, cresing his cheek once more. “I wish to make you feel appreciated where others would not. Regardless of your lighting.”
Even in the darkness, he could still tell that he was blushing underneath his hand, as he ducked into his neck, clicking.
“Do I have to return the gesture first?” Plo asked.
“No, it’s ok. I wish to spoil you.”
“Cin…” He gave soft trill.
Cin laughed as he dragged him inside without much trouble.
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