i can't ask about phae/hyal for that ship meme because you beat me to it, BUT i can ask about kavi/seth! :P
Who is a night owl: Sethali. I totally have this vibe that Seth can and likes to stay up late and not deal with mornings.
Who is a morning person: No one. I can’t envision either one of them as early birds. XD
Are they cuddlers: Seth first has to get really secure and comfortable around Kavi to the point she will feel at ease being cuddled by him but I reckon once she allows him for cuddles, she never wants him to stop. Kavi would cuddle her any time, any day.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: They switch off.
What is their favourite sleeping position: I can imagine Seth would be fetal position while Kavi sleeps face up, arms completely crossed over his chest like he’s some kind of slumbering mummy waiting to rise up from his tomb.
Who steals all the blankets: Lol Kavi does. He likes soft things.
What they wear to bed: Kavi is shirtless but wears loose fitting pants. I feel like Seth would wear a baggy t-shirt and comfortable shorts/boxers.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Kavi does. He thinks Sethali looks beautiful in everything.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Seth. She’s always pushing herself to work on so much and ends up overexerting her energy limits. Kavi usually watches over her to make sure she doesn’t fall over and fall asleep on the floor.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: They both do. Seth from all her experiences as an Imperial Agent and for Kavi, it was when he was captured by Jedi and the Republic and he was forced to confront his mother who long ago abandoned him and his father to keep her Jedi image relatively pure. There was also the time when Lord Zash tried to take over his his body and he loathed feeling so vulnerable and betrayed by his mentor like that.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Sethali all the way. Kavi was not amused so he tweaked her nose. XD
Who can’t keep their hands to themself: This one is so Kavi. He really enjoys touching Seth and remind her how much she is loved and he hates being parted from her.
Get yourself a fine, fashionable, and loving Sith who can kill your enemies and then later perform an exotic dance for your earthly pleasures. XD
Before he was discovered to be Force Sensitive, Kavi was training to become a cantina dancer after his father and he still knows how to dance despite spending now most of his time with his Sith training. So he wanted to throw a special surprise for his lover Seth ( @highjustices‘s lovely imperial agent), who is partly embarrassed as well as delighted by the show she is about to get.
And thank you a million to @kitteria/ @kitteria-art for bringing this commission to life! This art is so incredible and divine and I love how fresh and vivid all the colors in this look! Your coloring skills and style are quite distinct and awe-inspiring! <3 <3
Here is my second entry for day two of ockiss18! I had this bad boy written up on Monday but didn’t have a whole lot of time to finish typing it all out throughout the last couple of days. But it’s up now and I am very pleased with what I came up with. Next up for OC kissing is my SWTOR OC Kavi Zifon and @highjustices‘s Sethali Kuda! I’m continuing where she left off in Cipher’s Folly. Already things are a little tense and I have feeling by the end, Chorus is going to want to kill me for the cliffhanger. :D
Sethali’s impersonal use of his title and rather curt, overly professional behavior towards him stung, more than he imagined it would. Coupled with that and the fact she never answer back to his personal message were clear signs of rejection, that to her, last night was a one-time thing only. That was fine, he could live with that decision, regardless if it left a gnawing, gaping hole inside of him.
What a fool I was, to hope for something more. I must be growing soft,, if I forgot the words both the Sith Academy and my father told me: never get too close someone and then become attached.
Of course, he had broken that rule before when he lived on Nar Shaddaa with his father, who made money dancing in cantinas and entertaining wealthy or powerful clients on the side. He had a few friends growing up and even when he was sent to Korriban for training he still kept in touch--albeit covertly, for everyone’s protection. Perhaps it was a combination of wishful thinking and hope that made him reach out to Seth and attempt to form a relationship--or anything for that matter--between them. Either way, the results royally backfired on him and now, he had a partner who probably wanted less to do with him than before, the Sith reckoned.
Their assignment took them outside the main Empire compound and to a smaller, long forsaken camp, and during the whole ride there, Kavi attempted to not ponder about how frozen his balls were after enduring Hoth’s chilling, unforgivingly harsh weather. He couldn’t wait for this mission to be over and he and Sethali were moved to a much warmer planet. Maybe the Imperial agent’s less than friendly nature would become more tolerable under tropical conditions. Who knwos, maybe witnessing him a swimsuit might change her mind about him. After all, he was built for the beach.
“This is where the coordinates the captain gave us end,” said Seth, her perfunctory voice slicing through his dreary reverie. “But that’s odd. I don’t really see anything. Nothing left of his squad or the cache he could have concealed the datapad in nearby.” While she double-checked the coordinates, Kavi calmly listened to the Force and their surroundings, searching for any clues they might have missed since they arrived. Right now, he definitely preferred to let Sethali do most of the talking while he slipped into deep concentration.
“Wasn’t there a gigantic snowstorm after the captain was forced to abandon this campsite?” wondered the Mirialan agent out loud as she pushed some snow aside with her boots. “What we’re searching for could be buried underneath these snowbanks!” She turned to Kavi for a second opinion. He granted her a respectful head tilt in her direction and towards the pile of snow behind her.
“That is highly possible,” he responded, voice lacking the good cheer or gaiety she once heard in the privacy of his own quarters, when it was simply the two of them, alone and warm in his bed. She loathed how lackluster Kavi sounded now and assayed to ignore the relentless, keen dagger of guilt twisting itself inside of her. Separation was better this way. Fraternizing with a Sith would be hazardous to her health and sanity. “And I am sensing a few objects underneath this entire mountain of snow. Perhaps the captain’s fallen comrades and the datapad lies there.”
Unfortunately, neither one of them had the foresight to bring a shovel yet Kavi assured her lifting snow was an easy feat for a Sith like him. So in utter silence he blew or pushed away the mounds of snow, rapidly revealing several frozen corpses and a small metal box near an out-stretched arm. Relief flooded through Seth. Finally, they could complete this portion of the and determine what encrypted information laid inside the locked datapad that was worth killing an elite Imperial squadron over. As she reached for the metal box, Kavi reached out and grasped her wrists tightly, halting her movements briefly. She cut him an irked glare.
“What the hell?!”
“Sssh!” The Sith relinquished one of her hands to put a finger to his mouth. “We’re not alone. Someone has been observing our actions and now, they’re headed this way.”
Already reaching for her sniper rifle, Seth unholstered the gun from hr back and picked up the metal case after Kavi released her other hand. If they had a fight on their hands, at least the object of their mission was light and could easily be transported or stashed in her gear. “Between the two of us, they’ll be outmatched. How many of them are there anyway?” Her self-assurance steadily faded away at the sight of a frown graving Kavi’s bronze features.
“More than we can handle right now, in these temperatures.” He nodded over to the speeders they utilized earlier to get to this hostile location. “Go and hop on, I’ll will drive their attention towards me and away from you.” His lightsaber ignited, vivid scarlet against an endless niveous backdrop, a harbinger of the massacre that awaited the Miralukan Sith.
“Are you crazy?!” she hissed, tugging on his free hand so he would follow her. “There is no need to play heroics, Kavi! Not when there is time for the both of us to escape!”
His tragic smile nearly broke her damn heart. “No, there isn’t. The Force showed me that they have the means to snipe down a speeder--unless they believe the person they’re battling possesses the data they seek. While I distract them, you can sneak out of here undetected and return to the base with our missions accomplished.” He patted her hand fondly, pleased to hear under such dire circumstances, she was worried about him. At least that notion would grant him a small measure of comfort prior he’d race towards a fight with an unknown foe. The opponents weren’t Sith but if the suspects were Jedi, like he could sense, then these Jedi were different compared to the peace-loving ones he encountered with in the past. From what he could gauge of their aura, these Force users were battle-harden warriors who would sacrifice their lives without a thought to get a hold of that datapad. If they desired to die a martyr’s death, then they can simply save him the trouble and fall on their own bloody lightsabers.
“Kavi, this plan of yours makes no sense! You could die out here, in these freezing conditions, without the proper shelter or provisions!” Emotions, countless of them, clouded her mind and clawed at her heart, leaving deep, torn scars within her. “I just...I can’t leave you behind. Not like this.”
“Sethali.” His tone was serene yet sharp, brooking no argument. “You must. If I do not fall, you should be able to track my location through the joint tracking chips we share.” A precaution of the mission, their higher-ups claimed but he and Seth learned how to disable and re-enable the chips whenever it suited them.
Taking a chance, he took a hold of her hands, rubbing his thumbs tenderly over her knuckles. For once, she didn’t flinch in his presence or try to pull away. He bent down and kissed both of her hands, despite feeling nothing but the soft, padded material of her gloves. Still, the kiss was enough to display that despite what transpired between them, he still cared about her.
“And thank you,” he added, letting her hands go, squashing down the desire to stroke her face once more time.
“For what?” She could barely move, let alone speak properly.
“For calling me by my name again. It’s nice.” He turned his face away from Seth, fixating his Force gaze on the figures slowly creeping towards their location, attempting to remain unseen. “Now go, Sethali. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
Whether it was the Force or Seth’s own pragmatism finally kicking in, he heard the snow crunch softly underneath her weight as the agent surreptitiously made her escape on one of the speeders, the object of their assignment ticked safely in her bag. Now it was turn to complete the mission. The ignited lightsaber still humming beneath his fingertips, he strolled out into the open, the Force guiding him to the five enemies lying in wait. Three Jedi...how intriguing.
“You can stop playing hide-and-go-seek. I was able to sense you all miles away, even in this weather.” he called out dryly. Sethali’s aura was evanenscing...the distance between them was increasing. Good. The Republic couldn’t touch her now.
“Stand down, Sith. Hand over the datapad and your life will be spared.” commanded the oldest Jedi, the de facto leader of the group. It was her connection to the Force that first alerted him. Not because of how strong or in-tuned she was with the Force but how familiar her bond was. And once he heard that Jedi’s voice, his suspicions were confirmed. That voice on old holo recordings had stayed with and haunted him ever since he was a little boy.
“I’ll yield to no Jedi or lackey of the Republic.” He brandished his lightsaber out in front of himself, his grip flexible but firm. “Regardless of whom I’m facing.” He paused a little for the dramatic effect.
Coming about a few days late is day 6 of my OC Kiss Week extravaganza. The theme for this one is “Intoxicated”, starring one of my newer OCs, Kavi Zifon, and @queenzabrak‘s Sethali Kuda I thought it’d be amusing to see Seth interact with one of my Sith characters because Kavi is both chill and yest so intense on certain things. And kind of a jokester. I hope you like the story and how I portrayed your darling avocado agent (and wow, this ficlet got away from me in terms of length). XD
Sethali had very low tolerance for Sith these days and continued to grit her teeth hours after the Keeper gave her an assignment. She was suppose to meet an up and coming Sith star and be his bodyguard. Given to her past with psychotic or maniacal Sith Lords, the Keeper admitted he was reluctant to give her this mission because she would have her hands full with the Eagle. But since her new job insisted on having the best and he too would be hunting the Eagle and his network down, the Council decreed the two of them would work together.
At least this no-good Sith suggested they get acquainted at a cantina. Meant he had some amount of taste.
Grumbling at her lack of luck, Sethali ordered another another cocktail--this time with peaches, pomegranate, and lime. Maybe she would get through this encounter a little tipsy. As she waited anxiously at the bar, she felt the presence of someone sitting next to her and as she inclined her head around to take a peek, she blinked in surprise. At her right was a Miraluka with flawless bronze skin and golden hair, a slim pair of shades covering his eyesockets. He cocked his head at her and smiled winsomely, revealing a marvelous set of dimples. His Adonis looks nearly knocked her over her chair and stole the wind from her. How in the blazes did she not see this man at all in Dromund Kaas?
“Hello,” he nearly purred, his voice akin to velvet. “Do you know any good drinks to recommend?”
She nodded and then mentally cursed, knowing full well he couldn’t see her movements. “Uh, yeah, all their cocktails are divine and their sangria or fruit wine isn’t half band either. Don’t know much about their strong spirits though--never tried them.”
The Miraluka smiled again, just as beguiling and handsome as before. Why did this day have to be the day she was meeting a Sith?! “Thank you for the suggestions. I’ll try one of their sangrias then.” He flagged the bartender and asked for a white sangria, his lips still stretched out into full beam. Once his order was placed, he returned his attention back to you. “I hope you don’t mind if I drink with you.”
“Not at all,” she began, “but unfortunately, I’m suppose to meet up with someone here soon and talk business. And from what I hear, the Sith don’t like to be kept waiting.”
The man arched one eyebrow at her comment, curiosity blooming across his tan, sculpted features. “A Sith, you say?”
“Yeah, and it bites.” Unable to stop herself, Sethali quaffed down more of her second cocktail as her new acquaintance (for lack of a better term) sipped on his sangria. “I just know I’ll be involved with another Sith who will try to electrocute me or fling me into the wall with the Force for ‘speaking up’. Are there any sane Sith in the Empire?”
“Perhaps,” replied the man, “but it depends who you ask. And oh, before I forget my manners, my name is Kavi.”
“Sethali,” she provided, hoping she’d see him again once her new Sith partner chased him off. “Seth, for short.”
Prior Kavi could open his mouth and respond, two goons, both robed and wearing hoods, approached them. Sethali tensed up, hand instinctively reaching for her knife strapped to her belt. Were these servants or apprentices of the Sith partner, coming to chew her out and hurt Kavi for “distracting her”? Whatever the reason, she was going cut off their fingers and more. She rose, prepared to confront them when Kavi held his hand up and shook his head, mouth whispering “no”. She frowned, wondering how she could sense them from so far away, unless his hearing was as sharp as a vine cat.
“They’re not here for you. They’re hear for me.” he only explained as the two thugs soon stood right behind him. A dark look settled over his face and his grin became twisted, conniving even. “Why are you here, befouling this droll establishment with your stench? Don’t you two have better tasks to do, such as training? Or trying not to look so ghastly?”
The first one bristled. “You can’t even see and yet you call us ugly?!”
Kavi snorted. “I’m well attuned with the Force. It shows me many things and your unfortunate mug is one of them.”
“You’ll pay for killing our friend Maxsel!” growled the second one, drawing his lightsaber. “A slave like you isn’t fit to be Sith.”
At this exchange, Sethali’s eyes widen, realization overtaking her viridian features. Kavi, this Miraluka standing before her...he was her assignment. He was the Sith she was suppose to guard and team up with. Was all this some sort of a ploy, a sick game he wanted to tease her and make her feel at ease?
“I don’t believe you,” she said lowly at Kavi, whose eyeless gaze continued to be rooted at her. “You knew who I was before you came here and decided to play with me.” The agent craved to toss her drink at him yet the thought the better of it. She definitely wasn’t going to waste a cocktail on the likes of him.
“How could I have known you were to be my bodyguard without sight?” he answered drily, gesturing to his shades. “I didn’t realize who you were until you said your name. Your aura, your presence was what drew me to you in the first place.”
Guilt about momentarily forgetting he was blind seeped through her but she didn’t have long to stew in it for one of Kavi’s foes, fed up with getting ignored, lunged forward with his lightsaber ignited and poised at Kavi’s head. Barely moving, Kavi flicked his wrist back and bolt of lighting rocketed out of his hand, hurtling the Sith apprentice into the opposite wall. The other enemy had Seth’s knife abruptly embedding in his chest and was now slowly choking on his own blood. Staring at the dying apprentice, the agent groaned.
“I’m going to get punished for that, aren’t I?” she groused, motioning the barkeep for another drink.”
Kavi regarded her thoughtfully. “No, you won’t. Not on my watch.” The firmness in his tone was so jarring, especially since he seemed so jovial a few minutes ago. “Perhaps we should talk about our business in private.”
Crossing her arms, she nodded. “Fine.”
They ended up not spending too much time on the mission at hand, much to Kavi’s amusement. Once the reveal of his identity betided, he expected Sethali to like him very little or not at all. She continued to be wary around him but after a couple of more drinks on both of their parts, she began to loosen up a little and in turn, so did he. He discovered she really relished fruity drinks and filled that bit of information for later. Perhaps after when their partnership was over he’d send her a gift.
“What did that man mean when he called you a slave? Were you a slave once?”
He was rather surprised she cared enough to ask. Maybe it was alcohol. Either way, he didn’t mind. His life of slavery was in the past now and he came so far from where he began. He wasn’t ashamed of his low status, it merely served to make him stronger. “Yes, I was, until, at a tender age, I displayed a magnificent amount of talent in the Force. Helps being a Miraluka too.” He chuckled, downing down his latest drink. “Yet some of my opponents don’t like the idea of being defeated by a former slave and are obsessed with reminding me about it. Their words, their petty insults do not hurt me.”
There was a change in Seth’s mood, a shift in her aura, and suddenly, he felt her fingers brushing against his hand and there was a raucous scraping of chair scrapping the floor. Their knees were nearly touching now, he could sense it. “What does hurt you?” She never called him “my lord” or “milord” and he never asked her too. Casual terms were better for their working relationship this way.
A smirk danced on his lips. “Searching for a way to injure me in case I go crazy?” he teased.
“No, I’m not,” came the insistent response. Kavi wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not yet let the issue slide. “It’s just...you seem so normal and way too cheery to be any Sith Lord I know.”
“Why be all doom and gloom when you can be fabulous?” He leaned in slightly, smelling her scent of leather, sweat, alcohol, and a subtle yet beautiful mix of vanilla and nutmeg. The scents, particularly the vanilla and nutmeg base notes, engulfed his senses, intoxicating his head, quickening his heartbeat as well causing the blood in his veins to rush so wildly and jocosely. His speech was robbed from him, all Kavi could ponder about was how delicious and pleasing Sethali smelled like and then wondered what she tasted like. Was he that inebriated that he could think about was getting a kiss from a charming, quick-witted woman? When did he become such an untried youthling?
Judging from the amused flare he experienced in her aura, Seth must have smiled a bit. “Point taken.” Her clothes rustled a little, his ears picking up her body leaning forward as well. All of a sudden, his mind was plagued with images of their faces being a hair breadth away, mouths partly opened and begging for the other to come and claim them. Sethali didn’t seem as closed off to him now, her presence, the infliction of her voice appeared inviting and playful, almost enticing.
Swallowing and wetting his dry lips, Kavi took the chance. “Sethali...Seth, pardon me for my forwardness, but I really desire to kiss you right now. If you have no wish to such an action to betide, please tell me and I shall bother you no more.”
The Mirialan agent was rather glad Kavi couldn’t witness her right now because her jaw was open wide and probably touching the floor by now. Did a Sith just ask her for permission to kiss her? Surely the universe must be imploding by now!
Still...he was insanely handsome and now, rather cute and who was she to complain if a young man like that found her attractive and wanted to kiss her?They were going to be working together anyhow so they might as well start comfortable with each other as soon as possible. Besides, she had been curious in how a Sith like him would kiss.
Without warning, she reached over and grabbed his face passionately, crashing her lips against his with such fervency and sloppiness that only happened after she indulged herself in way too many cocktails. Kavi’s hand snuck up behind her and cradled her neck, his fingers tangled into her brown hair. He even sucked a little on her button lip and she moaned into his mouth, enjoying the new, heady sensations overpowering her mind and trickling down her spine.
“I take it that was a ‘yes’,” Kavi remarked as they broke away, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smile.
“More like a ‘maybe’,” she bantered right back, matching his grin with one of her own. He tossed his head back and laughed.
“Sethali, I’m going to enjoy working with you from now on.”
3. Who would wrap the other in a blanket when the other one has a bad day?
This seems like something Kavi would totally do for Seth because he just wants to feel at ease and safe around him and cheer her up if her day particularly went south or simply frustrated her to no end.
13. Who takes longer getting ready?
Kavi because that man wants to look like an Adonis every time he steps outside. His hair has to be styled and groomed to perfection and every strand of hair must remain in place. He also likes to dress to DEPRESS so he also takes time to plan his outfit for the day.
Meanwhile, Seth complains about him hogging all the hot water and the mirror. XD
42. Who sneaks in cookies in the shopping cart?
I can envision them both doing this. Either the cookies end up being completely opposing flavors or the same one so at the end of the day, they have more cookies then they know what to do with.
72. Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?
Definitely Kavi. He’s not the type to be in denial of how he feels, despite his Sith training. If he likes someone, he’ll tell them.
