Advisory Needed
She was beautiful in the way a sand snake was, coiled and bright eyed and watching your every move, still as a stone, but you knew that any moment, any movement, and that would be your death, swift and sure and burning, that from the point she touched would come the fire in your veins that would consume you.
He felt her gaze from across the table, felt how those bright green eyes tracked his movements, minute as they were. Knew that the prince at his side was unaware of this, that he thought that the Sith's gaze was on himself, that the galaxy revolved with Kalduur as it's axis, everything else only an idea, only a blur of light that would have to be reconsidered in the next revolution. Kal was the sun and Triis was just the nearby planet too used to being burned to do much else but deflect meteors.
And still her gaze, burning him from across the few feet of durasteel between them while he kept his gaze on the briefing happening at the head of the table, Hux speaking, then his cousin, their similar hair colors making something in the Advisor's stomach twist. Love, it seemed, was everywhere.
And across the durasteel, luminous green eyes, burning, burning....
"Of course we have to think about the cultural significance of an attack on this day." Kalduur was saying, his own eyes glowing. "Diplomacy on this date would serve a far better purpose-"
"And why would we need to worry about such a primitive culture? They have a large population, yes, but the attack would be swift. The loss for us would be miniscule." Hux's arms were folded behind his back, his chin raised as his eyes stayed trailed on the plans, not even sparring his Royal a glance.
Triis bristled, his voice cool while he toned "If we do not the Order will be painted as monsters, and we want to be the gracious saviors, then a diplomatic route may be more beneficial. While we are well aware that the Order has ample numbers that can be cut down by a small percentage, it seems redundant to go into a planet expecting to lose a few hundred troopers when we could cut the loss to a single squadron or two."
The advisor met the head General's eyes evenly, pastel blue gaze almost glowing with ire until Hux looked to his apprentice. "Is this true, Kosmik?"
For her part, his cousin did not even blink, violet eyes trained on her tablet as her fingers moved over it quickly, examining the screen for a moment before nodding curtly. "It does seem that a diplomatic approach may cut down on the loss percentage."
"Then we will send our diplomats first." And that was that. The meeting was moving on, and Triis couldn't help but give a little smirk.
That was, until he looked forward, forgetting in his small victory that he had been keeping himself from looking in that direction for a very specific reason.
And there she was, eyes bright and watchful, sitting much straighter than she had been before he had spoken up, eyes somehow more alert, as beneath the deep blue clay his hair took a turn toward blue as well.
An elbow bumped his own, and then he was looking at Kal, meeting his friend's smile with a exasperated look as the royal leaned forward to whisper "Good work, Baiiny, now we'll be going on planet for a little while!"
Triis elbowed him back, not bothering to answer as he pointedly faced the end of the table again.
"Aw come on, isn't that what you want?"
Triis's hair turned slightly blue as his mind brought up an image. He wanted a lot of things, he wanted Sakroemi suns on his skin, sand beneath his feet, he wanted to hear the ocean even when the night was dead silent, feel the breeze come off the waves...
Her eyes were luminous as she gazed up at him, her nose resting against his pelvis, her lips wrapped around the base of his phallus while electric heat shot up his spine, the sound of the shower in the background and the steam in the air only making the heat that was collecting in his body more apparent. His brain was hazy, but she was everywhere, making his knees shake and his fingers tighten in her hair...
"Baiiny, come on, isn't this what you want?"
He swallowed thickly, feeling his phallus twist in its sheathe in acknowledgement of his thoughts, feeling those eyes, those bright green eyes trained on his every reaction.
But Advisors didn't get what they wanted.