#sylvren

[kengoa]

Sylvren is having so much fun on Hutta

At least he got to meet up with Raist in the end :D

[sweetsquirrel]

Quick doodle of my 3 Eldaryan OC <3

[sweetsquirrel]

Think I will make a comic or a fanfiction to tell the story of Eirianwein and Sylvren

Ok so I’m starting to construct the background of my two OC Sylvren and Eirianwein because I love them so much, and I wanted to share it with you so you can maybe love them as I am. For now, that’s all you need to know :

Eirianwein : - Obsidian - Eirianwein is approximatively the same age than Valkyon - She is Sylvren’s big sister - She is an orphan - She has been adopted by Sylvren’s father when she was young, he founded her during a mission - She has a strong temperament and doesn’t hesitate to say it when she doesn’t agree with Eel guard’s decisions - She is other protective with Sylvren - She act before thinking - She had an husband but the Eel guard said that he is dead during a mission and she doesn’t know what happened to him. She is trying to find out - Works sometimes at her father’s bar with Sylvren (she is a singer) - Big friend of Caméria

Sylvren : - Obsidian too ( but Ezarel is trying to take him in his guard because Sylvren is one of the best alchemist of the guard) - Gay (he has feelings for Valkyon) but not feminine - He is working at his father’s bar when he is not here - He is really confident and funny with everyone but can’t handle it when Valkyon is here (he is too shy with him, save him please) - He is really curious and wants to understand everything. He would remake the world if he could - Strong and good in strategy

I will make an other point on their father but I don’t have time for now. I think you’ll love him because I do :3

Tell me what you think ! Love xxx

[kengoa]

Sylvren stared at both of his fathers both in confusion and in shock.

“What I do in private is what I do, I don’t need to go on a date or anything like that. Not when I have work here to do.”  he replied back. 

He was happy to work on all the projects that him and Lethe had or to help Saoshinn on any mission he had.  Yet the idea of being sent out to date was less than a pleasant idea to deal with.  Besides a hand was good enough when the urge became too great.

Yet his logic wasn’t tooken up and now he found himself sitting in some Cantina room with a drink in hand and some poor human girl telling him that his ears were so cute and that she really, really wanted to touch them.

He hadn’t had to deal with such annoyance since he left school and he had no intention of letting any one of these people here touching his person.

“What about your tail? May I?” She asked making Sylvren narrow his gaze at her. Speed Dater #5 was a clear no. Especially when she tried to reach over the small table to touch him, his quick reflexes kicked in and grabbed her arm tightly.

“I said no,” he said in a low voice just as the bell rung meaning it was time to switch partners. He shoved back her arm and crossed his arms as he watched her leave the table looking upset.

As soon as she left another human girl took up the empty seat with a small hello.  She wasn’t that bad, quiet, polite, seemingly from a good family. And then she started to sneeze, not just once or twice but over and over again causing her to leave the table in apologies because she was allergic to fur. 

That was a bit of a blow to himself. One of a few decent folks met from an hour of speed dating and one of the nicer ones ran off unable to stop sneezing around him.

Now that simply left him with the cheerful officer who was curious as to what it was he did, the archivist who seemed just unsure about what to do with this situation like him. The rich twins who seemed decent though he had an idea that they were simply doing this to draw attention away from something else.

Sylvren lowered his ears at the paper he had filled out during the whole switching session. Two guys, two girls. Not bad, a 50 percent chance of reproductive success assuming it went that far.

  Now all that was left was to turn the slip into the moderators and let them fill out the rest while they went up to the cantina to drink and have some fun.  Yet there was a sinking feeling within Sylvren as it became time to wait.

He was comfortable with himself and what he had been doing with his life and yet being surrounded with others being so carefree made him a bit self conscious.  Even sitting at the bar he was able to see and hear the others all talking and laughing while he sat alone nursing his drink.

The slips were handed back out with both notes and thanks one by one and people slowly started to leave the Cantina while Sylvren only took a glance at the notes left on his before crumbling it up and tossing it away. Shooting down his drink he left in a huff into the rain.  There was still another dating event he could get to before he would call it a night, it was just on the other side of the city.

Unknowingly on the other side of Brigade territory.

The first pass though the territory was without harm, Sylvren walked stewing in his own mind not noticing that more than a few eyes landed on him as he passed through. A few hours later though and another failed attempt to find someone Sylvren crossed though again though greatly disappointed and upset.  Was he missing  something? Was there something he was doing wrong? Surely there was something missing. Maybe he could ask his father’s and see if they had something to suggest.

Sylvren shoke his head, he was feeling tired now. Did he drink too much? Couldn’t have been, he watched what he had been drinking.  Why was he so dizzy?

He stumbled against a wall using it to hold himself up as he tried to get his vision to stop being blurry, The force was warning him about something but whatever it was trying to warn him about it was too late. Something hard and heavy hit him in the back of the head making his face slam into the wall before he crashed to the floor.

[kengoa]

Switched Pub Side

Courscant

Sylvren hummed as he worked on his latest design at his desk his tail swaying happily with the music that came from the holotransmition. 

He’s plans for making his own cybernetic shop inbetween the military base and the SIS base pinned to the wall allowing him to look up at them as he worked.  He had his goal at least and he was sure that he would make it a reality since a military life was clearly not the right way to go for himself. 

He worked steadily sketching and redesigning the logo that he was going to have for his ship until he heard a faint ringing that made his ear flick backwards making him look back.

“Hmm?”  his eyes scanned the rest of the room that was filled with a number of boxes and tables. For a second he thought that it was an alarm but seeing how his own my the bed wasn’t going off it drew him to get up and search for it.

“Whats going on?” he asked himself as he frowned lightly digging through boxes that had the sound coming from them.  It was odd he didn’t recall anything in the boxes that could make a ringing sound more or less one that so annoying.

His boxes had been filled with parts that he had bought from a vendor and other trusted sources. Unless?? Maybe one of them had put something in there to spy on his work and because he never took it out maybe it was sounding out because it needed a charge?

He couldn’t help but let out a growl as he dug through the piles before noticing something small almost cube-ish glowing and chiming loudly trapped under durametal stints and bars.

Ears shooting back and tail flicking in annoyance behind him he reached out with the force to avoid releasing a slew of parts falling back on it. At first it struggled to lift up from it’s trapped location but with a slight pull he could feel it coming his way only to feel something else pull at him.

For a few seconds the room lit up in a bright flash as he felt like he was falling suddenly.

“Ahh!” Sylvren shouted as he found himself stumbling froward and tripping  over all sorts of things before crashing into the bed that he grumbled into.

With a growl he lifted himself up ready to snap a comment at the holocron that he had tried to pull towards him only to notice that this was not his room.

There was sunlight pouring into the room, there was a smell of oil in the room that smelt faintly of him and the place was a mess.  Boxes upon boxes, and work benches and all sorts of papers and datapads cluttered around everywhere.

His tail flicked side to side angerly as his ears remained pulled back. The holotransmition that was to be music was just building on that headache he had making him stomp over to it and shut it down.

Where was he and how was he going to get back to his own room? Better yet where was the holocron he was trying to grab? It was a worrying thought but whoever had this room was working on cybernetics and drawings for some reason.

[kengoa]

Switched

Dromund Kaas

Sylvren stretched as he left he got up from his work, his tail swaying behind him as he yawned and rolled his shoulders. Perhaps he should give his studies a break and move on to something else for the rest of the day.  After all there was only so much studying one could do on the brain before one’s own brain started to hurt.  And truthfully he was not willing to let the small throbbing in the back of his get any worse than it already was.

At least they had tea for that.

Leaving the study and heading towards the stairs his ears perked up at the sound of a constant ringing coming from his room.  Sure he had a holocron in there given by Saoshinn himself when he was younger but the chiming sound was never this loud to be heard from the halls.  Maybe something was wrong with it or maybe it had something to show him. After all he had come to learn that these devices were not as static as they seemed to be.

Stepping into his room he looked around before spotting the holocron on it’s shelf glowing brightly and ringing even louder than it was from outside of the room.

“Alright why are you so loud?” he questioned as he walked over to it before using the force to pull it to his hand.

Yet as he pulled through the force something else pulled at him making him stumble forward  as a bright light flashed through the room lighting it for a few seconds before the holocron dropped to the ground silent.

“Gah!” Sylvren shouted as he landed on the floor face first “What the hell?” he muttered sitting up rubbing his face. “What now you’re silent?” he asked as he grabbed the holocron and looked at it before noticing that this was not the place that he had once been in.

The dark wood bedroom with all sorts of books and tools was not his colorful room and ... was that rain outside of this building? It was sunny, wasn’t it? 

“What the kriff?” he muttered as he got up as a sudden chill came over him causing him to pull his red coat closer around him as his ears lowered some. This wasn’t good, something was here something cold through the force. 

[kengoa]

Persistent Memories

A little story with @starrealis Lethe pub version.

Life with a plush bed and toys was much better than a life spent in an alley way waiting for something to happen.

He could hear Lethe getting up in the next room but he wanted to stay in bed longer. Ducking  under the covers to avoid the light that was to be flipped on in his room he grinned thinking that he could trick the man he called dad. 

He waited with a grin his tail unknowingly giving away his position as it flicked side to side under the blankets.  How long had it been since he had hidden like this?

He tried to think as he waited for Lethe to come into his room. He could hear the water turn on in the other room for the fresher, only a matter of time he thought.

Something in the house fell unexpectedly, with a loud bang and crash, suddenly the comfort of the blankets was different. The smells different, the feel of the sheets and the clothes he wore different.

Sylvren froze under the sheets, blood he could smell blood. It flooded his senses and the sound of water being used in the fresher was drowned out by the thumping of his own heart as he could hear shouting and screams from through out the house.

Fear gripped at him as he heard the door to his room open up, the hush whispers of siblings going quiet as they could sense someone stalking into their room.

Lethe had rushed from the fresher pulling out one of the hidden blasters that was in the bathroom.  He wasn’t sure what that noise was but as he did a check through the house he found that a shelf had fallen shattering everything on it and under it.  Double checking the doors and windows he lowered his blaster and went to check on Sylvren who he assumed was still in his room.

Sure enough there was vaguely Sylvren shape object under the blankets but as he called out he found the boy unresponsive. A worried frown crossed his face as he went up to the bed and went to check on the boy. Pulling up the sheets though he did not expect to find the boy on the verge of crying looking past him.

“Sylvren, no, its alright.”

[thatslyboots]

The Package

The package had arrived in the early morning or so the servants had said. It was elegantly packaged and for a moment Valrae had thought it to have been from Sylvren. This seemed like something the ranger would have done. He often tried his best to spoil her. Whether that was taking her places, or even just lavishing her with compliments. Staring at the box upon her bed, the casually dressed Sin'dorei frowned. He really shouldn't have done such a thing. Running her palms over her plain white blouse and form fitting leggings, the blonde tenderly sat down upon the silk sheets. Grasping that letter that was attached to the top of that box, her delicate doll like digits peeled away that envelope.

"Syl..I'm going to kill you for d-" She began to speak as her jade pools scanned that parchment. Before she could carry on, that first line of that elegant writing struck her like a ton of bricks. Those words smacked her like a prized fighter and sent her into a daze. Completely gutted, Valrae grew pale as her mind began to reel. Quickly reading the rest of those beautifully phrased words, her small palm touched the side of her face. It couldn't have been, Solarien was dead or so she thought. Instantly dropping that parchment to the floor, that lithe from of her's slowly rose from it's seated position.

"Sol.." She quietly said. "Solarien is alive..." She cooed to that empty bedroom of her's. Her beloved brother and her had not parted on the best of terms the last time she spoke with him. At the time, Valrae didn't even desire to see him again she was so angered. But like all things, the passage time healed that wound or at least made it tolerable. Solarien was her next of kin. He was family, true family by blood. One could never truly be rid of such a thing.

Stumbling about that room as she paced back and forth, those now tearing eyes of her's seemed to glance back to that package. Running her fingertips through her blonde bangs, the slender woman expelled a warm breath from her inviting pink lips. Resisting the urge to cry, Valrae choked down that well of emotion much like she always did. The heir to the Sunseeker fortune and estate was back, or at least he was coming back. What was he going to say? What was he going to -do-? Many emotions began to wash over her in that moment as she quickly rushed to that box. Tearing open the paper, the woman scrambled to see the contents of it.

This way and that way, that beautiful wrapping went until her fingertips grazed over that stunning fabric. Opening her peridot pools widely once more, a gasp rolled from her smooth throat. He spoiled her again just like he always did. Damn that Solarien. He knew right well with such a thing, she would have to attend dinner with him. She cared way too much to deny him of anything, especially her company.

Reaching for that gown she held it to herself for inspection. It was backless, and showcased a good portion of her flesh, not to mention the large slit upto her curved hip. It appeared to fit based on first glance. He remembered her measurements. He remembered everything. Such an item didn't surprise her at all. He knew her tastes and he knew exactly which shade of blue would appeal to her and exemplify her beauty even more. Solarien had always had his opinions on her and her looks. If he had his way (and most often he did) Valrae would appear just as he desired her too.

Lowering that striking gown back down to the bed, Valrae quickly turned away from it. She didn't expect this turn of events. Part of her was excited and glad he had managed to stay alive this long. She had figured the grand Catacylsm might have done him in but thankfully such was not the case. Sol was still alive, and kicking. He was coming for her, and Valrae didn't know whether to smile because someone she knew who loved her would stand by her side, or cry knowing that her freedom she desperately loved was about to be gone with a simple charming smile.