//NIGHTSISTER

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         LIPS DRAW UPWARD at the corners to reveal the gleam of enamels beneath, brought on of course by the sheer gaiety lilt of her voice. Bright eyes watch her carefully, following the flourish of her hand across his body & the cant of her skull. Shifting his weight slightly from one foot to the other, he comes to rest in easy contrapposto, arms folding across his chest & vambraces clinking together. 

 ❝ My darling, you seem to be quite caught up in my appearance for one who claims otherwise. ❞ A hand lifts from its resting position to gesture to her now, his smile taking on a near mischievous quality. The words that follow are not kind, but they keep up the same quality of teasing.  ❝ You should try upkeep sometime. It might actually suit you. Now, what exactly brings Asajj Ventress to these parts of the galaxy today? Had I expected you, maybe I would have up-kept for the occasion.❞

She affixes him with a scowl at the insult, despite knowing that it’s (mostly) meant in good fun. Maybe even because of it; who could really tell? The two of them aren’t exactly known for being open about their feelings towards one another. Teasing is about where her conversations with Kenobi started and ended. There’s little room for anything else in their usual duels, after all.

yes, that is most certainly a jump in his pulse. but he does not pull away from the fingers that ghost over his lips. there’s a maddening desire to let his eyes drift down to her own lips, but he instead keeps her gaze, watching the play in her eyes. there’s always been a repartee there between them, even when they were trying to kill each other. a flirtation always hovering just beneath the murder. an interesting sensation to be sure, and one he’s never felt with anyone else. 

     ❝ threatening me again, asajj? ❞ he asks, an almost playfulness in his tone even as         his eyes narrow, making the smile lines at the corners of his eyes crinkle. a hand         of his own drifts up slowly to ghost over her own upon his cheek. ❝ a truce. let         there be no killing tonight. ❞ his voice has nearly gone down to a husky whisper,         and they are dangerously close now. the temptation is maddening, and for how         renowned obi-wan’s iron will is, and his rigid following of the jedi order ( a boast of         himself he laughs at on a normal day ), he is WORRYINGLY close to giving into         that temptation. but this, like most of their interactions, has the edge of a game         to it, and the first move in this game of chess, he believes, is to see who will         move their piece first - who will take the plunge. admittedly, he’s not far off from         it being him. 

Asajj hums thoughtfully, making a show of considering his request. There’s a sudden ease that drifts through her at Obi-wan’s touch-- something surprisingly gentle for a heated exchange shared in the corner of a bar. In all the time spent dueling him, trading blows that came dangerously close to ending the other’s life right there, on some nondescript planet where clones and droids alike fell to unforgiving blaster fire... she had never pegged General Kenobi as gentle.

She would have been wrong to, anyhow, because it isn’t the General or the Jedi Master that is gentle. It’s the man beneath those titles who is.

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“Yes, I can hear you loud and clear, unfortunately.” She rolled her eyes. “You have an obnoxiously loud voice. But if you really think I give a damn who you are you’re in for a rude awakening.”

Ventress steadied her grip on the hilt of her sabers, keeping a suspicious eye on the man before her. He carries himself with the manner of a warrior, that’s for sure, and a proud one at that. The universe is full of proud men who delight in flexing their (literal and figurative) muscles, and Ventress has encountered more than her fair share of them. More often than not once you strip away the bravado there’s very little ‘warrior’ left to be found… still, there’s no harm in being cautious.