#deeztral

“I…don’t know. You said the word ‘stuffed’ so I – well –” 

This was not an appropriate discussion to be having in public, but that was nothing new for the two of them. Other museum-goers walked quickly past them, averting their eyes and ears. 

“I mean, I didn’t mean it in a flirty way. I was just thinking–” 

Honestly, what had he been thinking? Sometimes thoughts, questions, even ideas came to him almost as if from somewhere else. Maybe it was a leftover effect of his days as a sky-walker, or maybe it had something to do with how he got his third sight back. But he always felt as if there was something out there watching him, or guiding him, or just straight-up controlling him. 

None of that really mattered at the moment though. For once, they were having a museum date to themselves, and the galaxy wasn’t actively ending due to certain other party members’ propensity for senseless violence. They stood in front of one of those large displays that showed a few taxidermied animals posed around their appropriate environment, and Zistral got a long look at some unidentified feline creature’s yawning mouth and sharp tusks. He felt a shiver run up his spine. 

“When I was an Inquisitor, there was this weird museum-thing that – uh, well, honestly it was kinda dark. Literally and metaphorically, cuz it was not very well lit in there. But there were some, umm, deceased Force users all propped up in there. Someone had to have posed them, right?” 

Vurows frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder if I could do that to Thevaro. Maybe we could keep him as a trophy after I kill him.” His face scrunched up a bit after thinking about it a little longer. “Actually, nevermind. I don’t think there’d be much left to pose. And also I don’t like looking at him.” 

“That is so not the point I am trying to make, but I appreciate the creativity, thank you.” Zistral squeezed Vurows’s hand a little and turned back to the museum display. “Please don’t kill him, also.”

“No promises.” 

Zistral felt a stress headache coming on. “Well let’s not think about all that right now. I think if I died and had to be a museum display, I’d want to be posed like, peeking out from under a cardboard box, so you can only see my eyes or something.” 

“I’m not letting the museum keep you.” Vurows said quickly. “I’ll steal you back.” 

“Oh,” Zistral said, “I kind of figured we were gonna die together and like, get donated at the same time or something. Like maybe we’re both under the box, I dunno.” 

The thought was romantic…to him, at least. Two of his favorite things. “Maybe we’re in a Dagobah display or something and they’ll import some swamp water in and we’re both posed like we’re drinking it.” 

Vurows gagged. 

Zistral sighed. “Okay, I’m the only one drinking it. What would you be doing?” 

“I can’t believe you would choose to be drinking swamp water forever over being in a cute pose with me.” Vurows looked like he was about to get moody. 

But – how could you ask Zistral to choose between his two great loves?!

“I mean, we’re both in the Dagobah display together, right? We can splash around in the swamp, or maybe we’re training behind Yoda’s hut, or something.” 

“Hmm…or something.” Vurows raised a brow as he considered the options. “I don’t think our display would be allowed in this museum.” 

Wait. Was he implying– 

“I am not letting someone pose my pussy.” Zistral said. 

“But you let me–”