#fivefootfierce

Whoa. He’s red?!

That sounds like Djonwi all right

Tiona, to Dibs:

HEEEEEY I BROKE SOMETHING LOOK YOU’D BE PROUD[holo attached, it is a scene of Gross Vandalism somewhere on Nar Shaddaa]Roche, to Beau:

Tiona took one of each and planted them in the front yard, so that when she opened the observatory dome, they were visible.  She worried, as the seasons came and went, that they wouldn’t take.

Some part of her had always regretted that circumstances had not led to a parting that was as passionate as the rest of their relationship had been -- and that had led to uncomfortable silences; evenings where she would type a message and then delete it, over and over again.

They had each been what the other had needed.  For a time.  She hadn’t expected that time to be so brief.

She had gone offworld, trading the temperate snowiness of Alderaan for the rains of Kaas once more, out to meet him and his, to finally break the silence and to smile, knowing that they had both gotten what they had wanted.

It was when she had returned, dismounting her speeder by the front gate, hair strewn about and face chapped purple from the wind, that she noticed the bushes in bloom.

Djonwi sighed and looked the flowers over and put them in a vase on his counter. He’d made mistakes, rushed into things he wasn’t ready for. Was it love? Was it lust? Perhaps both? Or maybe he was just following in his father’s footsteps.

“You taste like hydraulic fluid.”