FINALLY, THE MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR! TIME FOR SOME SEDUCTION! *CACKLES* Also, thank you for the ask! :D

Sekhmet was a woman who loved challenges but what she enjoyed even more was proving others wrong. While no one goaded her into plotting these particular impending set of actions or challenged her, Sekhmet took it upon herself to debunk the claim that Kukhil was impervious to sexual or intimate advances or seduction of any form. Part of the reason was she was annoyed that a few Sith or Imperial women tried similar methods that worked on other men and women and didn’t take the time to study or watch Kukhil to learn that brazen displays of flirting, coquettish or hot and cold behavior wouldn’t get them far in Kukhil’s interest. 

The other reason why she was attempting to seduce Kukhil was she was quite affectionate of him, finding herself enjoying his company more and more that her feelings for him transcended from simple fondness to deep ardor. Seduction was a way for her to find out if Kukhil harbored any similar emotions for her or not. 

Already she had set the mood earlier, dimming the lights in other rooms while leaving the living room bright and tranquil so he could be tempted to continue reading on the plush, soft leather couch. The Sith pureblood was still there, reading from a datapad as the Cathar slipped at his side to settle a cozy, warm blanket over him prior to taking a seat right next to him.

Kukhil arched one quizzical brow at her as he glanced up from his reading. “What was that for?”

She smiled conspiratorially. “To keep you warm, obviously. What are you reading?” Sekhmet then slowly leaned against him, casually placing a hand on his arm as she attempted to peer over his shoulder. “Another report?”

“An article, actually.” He shifted the datapad closer to her so she would have an easier time reading the text. “The author is an utter fool though, and is making far too many assumptions with little evidence to back up his claims.”

 I’ve already done 7 and 13 for her, but 4 and 8! \o/

4. do they regret any choices they’ve made in the past?

Listen, you could title her biography, “Oh Fuck, Why Did I Do That?’ The Eschatallia Soranus Story” and it would be 300 solid pages of back-to-back REGRET.

8. if they were a companion, what class would they be for and how would their missions go?

Honestly, I have no idea what class she’d be for or how her missions would go. All I can think of is some vague idea about maybe she’d be for Bounty Hunter since they’re the only class without a force sensitive companion and maybe Echidna put out a bounty if Tallia actually ran away like she’d always planned to? It’d have to be a capture only bounty, which would probably be the hard part. Echidna would probably have to pay extra for the BH to keep Tallia on their ship since she was still busy pulling strings and getting favors exchanged that would draw suspicion away from Tallia for her father’s murder, so laying low with the last person anyone would suspect her to associate with would probably be smart. They’d probably pick her up around like Nar Shaddaa or something in chapter 1?

(Thanks for the ask! This is right before 5.4 happens.)

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Thunder rumbles over the Alliance base, and raindrops thrash against the glass panels within the Commander’s quarters. Aidan stirs, and senses Theron’s absence beside him, and for a split second-

Theron’s sitting at the desk. The room is dark, save for the dim light from the datapad in his hand that illuminates his profile. His expression is intent, brows knitted and lips pursed. The room is cold and quiet, even with the rainstorm raging outside. It’s peaceful. He doesn’t notice when Aidan shifts from the bed and approaches him.

“Hey,” he breaks the silence. He rests a hand on his shoulder. “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Theron looks up from the file he’s perusing. His eyes are tired, and Aidan knows how much he’s worked, ever since the threat of the traitor amidst their ranks appeared. “I could say the same about you,” he replies, his lips curving into a smile. “I couldn’t sleep, that’s all. I’ll turn in soon.”

Aidan nods. “Alright. I’ll just get a drink,” he says. Theron grabs his wrist before his hand leaves his shoulder.

“Hey… I love you, you know that, right?”

Aidan gives a quiet laugh in response. He leans down and kisses him on the jaw, his breath warm on Theron’s neck. His reply was hushed, private.

“I know.”

He straightens, and leaves his side. With a click, the door shuts behind him. Theron feels his absence acutely; the room suddenly feels too large, and the temperature too low. The raindrops are getting even heavier now, hammering against the windows. He leans forward, his face in his hand, and his datapad forgotten.

I feel this--every time I get a haircut it's like my family takes it as a personal offense, even though I've been moved out for almost 2 years now

>_<

(2/2) (had to split this up, it got kinda long, whoops) because we see Tallia’s insecurities come into play here, too--her tenacity and the depth of care she has for her people are among the reasons she’s one of my favorite LS Sith warriors--this was a fantastic read

AAAAH. That’s so kind, thank you so much ;A;