#vcntress

                        ❝   you   have   controlled   your   fear.   now,   release   your   anger.   ❞

               QUI - GON  AND      his  master  had  always  suffered  from  quite  the  difference  of  opinions  and  world  views ,  though  more  often  than  not ,  they  were  able  to  put  that  aside ,  granting  them  quite  the  effective  partnership .  he’d  even  understood  when  his  master  had  left  the order ,  as  qui - gon  himself  had  taken  his  own  exit  less  than  a  decade  after . 

              and  then  the  clone  wars  had  begun .  and  he’d  learned  dooku  was  not  only  the  head  of  the  separatist  movement       (      an  idea  that  isn’t  without  merit ,  were  it  genuine      )      ,  but  a      sith     .  and  now - - -  here  stands  his  apprentice  in  the  dark  side :      VENTRESS     . 

                          FOR  SOMEONE      trying  to  live  an  isolated  life ,  the  mos  eisely  cantina  saw a  bit  more  action  than  obi - wan  was  comfortable  with .  he’d  gotten  good  at  not  getting  involved ,  that  whatever  spats or  criminal  activity  that  happened  in  the  darkened   corners  of  the  cantina .  or  at  least ,  he’d  gotten  much  better  than  he  was      before     .  maybe       GOOD      wasn’t  the  word  to  use . 

a smile threatens to cut through his preferred inexpressiveness. it was amusing to him that a zabrak so noticeably lacking in the horn-department could still manage to be so pointed ( not that he would expect or even want any less from her ). perhaps the gentle squint of his eyes betrayed him, he had only recently come to know that he wasn’t always as obscure as he imagined himself to be.    

@vcntress​ said: kissing you

TRILLA PAUSES, GLANCING OVER HER SHOULDER AT THE DATHOMIRIAN -- as she instinctively hurries to toss her shirt on to cover the scars along her back. she hadn’t even heard ventress -- a testament to the other woman’s deadly skill -- although she wished she had. it wasn’t a question of trusting the other, but simply a nod to the fear and anxiety trilla held about where she came from. scar upon scar criss-crossed along dark skin -- a patchwork of horrors. it certainly wasn’t pretty to look at. “ i don’t think even you would have very much luck with that, ”    trilla admitted, turning to face the other woman. the former jedi tugged on the hem of her shirt -- a rare display of the anxiety that churned in her,    “ and you’re right, it wouldn’t. whether i like it or not, that part of my life is over. . . and i need to move on. ”

@vcntress​ said: what’s a shining looking fella like you doing in a place like this

       ❛❛  Ah  ...  ❜❜  He  feigned  musing,  turning  to  her  familiar,  yet  equally  foreign  face;  where  once  it  might  have  glared  at  him  through  crossed  blades,  now  it  looked  to  him  as  a  stranger.