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Jan 26, 2013 17:14:27 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jan 26, 2013 17:14:27 GMT -5
Horst growled his voice in a content grumble as Ervisa snuggled even further into his gut, the feeling of it making him feel like he was on Cloud 9. Brothers and fathers had always been a part of his life; fraternity came naturally to him. But a woman? To Horst, that was a whole other ball-game, and to feel one he found so amazing pressed up so close to his under-belly...
... it made him down-right satisfied. The world could have exploded right then and there, and he wouldn't have minded it any more than a fly buzzing around the ship.
The compliment about his eyes made him raise an eyebrow though. His eyes weren't anything to shake a stick at, were they? Granted, he'd never really hung around people that noticed that sort of thing (they would always notice things like bad welds or weak punches, not sparkly eyes or fine works of art), but still, he'd never received a compliment on them before.
It was another first. Another unusual occurrence.
Her question made him stretch, bringing his arm up as she shifted to light up and finish her beer off. They'd exhausted the second six-pack by now, and Horst was pretty sure that had been all that was in the crate. Still, things had improved, so maybe they wouldn't need more.
Not unless he botched this up. Again.
"Hm? Yea', I can swim. Don't do it much, but I ain't gonna' sink lika' stone." He grinned, scratching his neck. "Why, wanna' hit tha' water?" The night might have been getting older with the sun hot on its tail, but the sea was still bound to be at least a little chilly. Oatara wasn't exactly a cold planet, of course, and its oceans were actually surprising warm, but it would still take any swimmer a moment to adjust.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 26, 2013 18:47:57 GMT -5
Ervisa grinned broadly as she flicked aside her newly lit cigarette and set the pack on a seat. The Mirialan woman put on an impish face and loudly made one declaration.
"Last one in the water is a hairless nerf!"
Like lightning, the Mirialan woman sprang out of her dress, whipping off her undergarments, and finally sprang into the dark water with a splash. She kept the grin on her face as she floated on her back in the water, which she found to be delightfully warm.
Ervisa laughed merrily like some kind of sprite, or some naiad, surrounded by warm water and loving it. She was happier than she'd ever been before, the alcohol having done its job. Her inhibitions were down, and she was beginning to see that maybe, just maybe...
Horst wasn't so bad to settle for. Perhaps it was time to stop wandering aimlessly and settle down.
Her bare form stood out from the water, which was quite clear, and at that moment she turned her head to see the sun starting to paint the horizon in shades of pink and orange, revealing the tropical foliage along the shore.
The sunrise was, in many cultures, a symbol of new life. Something new was definitely dawning for her as well. It was a little frightening, and a little foreign, but Ervisa Therani didn't feel the need to fight anymore.
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 26, 2013 20:04:46 GMT -5
Horst traded Ervisa's grin with one of his own, wide and jolly. He chuckled as she stripped faster than he thought was physically possible. As she vaulted off the side of the vessel, he was smiling like a mad-man, plucking off his shoes and working at his shirt. The sound of splishing and splashing prompted him to hurry up.
Ervisa could sure be a bit random, but in a way he adored that. Horst was sort of a cut of the mold; he had routines, he had procedures, and he had habits. Ervisa, on the other hand, was sporadic and lively; she broke the mold normally. To Horst, that made her that much more amazing:
No matter what he was doing, she made it interesting and exciting. There would have been no chance of him even possibly considering any sort of date tonight had he been convinced that it would be stock, normal, and dry.
Well, even then, he still would have put on the tie and monkey-suit. She was definitely worth it.
Stripping off his shirt and pants, Horst stood with his chest out and his hands on his hips, laughing merrily. Behind him the sun was beginning to rise, and to the average eye looking at the correct angle, it looked as though he was a part of the rising sun; a black silhouette coming out of the new dawn.
If he'd poetic, he might have noticed. Instead what caught his attention was that along with her dress, Ervisa's underwear was on the deck. His promptly joined the pile, and in a moment he was dashing off the deck, splashing into the water next to her like a giant seal. Truth betold, it was actually a pretty good dive. About a 7.
Not giving her the time to think about it, Horst promptly resurfaced right beside her, bringing her up into his arms as the sunlight finally leaned over the side of the boat, bathing them both in the morning's glow. Horst couldn't help but peck on the lips, then chuckle and enjoy the warmth of the ocean on his body, the warmth of the sun on his skin, and the warmth of her body on his arms and chest.
Sighing contently, he nodded, bobbing lightly in the water, holding her to the point at which she was still in the water, but didn't actually have to do anything.
"Not too shabby a date, eh?" He grinned at her playfully. For the first time in a long time, Horst Stellar could truly say that he was happy.
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Jan 26, 2013 20:27:54 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 26, 2013 20:27:54 GMT -5
Ervisa clapped her hands as Horst splashed into the water. Apparently he was the hairless nerf for coming in second, but few people could compete with Ervisa when it came to speed. The Mirialan woman was both quick and agile after all, and Horst was, well, not.
They were so different in some ways. He was like a great and lumbering tank brimming with muscle and armor, and she was a nimble starfighter streaking through the blackness of space. She was green, he was pinkish-whitish. She was female, he was male. But together they were a couple, and not even so odd.
Ervisa had never understood the stigma of interracial couples. What was the big deal about a Mirialan and a human, or a Twi'lek and a Pantoran? As long as they liked each other...
Horst gave her a fast kiss, and Ervisa barely had time to kiss back before it broke off. He held her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder, her long hair clinging to him like seaweed. She let out a contented sigh and leaned back onto him.
"Best date I've ever been on," The Mirialan woman answered honestly.
"I owe you an apology."
Ervisa rolled over lazily and pressed her lips to Horst's and kissed him long and hard, her arms cradling his head, fingers running through his hair. She broke away after the long kiss and beamed at him, her grey eyes full of life, the blue specks in them magnificently glimmering like sapphires.
"That should make up for me giving you such a rough time."
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 27, 2013 1:44:36 GMT -5
Best date ever, huh? That was high praise considering Horst's last date had been back in high-school and basically consisted of the same routine; he'd taken Glaudia whatshername out to the local burger joint, they'd eaten in silence, and then he'd brought her home like a gentlemen.
This time they'd gone out to some fancy restaurant, ditched it, grabbed some burgers, hit the water, both confronted some deep personal issues, and were now skinny-dipping in the ocean like a couple on their honeymoon.
Yeaaaaaaaaaaah, maybe so. After all, their method of getting there may have been strange, but the fact remained that they were both there in the water now, enjoying the feeling of being close to one another, bobbing gently in the tide as the first rays of the morning sun washed over them. By Horst's scoring, that was a pretty good date.
To be honest, he was sort of surprised. He'd been thoroughly convinced from the get-go that this night was going to end in disaster. The scene he'd thought of was sort of like that time when their chopper had crashed; with him sitting next to her as they were being flown back, both simply trying to ignore the existence of the last few hours altogether.
Or at least certainly not with her giving him one of the passionate, long kisses he usually gave her. Another first. He should have started a list.
Still, the Corellian kissed the Mirialan back in full, chuckling once they finally broke it off again. Her statement made him grin, touching his forehead to hers before shifting one hand to softly caress her neck.
"Ervi, things 'r gonna' hafta' go a lot worse th'n that if ya' want me ta' call it a 'rough time'." Chuckling softly, Horst nuzzled her a little, simply loving the feeling of having someone so close, especially since that someone was a person he could honestly say made him absolutely content, satisfied, and happy.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 27, 2013 2:06:48 GMT -5
Ervisa's satisfied smile faltered and died on her green face, and the Mirialan woman frowned, staring away from Horst and to the sunrise. It didn't seem as bright or as beautiful as it had a minute ago. Now it made her feel tired, very tired like a woman who was out all night, and was left drained.
Her athletic form went a little limp in Horst's arms as she rotated to place her back against his chest. Her eyes took in the sky above, and she let out a very long sigh.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
The little mental voice that warned her about things was active again. She could hear its voice quite clearly. Ervisa, it's going to get worse. It won't always be sunrise swims and boat rides. It'll get nasty before the end. And there will be an end.
And as much as she hated to admit it, that voice had a point. How long would this last before her wild and carefree nature hurt him, before she made this relationship spiral down out of control to become nothing more than a fiery cluster of debris on the mountainside?
Ervisa was going to wreck it. She could feel it in her bones that nothing good could happen to her without it getting yanked away, that if she let herself get involved and get attached, she'd get hurt.
And it would be by her own hand.
Sure, the Sith could come to Oatara and destroy the base, or kill Horst. There could be an accident that took his life, or maimed him. But Ervisa intuitively knew she'd be responsible for some kind of heartache that would kill this relationship.
It was in her nature, and a leopard couldn't change its spots.
"The storm's not here, yet."
But when it is, it's all over.
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 27, 2013 15:48:08 GMT -5
Horst wrapped his arms around Ervisa's torso as she set his back to his chest, holding her close. He rested his chin on her shoulder, their heads side by side as they viewed the dawning day. The lead-tongue had struck again, although this time it had only dug up an old point.
Neither of them knew how to keep this.
And they both wanted to. Horst knew that this was the closest he'd ever come to his dream than any other point before in his life. No shooting. No swearing. No killing. No gears or wires.
Just him and Ervisa, alone, in the sunlight.
"So?"
Horst sighed, half contently and half knowing what she was thinking. But he knew that they could make this work. He knew it was possible; all that old crap about following your dreams had to have some merit to it, right? And besides, they'd definitely never get it to turn out well with that sort of attitude. They had to try, and when things got rough, they would have to try harder. Horst would do whatever he needed to. It was his way, and he'd stick with it until he was nothing but a wreck.
And it would take a lot to wreck Horst.
He held her close, speaking softly for a change. He pressed his ear to hers, closing his eyes and enjoying the sunlight. "Don't worry about it fer' now. Enjoy what we got right here, right now. Worry 'bout it ta'morrow." He smiled at her.
"Right now? S'just you," He pecked her on the lips, "me," And again, "n' tha' sky n' tha' sea," And he capped it off by bringing her into another long, soft kiss that eventually broke with him chuckling lightly, holding her close.
"N' all tha' time in tha' galaxy."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 27, 2013 19:07:23 GMT -5
Floating in the water, practically weightless, being held by strong arms, and having the light of the rising sun bathing her in a warm glow somewhat made up for the sense of impending dread that had seized her. The successive kisses put her at ease, but...
Ervisa still felt tired, weary. Despite that, she let a small smile climb onto her face, and then she closed her eyes.
Bobbing gently up and down in the waves was pleasant as could be, and once more her cautious optimism was restored. If it did work, it could be good. Very good.
Maybe all those things she'd dismissed before weren't so bad. Perhaps she'd been selling Horst short this whole time. Just because he was a bit gruff and scruffy, and had a lead tongue, didn't mean that he wasn't a nice catch.
Besides, they seemed to mesh well on some level.
Really what else did she need? He was a nice guy, he was brimming with muscle, was good in the sack, and he was devoted. If she was holding out for another ridiculously handsome man who didn't want her...
No. That door was shut, and that ship had sailed. The Mirialan woman was resigned that it was the end of that, and that there was no going back to him. Her silly thoughts of destiny and Asyr were dead, and even thinking back on them produced a wave of shame.
Horst was her chance at a new life, and she'd be a damned fool to pass him by.
"I'm hungry, do you have any breakfast plans?" Ervisa asked, changing the conversation as swiftly as she could.
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 27, 2013 19:53:29 GMT -5
Horst grinned as his words and kisses actually seemed to put Ervisa at ease. He must have been doing something differently, because normally whatever garbage came spewing out of his mouth was nonsensical blabbering or just made things worse.
For once, he actually seemed to be saying the right things. Or at least, things that weren't quite so wrong.
Still enjoying the sunlight and feeling of her body filling the space between his arms and his chest, Horst almost didn't catch her question, humming a light "Hm?" When the question registered, he hummed again in brief consideration, not expecting the topic.
"Uh, nah. I wasn't expectin' fer' things ta' go this well. Lead-tongue n' all." He smiled at her, the tide slowly becoming a little less calm as it became evident that the sea had become bored with its tranquility. The water wasn't choppy, but it was both completely obvious that and distinctly felt like the tide was going in.
For now, the calm was broken.
Still holding her up (he never would have admitted it, but his arms were starting to get tired. She wasn't heavy, per se, but holding up any sort of weight long enough could make an arm pain), Horst drummed his fingers lightly on her ribs, thinking briefly about their options. He suggested the first one that didn't completely kill the nice atmosphere they'd established around themselves.
"Well I guess we oughta' sail back. There ain't any food on tha' ship, n' by tha' time we get back some a' tha' restaurants should be openin' up." Subconsciously reaching his arm around a little further, Horst scratched his stomach; a man could work up an appetite after only having a few burgers, fries, and beers after a whole night.
Well, a big man anyway. "Sound good?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 27, 2013 23:23:44 GMT -5
Ervisa nodded, before gliding through the water back to the hull of the boat. Her arms, rather sinewy and strong for her gender, pulled her up over the side, where she stood dripping on the deck, completely naked and absolutely at ease that way.
The green-skinned woman sat down on the same bench she'd been hovering around all night and started trying to wring out some of the water from her glossy hair.
To be honest, it felt good down. It was nice to have it free, falling over her shoulders like an ebony waterfall. It felt like a nice change to her, and it did make her feel prettier than the braid. The braid seemed like some kind of Force Warrior thing, something rooted in combat. But when she was with Horst, she didn't feel like a bomber pilot or a Jedi Knight.
Ervisa Therani felt like a woman, and a pretty one at that.
Why not act like it? Why not keep her hair down, or invest in an actual style? She could go to a hair salon, and work on that. Though the waves had washed away what makeup she had worn, maybe she could do that more often. And perhaps instead of combat boots and flight suits she could spend her leisure time in a dress, or else a swimsuit, or shorts. Something not so uniform.
Why not be her own person, a pretty one?
The Mirialan woman waited until Horst was onto the boat too before she turned to him and asked a simple in a hesitant voice.
"Do you think, I mean, that my hair looks better down? You know, not in the braid?"
Translation. Do I look pretty?
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 28, 2013 15:55:01 GMT -5
Horst helped Erivsa clamber up onto the boat before grabbing the side himself, the entire thing rocking a bit as he pulled his hulking mass out of the water. If he had been a bit less hairy and a little more refined, dripping wet and butt-naked, Horst could have passed for a sort of male model. Of course, his face wasn't exactly photo material, and beyond that his small gut broke the illusion pretty well.
Still, he was a giant heaping hunk of man.
Seeing Ervisa wringing out her hair made him smile, kissing her quickly on the lips again before retrieving his boxers, making himself at least decent enough to sail into port. As she asked his question, he began the process of dropping the sail, adjusting, tying, and retying ropes.
The question just made him smile wider.
"Ya' look gorgeous with yer' hair down. Real natural lookin'. Makes ya' look... happier, I think." He grinned at her before pulling up the anchor, the ship effectively under-way. He came to stand over by the wheel, slowly guiding the vessel back toward land.
Truly, she did look happier. Horst suspected that the same was true of him; for once, he was totally relaxed, had a smile somewhat permanently etched into his face, giddier than that of his usual smirk, and beyond both of those two he couldn't help but chuckle lightly again. Why shouldn't he? He was on top of the world; he felt he could defeat the Sith, conquer the Republic, beat the crap out of the Jedi, and punch the Sith in their ugly mouths. Even as the harbor on the horizon got closer and closer, his smile only seemed to widen with the rising sun.
Happy, huh? Horst sure hoped that he was right, because this? This was nice.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 28, 2013 16:38:59 GMT -5
"Happier," Ervisa repeated distantly.
That's good, right?
Wasn't all she wanted to be happy? After so long with only fleeting happiness, she had to wonder if this was fleeting too. Would she wake up and find their passion had died? What happened next? When would their love fade into some kind of boring routine?
Love. Damn that was such a funny word to insert into her life again.
To be honest, the Mirialan woman wasn't sure what to do with it. Never before had she been in a relationship with mutual love that transcended the physical. And this? It was a different kind of love than she'd felt for Asyr. That had been more fiery and passionate, more driven. This was long and slow, taking time to build up. Was that a foundation of sorts being created, something stable or sturdy?
Ervisa didn't see how she could make a foundation, when the only one she'd ever known for herself was eroded away into nothingness. There was so little left of a Jedi in her that she didn't know what to do. What came next?
While somewhat on the simpler end of the spectrum, the green-skinned woman wasn't naive enough to think a real story could end with 'they lived happily ever after.' There was always something else, and who could say how long it would last? Her deep fear loomed large again, warning her this wouldn't, and couldn't, last.
Either he'd wise up and dump her someday, probably when she lay in a hospital bed she'd drank herself into, or else she'd drive him away somehow. That was all she could think, and like a dark cloud threatening rain, it blotted out the sunshine of her mind.
The ex-Jedi pilot gathered up her undergarments and put them back on. The dress joined them, and then the stockings she'd worn the night before. Her heels rested loosely in her hand as she waited to dock and put them back on.
But her mind wasn't on any of that. Ervisa Therani was deep within herself, trying to swear some oath to herself that she wouldn't fail Horst. It was going to be hard, but could she bear to hurt him?
The answer was no. She couldn't. And to be honest? That frightened her.
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Post by Fromikeable on Jan 31, 2013 22:39:21 GMT -5
As the ship coasted into the harbor, Horst multitasked as he put on his clothes, fixed the ropes, hoisted the anchor, and last of all threw out the moorings, jumping off to attach them and finally dock the ship. It had been a long night, and what he had to show for it might have been little to show to the common eye.
To his, it was a gold-mine.
A crumpled-up silk tie in his breast pocket. It was the symbol that finally, after a while of just trying and trying, Ervisa was finally responding to... whatever the hell he thought he was doing. Honestly, he still had no idea beyond the simple facts that it was good, and that furthermore he wouldn't stop until it was done.
Then there was the grease-soaked brown bag filled with cold fries and an extra burger. Not only had Ervisa responded to him, but she'd actually cared enough not to simply drop him (despite his wishes to the contrary). No, she'd not only let him rip- er, take his tie off, but had actually suggested that they split out of the snooty high-end restaurant and just do something nice and simple. Food was food. Kindness was kindness. Actually giving enough of a damn not to drop him like a bad habit was nice, even if he thought it was down-right stupid.
Third were the crumpled beer cans; a nice indicator that not only had they gone out like this, but that they'd actually opened up a little, which was a rare occurrence for them both. It didn't take much to get Horst to be nostalgic or reminiscent, but sentiment was a feeling usually lost on him. Tonight he'd been sentimental, and that feeling was... well, Ervisa was one of the only people alive that were able to say that they had seen it.
And lastly, pruned fingers. The memory that would forever live on as them skinny-dipping, kissing, and watching the sunrise over the water.
Something special. Or at least, something memorable.
Horst sighed, offering out a hand to help his date down from the boat. At the very least, he'd gotten this far. They'd had a nice time, he was pretty sure, and furthermore she hadn't just left. She'd cared. She'd given a damn. That was worth something to him; the fact that given the opportunity to split, she hadn't.
Now if only that damn nagging voice would shut up about it being out of some stupid emotion; that she still really didn't want to be there with him. That she had something better out there in the galaxy waiting for her, just waiting for her to sweep her up.
Something... or someone.
Horst was a soldier. He was not a heart-catcher, and that, at least, he knew well.
"Careful. Dock's slippery."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 1, 2013 1:50:20 GMT -5
Ervisa wasn't entirely sure what to think as the sailboat started to move. As the wind whipped through her hair, she didn't even try to pull it out of her eyes. In fact, she sat stoically like a rock for the whole trip, and by the time they pulled into the harbor she still wasn't one idea richer, and she lacked any understanding of what was happening to her.
She liked Horst. She couldn't deny that, and even if she tried, everyone would know she was lying through her teeth. The real issue that the Mirialan woman couldn't grasp was how she'd come to feel this way.
At what point had she developed actual feelings for Horst Stellar?
The very first time she'd actually given him some kind of thought was in the jungle after they'd crashed, when she'd been indignant over the rigidly moralistic way he'd treated her. Ervisa had wanted him to look, had wanted him to like her. But had she wanted him?
Well, yes and no. Physically yeah, he was muscular as all hell, and was a scruffy Corellian. That was her particular poison after all, and always had been. When had that started?
Oh yes. She'd been 14, and a Jedi Padawan hanging around the temple.
If anyone were to see holos of her then, they would undoubtedly have taken a double take. Back then she'd been a skinny green girl with acne on her face, short and unassuming. A real ugly duckling in fact. And in contrast there'd been Andrin Pedara, a damned studly 20 year old Padawan from Corellia, running around in green silk robes, with an unshaven look and tousled hair...
Yeah, she'd had a crush on-
Ervisa blinked. They were back at the dock and Horst was offering her a hand.
The Mirialan woman scooped up her heels in one hand and placed the other on Horst's offered arm, climbing out of the boat and walking down the dock. As soon as Horst had begun to finish his sentence, Ervisa slipped, and fell backwards to land on the dock, legs flailing in the air for what seemed like long seconds before she came to a rest.
Ervisa sighed.
Was this what they meant by falling head over heels in love?
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Post by Fromikeable on Feb 5, 2013 18:38:23 GMT -5
Helping Ervisa off with a concentrated effort and a small smile, Horst set her down before turning back to the moorings, making sure the boat was good and tied. As it was, he'd taken it out on the spurr of the moment last night, and there was no way in any of the nine Corellian Hells that he would get away with doing that, and then losing the boat to the tide to boot.
He'd been lucky tonight, but he'd learned a long time ago not to bet on his own luck. It tended to doing awful things for him.
Speaking of which, Horst looked back down the dock just in time to see Ervisa slip, her form smacking into the dock on which she stood (well, used to stand upon) with a sickening sound. Horst winced, the pain sensible even from where he was standing.
"Jeez Ervi!" Dashing over and doing his best not to repeat her mistake, Horst scooped her up off the ground, holding her legs in one hand and her shoulders in another, tilting her slightly as he tried to look at the back of her head, inspecting for injuries. "Okay?" He set her on her feet, still holding her shoulders, and displayed three fingers on his right hand, concerned. "How many fingers do ya' see?"
Of course, this was just his luck. The Wrecking Wrench strikes again. Even in his finest hour, a night that had ended with one of the most peaceful moments of his life, Horst's influence still managed to hurt people! Oh, this was a bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was a down-right stupid idea, was what it was. This was another relationship doomed to, well, doom, which included death, injury, or some combination of both.
He'd already achieved injury, after all. What was to say that, especially in their line of work, death wasn't next?
"Tsk... frak." Horst sighed. Oh well. At least his illusion had been broken before they'd gotten much further.
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Feb 6, 2013 14:11:07 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 6, 2013 14:11:07 GMT -5
Ervisa grimaced as she stared up at the morning sky. It was very blue, and very bright. It was also not something she was used to looking directly at from this angle. Maybe head on, while flying, but not simply looking at the clouds.
Although one was shaped like a bunny.
Horst promptly picked her up and inquired about the damage, like she was some kind of toddler who had fallen and damaged itself. Fortunately he set her down and didn't add further indignity into the mix. That merited a sigh, and when he held up fingers she just glared.
"I'm not blind, I just fell on my ass. That's what hurts."
The Mirialan woman rubbed the sore spot and stretched herself, to a clearly non-human degree, as her body rotated almost all the way around.
Then she saw the look on Horst's face, and probed his aura gently, which was something she rarely did. It wasn't that she really gave a crap about someone's mental privacy, she merely didn't like reminders that she'd been a Jedi every single moment of every single day. That just felt like a slap in the face.
But Horst seemed to be taking her slipping like some kind of sign of the apocalypse. That merited a raised eyebrow.
"Horst, I fell on my ass. That doesn't involve you unless you want to kiss it. It's not a big deal"
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Feb 18, 2013 21:22:16 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Feb 18, 2013 21:22:16 GMT -5
Horst stared vacantly for a moment, his mind active for once. Unfortunately, it's only purpose at the moment seemed to be haunting him as it images of dead friends and possible dead Ervisa's flashed in his imagination, making him want to wince. It was a cold reminder, and furthermore one that he wished he didn't have.
She, of course, chastised him for his worry. He knew she was right, and he knew that it must have seemed like he was just a giant blustering, worrying moron, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling. He sighed, shaking his head and letting her go. "Yea... Yea, I know." He glanced at her with a little hesitation before clearing his throat, motioning her toward the town. He led her up the dock, up the ramp onto the street, and promptly up the street, thinking for once.
He didn't want her to end up like everyone else. She couldn't. He didn't want to put her through that, or put himself through that. The last thing he needed to see was her in a hospital gasping for life or blowing up a starship with her on it simply because he was too damn weak to keep a door from closing long enough. She was tough, and she was strong, but...
... so was everyone else. The only reason they were dead was, well, because of him. He'd been too weak to keep a door open. He'd been too weak to wrestle a droid. He'd even been too weka to take his problems like a man and stay in the military. And this was all while people thought he was tough. Life didn't care if someone were tough though; being tough didn't make anyone bullet-proof. Or saber-proof. Or explosion-proof.
Not even looking at the place at he found, Horst nodded at it as he paused in the street. "Wanna' grab some breakfast? I gotta' soak up all that beer with somethin'."
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Feb 18, 2013 23:29:24 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 18, 2013 23:29:24 GMT -5
The ass kissing comment didn't get so much as a chuckle, which proved to Ervisa that Horst was down in the dumps. Why exactly that was eluded her. She'd just fallen on her ass, and the green-skinned woman didn't see why that prompted some kind of episode.
No, it was something deeper. Apparently like her, Horst was capable of epic-failing with emotional problems on short notice. It was a little awkward being in a relationship with someone who had issues too. Was her own damn fault though.
The Mirialan couldn't help but wonder if maybe she should have found some accountant with a luxury speeder and a nice vacation home. Some nice guy with no problems at all, who did dishes, and laundry, and all that... Stuff.
Nope. Wasn't her style. Ervisa needed someone rough around the edges, who could drink in a bar or punch someone in the face and break their nose because they insulted his mother. Or something like that. She'd just never have been able to deal with some mousy accountant. Horst was fine, he was a good fit. Besides, he was Corellian, and she'd always had a thing for Corellian guys.
Without laughter, Horst proposed getting food. At the very mention of sustenance, her stomach growled viciously like a nexu after its prey. That was a pretty good indicator that food was needed.
"Yeah," Ervisa said as she tentatively reached out with her hand and grasped Horst's beefy hand, giving it a slight squeeze before releasing. Holding hands had never really seemed like her 'thing' anyway. Maybe that was enough.
"Lead on."
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Feb 23, 2013 12:11:57 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Feb 23, 2013 12:11:57 GMT -5
Horst looked up at the restaurant. For some reason the damn place ringed a bell for him, but he couldn't figure out why. Maybe he'd passed by it before one some other leave? Was it new, and he'd read about it, or someone had mentioned it? He shrugged; did it really matter?
Something squeezed his hand then. Horst looked down, only to see a green hand attached to a green arm, which was attached to a green woman. The sensation of it was odd; Horst had never really been the "Hold hands while frolicking down the street" kind of guy, and even if he had been, the feeling of someone holding his hand made him uneasy. Not uneasy in a sense of discomfort, but uneasy in a sense of an alien feeling. The last time someone had even tried to hold his hand was... probably 5 years ago, back on the Rancor's tour on the borders of Hutt space. Technically, he'd been pulled up into ship as explosions rocked the world around him, but it had been his hand...
... so he gave a small smile at Ervi, albeit a confused one. Leading her into the small eatery, he settled them into a small, two-person booth. The booth seats were a dark green, worn with the rubbing of many rears, plus a few small tears. The table had an absolutely awful checkerboard pattern, but was otherwise pretty nice, save for the yellow tint around the edges. The window view was also pretty nice; the rising sun was easily visible coming over the city-scape, short though it was. It made Horst scratch his chin for a moment, confused further...
... "Ya've gotta' be frakkin' kiddin' me." He couldn't help but grin. It was the same cafe they'd wandered into all that time ago.
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Feb 24, 2013 22:14:50 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 24, 2013 22:14:50 GMT -5
Ervisa had the nagging feeling the crappy cafe they walked into was familiar. Waypoint wasn't big, but it was big enough that it had more than one greasy spoon to go to. However, as she stared down at the ugly table it clicked.
This was the exact place Horst had carried her too on the night they'd met, after he'd driven her to break two months of sober. Of course she'd never restored her sobriety since then, but that didn't bother her that much. Oh she'd been pissed that night though.
Of course, Horst had changed over the months. They both had, but he'd gone from hating forcies of every kind into dating one. And her? Ervisa had grown from being a flighty girl addicted to one night stands into... A respectable person? As odd as it seemed, since she'd met Horst, there'd only been that one night with Ethan. Apart from that, he'd been the only one.
It felt damned weird when she thought about it.
You're in your thirties Ervi, The Mirialan woman thought to herself. Time to stop acting like a twenty year-old.
Ervisa slid into the booth and strummed her fingers on the table in silence as she waited for the menu. It wasn't that she was depressed, or sad. Maybe a little confused, but she just didn't have anything to say. There wasn't a whole hell of a lot she could say anyway.
So yeah, we're in the same crappy cafe we were in that first night. Pass me the ketchup?
Or possibly, 'are you going to finish those hash browns?'
Neither seemed appropriate for the moment. It was better to just stay silent and wait for the-
"Here's your menu sugarcube," An older woman with blonde hair in a messy bun said as she tossed a pair of menus down onto the counter and pulled out a notepad and pencil. "Anything to drink?"
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