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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was completely focused on Trael, getting lost into those brilliant blue eyes. He always found them especially fascinating because the eye color didn’t exist among his people. They always reminded him of the vast seas he feared, and it actually bothered him when he found streaks of yellow in them. Azar had missed the extent of Vossari’s fall initially, the music starting as the Pureblood would finally have the dance he had been waiting for since well over a year ago.

He caught some movement from Vossari and briefly started to glance over as he took that first twirl into the dance. However, that was when Trodai’s voice echoed within his mind. Azar’s head turned towards Vossari again, spotting the blood, sensing the distress, sensing the pain. The Force pulsed so powerfully through Azar that Trael standing directly in front of him would feel as if a sudden wave of water crashed right through him. The rage was solely directed at Trodai standing back near by the bar.

SILENCE. His voice would boom through Trodai’s mind with enough force and anger that his nose and ears would begin to leak very thin trails of blood. The glass in his hand would crack from the reverberating aftermath. It was an abrupt, concussive blow within his mind and would send shockwaves through his head with horrific pain. Azar wouldn’t do anything overt with so much media presence, but externally Trodai would appear to have an agonizing headache.

Azar stepped away from Trael, and politely excused himself through the crowds towards the bathroom. A casual wave of his hand and a few male guests standing at urinals abruptly turned and vacantly walked out of the bathroom without even zipping up again. Azar never stopped walking, stopping by Vossari, “Let me see,” He said as he gently grasped the Wrean by the chin to turn his head towards himself. Concern flashed clearly in his eyes as he took over the duty of dabbing away the blood, using the Force to reset the nose if it shifted, “Are you all right, love?” Azar asked gently.

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[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari snuck a quiet grin as Azar entered the room. Of course, he always wanted to cause a scene, but completely attracting Azar's attention was an added bonus. Still, he wouldn't want to play the wounded baby bird routine too heavily. It was nice to have a private moment with his love. His hydromancy was yet unable to control blood itself, so he had to dab the liquid flowing from his nose awkwardly with paper towels. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

As Azar continued to attend to the blood, Vossari's gaze met his, and he whispered, "I can't say the same for Trodai's mental well-being, though. Seems like he can't handle the music." A mischievous glint flickered in Vossari's eyes, his attempt at humor in the midst of the unusual situation. "Don't be too hard on him. We're all just crazy about you." His hand swept across Azar's. "At least, I know I am."

The dance floor continued to pulse with music and vibrant lights, but in that moment, there was an intimate connection between the King and his little fish, a silent understanding that transcended the chaos of the masquerade. He pulled Azar into an embrace and kissed him, tenderly, as he squeezed a hand against his neck. "Do I have Arcanos in here, just the two of us, now? Or are you Azar?" Arcanos would have a party to attend to, appearances to keep, when Vossari's wounded nose was handled. Azar, on the other hand, could appreciate a few minutes with his boo in an unattended, grand rest room. Vossari's eyebrows raised, mischievously, as his hazel eyes rested on Azar's.

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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar gazed at him with pleasant surprise at his sentiments towards Trodai. There was a pang in his chest - Azar cared deeply for Trodai of course. It stung to see him like this. Memories of Ur flooded his mind and all the ways Trodai always made him feel like a king. And yet just as he was furious with Karys for his actions against Trodai, he couldn’t forgive any actual harm done against Vossari. Especially as Vossari was formally Azar’s partner. He smiled at the Wrean, “I never thought you of all people would be telling me to behave,” He said.

He leaned into that kiss, savoring it just as he did their very first time. Azar looked at Vossari for a moment, considering the question, “Who do you want me to be right now?” He asked simply with a teasing grin. He saw that mischievous look in Vossari’s eye. He knew what it meant. Azar considered his own overly tight clothing and the pain it would be to undo any of it. Nonetheless, he abruptly grasped Vossari by the hands, shoving him back into the marble wall behind him. He pinned Vossari’s wrists above his head and leaned in close. There was a knowing smile on his face. But instead of anything physical, Azar did something entirely different.

Azar plunged into Vossari’s mind, right into the depths of his thoughts. He found Vossari’s desires, his urges, the core of his being, and all the threads that made him who he was. He found Vossari’s rage, his sorrows, his ambitions. Vossari would feel desire and passion suddenly slam into all his senses. The Wrean would lose sight of the bathroom and only see a plane of emotions and the construct of his conscious thoughts and urges manifested in a grand design crafted by Azar for the two of them. It would be a blast of sensory overdrive, drawing from carnal desires, wants, unbridled lust and everything in between. Vossari would be thrown into a sea of ecstasy, sensations beginning from the tips of his fingers throughout his entire body with his blood running as hot as the lava rivers on Mustafar.

It was a psychosomatic rush where Azar would speak Vossari’s language, he would understand the Wrean on a fundamental level, he would read the Champion like a book and make love with the words. Through that cerebral union Vossari would be afforded his own opportunities to caress Azar’s mind, to clutch at the manifestation of his intellect, to taste the dark passions that fueled his drive to power. Vossari would feel the presence of Arcanos, Azar and his princess all at once presented as streams of consolidated thought for the Wrean to touch, taste, grasp as much as he craved.

Azar painted whatever he pleased within the canvas of Vossari’s mind, leaving his marks as if he would scratch down his back. It was a form of loving that transcended into the metaphysical, in a way only they knew. In a way only they could comprehend. It was rooted in Azar’s understanding of Vossari and the way he loved him, the way he cherished him, the way they spoke a language only they understood. It was a reminder to Vossari how Azar could have other lovers but still understand him at the core, underlying levels stripped away of every layer above. How Azar could touch him in ways that nothing physical could ever satisfy, how Azar could make him squirm and writhe without ever laying a finger on him.

The tattoo on his back ignited, burning and stinging just as it had when Vossari carved it into his skin. Azar had his own sensory blasts from their encounter through an exalted plane of existence. By the end of it, they would both almost collapse. Azar had some measure of self control when it came to the mentally explosive conclusion of their transcendental union, but he wasn’t sure if Vossari did. The Pureblood gave a knowing grin to Vossari as he finally stepped back, releasing the grip on his wrists.

“όλοι εγώ ψαράκι,” Azar finally answered the Wrean against his ear, addressing him in Tethysian, his voice echoing in that ethereal and otherworldly sound.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As he waited, hoping it would be enough he found it wouldn't. He felt it before the physical effects occurred themselves, the Force groaned as rage and anger was directed at him and knew something was coming just not the nature of it. And then he heard as his head rang like a storm or hurricane hit, or a explosive. On the plus side the drunk doctor seemed to have left, probably for the best.

The concussive blow caused him to briefly double over, as the glass smashed in his hand and blood begun to trickle thinly from his ears and nose, forcing him to grab some more wipes to help manage it and wrap his hand even despite the intense headache, the pain. The staff gasped slightly, some started thinking the place was haunted after two cases of unexplained phenomenon in such a short time. Trodai was disappointed in himself for causing this reaction from Azar and from something completely unintentionally. Another price he had paid. Yet it did force him to look closer at himself and reflect where he was heading. He needed to try harder to change. To mature.

It was a strange feeling of wanting to feel more and yet not at the same moment. This was perhaps the first time he had actually felt Azar power firsthand, and that enthralled him in a way. On the other hand the pain was intense and he wasn't happy at making the man he loved angry as he did. He felt a pang of regret in his chest. And so once the headache subsided, he headed to the bathroom for a better clean up, unaware the two were still in there.

He was briefly considering just leaving, but decided no he would not run. He was not that coward he had been and refused to be.

Although he was sure he felt a strange feeling in the Force at first that subsided shortly after. Something was happening in there, and so he was cautious as he entered after they both recovered. He didn't know what to expect really after all that happened. He averted his eyes to not cause further offense, only speaking briefly.

"Oh. Azar, Vossari...I didn't know it was occupied still. I can leave if it's a problem and interrupting anything? Can I even come in?" he inquired. Unsure given previous events.

When he found they didn't seem to care too much now, or so far as could make out anyways, he started to clean the blood from his ears and nose using a free sink and plenty of tissue. Looking at the mirror, he was half tempted to smash it, almost disgusted at himself. Almost refusing to even look at himself. At what he had done and allowed himself to become. At what he saw. In that moment all he saw was a being that was weak when he should be stronger. A reflection of how he felt. At making Azar angry too when he didn't mean for it. For acting on impulse and pettiness. For being a reckless fool of late. Unworthy. Perhaps his fate was deserved. It was feelings that reverberated in the Force. The facade he wore usually briefly dropping almost by accident. Feelings at what he had allowed himself to become almost forgetting they were still there at first. Thinking himself alone. It was perhaps the first time Vossari have seen this more vulnerable side. For Azar at least it was perhaps the first time since before Murzana.

Giving it a through rinse out, humming slightly even despite his husky voice after a bit and checking nothing was permanently damaged he continued. Dabbing tissue up his nose until at last he was as best he could be as the facade returned.

It's only when he turned he remembered upon seeing the two "Oh! Sorry...Azar, Vossari. I forgot you two were still in here." he said solemnly. He faced Vossari first, deciding if ever there was a time to change tradition, it was now "Vossari, sorry if I damaged you in any way. I acted petty and impulsive. I intended a prank...but...as usual it backfired. Like most. I didn't mean to hurt you or cause pain. Me and social events just never seem to mesh well. Well other than that one time." he smiled at Azar, recalling the memory. "I hope we can end this tradition we have had. Of not speaking, in a time of change I want to change that at least."

Then he faced Azar "Sorry I made you angry and spoke out of turn Azar. The last thing I wanted was to upset you. I am a idiot." He said, genuinely sorrowful and regretful.

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[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari felt experiences as he never had before when him and Azar's minds became one. Vossari reached into his consciousness and let Azar in, let him experience the fullness of his emotions, his passion, his desire, through the psychic bond that they shared. Vossari felt a euphoria that stretched beyond euphoric. It expanded far past the spectrum of sensations he had ever experienced until yet. He felt powerful and weak, curious and knowledgeable, expert and beginner, all at once. These feelings played out dialectically, pushing and pulling within his soul like the tides of Wrea. Powerful, cascading, rippling beyond this place and this time.

When they were finished, Vossari cooed gently to Azar as his eyes softened against his red cheeks. "I love you so deeply." Nervousness swelled up, nervousness Azar would feel tangibly as they continued to connect mind, body, and soul. "I know it might be unorthodox, but there's something I want to talk. Wou-" Then, the door opened. Was that...? It couldn't be. It couldn't be.

It wasn't actually possible that Trodai had interrupted him just now, was it? This had to be some bad dream he couldn't wake up from, where this worm followed him everywhere without his consent. After trying to weasel his way into this party, he would try to weasel his way into this brain sex? No. Vossari could not stand idly by as the monologue machine began to whirl into motion. Fire burned behind his brown eyes as Trodai began to talk, suddenly went silent, and then seemed to remember they were standing there.

"Azar, my love, could I speak to Trodai in private?" He said, reluctantly. Provided Azar left, Vossari's attention would turn directly on the gray, wrinkled Sith before him.

Vossari had just told Azar to be nice to him, too. Now Vossari would have to be a hypocrite. Of course, he pretty much always was a hypocrite, so he wouldn't lose sleep about it. The only question was: How much restraint to show? Truthfully, Vossari thought Trodai was a coward on Murzana and a leech generally. But Azar seemed to have some fondness for him, and Vossari, at the very least, wanted to respect that. And, Trodai was a fellow Sith, who was loyal enough at time.

Vossari reached out with the force, gently coaxing more water out from the faucet than Trodai would have expected. The faucets, and the toilet water, alongside his stall began to spray, as well. He infused his white-hot anger into the water, creating a stream of boiling hot water that he sprayed, directly at Trodai's face. At this point, his control over water was extensive, and he carefully wove all the liquid towards his target in one angered spray. It would feel like a boiling hot fire hose full of poop water was spraying directly in his face.

The pain would be intense, from the heat and pressure of the water pressure flying into his face. But, it was important to remember, it could always be more painful. Acridia curled on his ear, and the water spray began to turn green as Vossari activated it. All the damp water on Trodai, from when he was washing his face, to whatever Vossari managed to get on him in his assault, would become toxic as the water turned to acid. It would, undoubtedly, add new scars to Trodai's collection. At least.

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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was still slowly starting to come down from that high. It was exquisite and an experience that took them far beyond the physical plane. He wanted to try this again with Vossari with far less clothing next time nonetheless. His yellow gaze pierced into the umber hues, feeling the nervousness from the Wrean. Vossari was vulnerable as he chose his words and for a moment Azar looked concerned. His love began to speak and they were interrupted. Azar turned around to spot Trodai yet again making an appearance.

The Pureblood’s eye twitched slightly, but he remembered Vossari telling him to behave. He exhaled softly and stopped back, his mind still stuck on what Vossari was about to ask him. Azar was mildly surprised when the Wrean asked him to leave, a brow raising. He said nothing, leaning in to give Vossari an affectionate kiss on the cheek. He turned to leave, his gaze flicking up to meet Trodai’s as he walked past him.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Trodai,” Azar said dryly. Perhaps the man would catch a hint that following Azar around at all times, regardless of how many times he said it was a coincidence, was getting irritating. Catching two people standing intimately close together in an empty bathroom should have been enough of a clue to grant some privacy.

Azar walked out of the bathroom in a sour mood, giving polite nods and greetings to anyone that looked his way. He still had to keep up appearances. He would look towards the exit, deciding he had enough of this party and the ridiculous drama.

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[Trael Osso]

Trael was more excited than he expected at getting a dance with Azar. The music was starting to play and he decided to lead off with a twirl. That was when disaster struck Azar seemed to lose focus and stop dancing for a moment when all of a sudden the unbridled rage of his man washed past him. Trael’s gaze turned to see its target noticing Trodai’s state. He turned back to see Azar enter the bathroom and a group of men dazedly walking out.

He began walking towards the bar his eyes slowly turning a burning yellow as he made his way slowly to Trodai. He was trying to keep his anger controlled he didn’t want to cause a scene, but Azar’s reaction had lit a fire in Trael as well. Luckily, for Trodai, he didn’t reach the bar in time to stop the Pureblood from heading to the bathroom. He just watched his eyes almost immediately fading back to blue as the man walking in.

He was conflicted, he could join the party that was now going on in the bathroom, but that wasn’t really his style. Besides Azar could easily sneeze Trodai into salsa if he wanted too. So he went and grabbed a drink this time without the risk of spillage and simply watched the door. He politely had small talk with some of the guests who inquired about what drew him to the party and what he did. He just gave them fake smiles and rambled on about being in some astronavigation conglomerate.

He then saw Azar walk out of the bathroom, he could tell he wasn’t in a good mood. So he quickly ordered him a drink and then made his way with the extra drink to Azar. He arrived with a smile offering out the drink, “It looks like you’re ready to leave, baby.” He said before downing his drink, “Would you allow me to escort you out?” He asked offering his arm to Azar. Once the Pureblood took it he would walk him towards the hangars, “You will have to point out your ship so I don’t steal someone else’s.” He teased his man as they walked.

/exitattempt

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai wondered what Vossari could want to speak privately about, he had not known him to him speak before. It made him curious but also cautious. This was afterall Vossari, he was unpredictable. He wasn't sure how he might react to what had been said. As Azar passed him, dryly speaking, Trodai caught the hint in the sound of his voice, and realised he had perhaps entered the
bathroom too soon. Interrupting a private moment between himself and Vossari and made the situation more awkward for himself.

He wasn't sure what he was thinking at the time. He was a whirlwind.

As Vossari was left with Trodai and turned directly to face him, he sensed the Force being used. And not from him. He looked to see the faucet steadily getting worse, and noted how the stall and toilet water begun spraying. He knew then something was now very wrong. Vossari. It had to be. He felt a stream of boiling hot water mixed with excrement spray, hitting like a fire hose. Hitting the right side of his face he recoiled, and reeled back away from the spray, trying to shield it on natural instinct with his arm in defence even if it wouldn't do much.

The pain was intense and scalding as any flesh hit blistered as the water briefly hit his face and the arm he used, streaming down his back halfway. It was a moment that seemed far longer. Trodai tried to dive quickly with the Force from the full path of the spray, allowing it to hit where previously he had been standing instead yet not avoiding everything. He headed closer to the door as much as he could, stumbling as he fought the pain, to be ready for a swift exit. And then he felt more pain. It got far more intense as the hot water that had hit now threatened to burn away more skin.

As damp water and the excrement mix that hit turned to acid. And he was forced to briefly double over as he fought his body and the natural reflexes. As he used the Force to try to not submit, to endure as he gritted his teeth and quickly attempted to wipe the impacted areas off best he could before it took full hold. Even as he felt the top layer of skin burning and blistering.

If not for the fact he was subjected to it, he might have been impressed at the display of water transmuting into acid. He was angry, rageful even and probably would be for a while but knew he could do nothing really. Not since Vossari was Azar partner, was favoured and loyal to the Order. And since despite it he wanted to respect that, even if it was proving difficult and challenging. He knew this was was his own fault in part, for being again a fool when he hadn't intended it. For being too impatient and obsessive. More things to change. And another lesson learnt. All he could do was try and resist the pain and suffering he was enduring. Indescribable as it was. To survive. New scars formed, with a large scar joining others down the right side of his face, back and arm where he had been caught while dodging, and from the initial blast.

He could barely stand at the moment under the current conditions. He looked at Vossari briefly, in pain and suffering, blistering and with some parts now sizzling, getting the point. Letting him know he got it. Painful as it was. He knew he would need emergency surgery probably. Vossari had inflicted more than pain though, he knew it would be humiliation. Especially with the press and whoever else outside wondering what happened to cause it.

With no explanation for the burns.

Although, at the moment he didn't particularly care, it was not his priority. Either way he decided to avoid social functions for a while, he never seemed to have much luck at them at all. He would find investment elsewhere. Fishing into a pocket with his left hand, he found by luck his EZphone had survived. And so he pressed for emergency services. Using the one click speed dial to get the doctors surgery for emergency treatment.

Hopefully he wasn't working drunk and the staff were reliable and professional enough that they would quickly arrive and get him out. All he could do now was wait. He was in no condition to do much else for now or carry on the night.

/ExitAttempt

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