Ask Nothing Gold Can Stay

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal had to stare at the other man a little extra but he got the message well enough. Technically he could 'see' but not exactly with his eyes. He leaned in a little to get a better look at the difficult to read silvers on Rick's face, something he'd done more than once at this point, focused on those two points.

"Well-"

He hadn't immediately noticed Rick's hand move and getting pulled in threw off what he was going to say. His hand settled on the man's chest by reflex, then patted once appreciatively against the impressive musculature of the larger man. Hannibal couldn't help the little smirk that broke through his otherwise concerned and serious expression.

"Oh yeah you can," he answered back, "I definitely noticed." The shift wasn't lost on the Jedi even though he still couldn't get a very good sense of him most of the time. Hannibal was, as he said, more than willing to get to removing pants with the enticing boatman while he was still on the planet, especially after how the last time went so well. Emeralds traveled their way down Rick's body and below his hips, eyebrows raising distractedly.

But he was also stubborn as hell and his eyes came back up to his face, eventually. Even so the hand on his chest very casually dropped lower over his bare torso. The hand settled just below the waist of his pants.

"This those 'Jedi Services' you had in mind, Mr. Boatman? Have a suggestion of my own, buuut..."

Stupid sexy Rick.

"How about a little feeling first?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc felt the man’s hand against his chest and the effortless way it traveled down his torso. Though he liked taking charge of situations, Emryc found himself thoroughly enjoying the confident and breezy way the man handled himself. Emryc's hand gripped around his hip tighter, a grin appearing on his face.

He put the cigarra out, nudging the man against the tree behind him. Emryc said nothing else, his hands traveling across the man’s torso and below. He leaned in to kiss along his collarbone and along his shoulder, his hands moving and feeling wherever and whatever they pleased.

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At some point they made their way back to the camp for continued activities. The weather was far too nice to bother with the tent, and they were both beside the fire on some hastily rolled out bedrolls. The stars and galaxies stretched out above them, distant planets faintly visible along with the moon.

It was all actually rather romantic if either men were the type. The glow from the fire illuminated both of their bare bodies in an orange hue, casting shadows along scars and muscles. Emryc would have been looking up at the sky then, but instead he was on his back and vacantly gazing at nothing. He was deeply satisfied and content, and the warmth of the fire against the cool wind almost threatening to lull him to sleep.

One of his hands lazily traced along a tattooed thigh as the sounds of crackling fire and critters filled the air. Emryc was quiet for a few moments before speaking.

“Why were you asking about my eyes?”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal's smirk bloomed fully into a wide grin at the obvious reaction from the larger man. After quite a bit of initial calibration it seemed much easier to communicate what they both wanted to get up to. He felt his back press into the bark of the tree and just as Rick explored wherever he wanted so did Hannibal, now with the added benefit of two arms. The reaction from his own body was equally clear especially as the boatman found the right spots.

His hand dipped even lower without an ounce of shame.

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The experience was as satisfying as the previous night's and they decided to repeat it a little more just because they could. Maybe the atmosphere helped, the warmth of the fire across their skin mixing with the cool breezes as the vast and twinkling sky looked down on them from above. Hannibal had to admit it was a beautiful thing to see as he stared straight up from his position, breathing steadily slowing down as he recovered.

Rick said he didn't do romance but Hannibal couldn't help but think that if this kind of thing was by accident, if the boatman tried it could be worthy of a movie or something. With all the rustling of trees, burning logs, and bronzed muscular man around someone was bound to appreciate it.

A soft chuckle came out of nowhere at the idea. Hannibal was broken from his thoughts by fingers along his leg and he looked over at the other man. His brows furrowed at the question that came after and he recalled through the fun new fuzzies in his brain what he'd said and been doing before this.

Hannibal took a deep breath, almost a sigh, and then pushed himself back up to a seated position with a soft rustling to stare down at Rick's face. His face found an expression like a sheepish and pensive frown.

"Uh, well. Because I want to help." He found the points of silver that reflected stars and sunsets without truly seeing them, rearranging himself to sit directly facing Rick instead of sideways. "Not just plants and projections I can do. I'm a healer."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc remained where he was, bringing up the hand that had been against Hans’ thigh to rest under his own head. He felt the man shift and move, and he applied Force Sight to make out the man’s outline hovering above him. He was too lazy to keep up the Force use and threw himself into black without moving his face. As a result, the vibrant gaze remained on the man, lacking in their normal intensity but no less stunning.

“A nice kriffing puts you in the helping mood, eh?” Emryc couldn’t help but remark, amusement seeping into his tone. He despised the topic of his blindness, and he knew there weren’t any known ways to fix it. However, he hadn’t considered the strange situation involving a Jedi healer. As a Sith, he was severely limited to technologies or whatever a Sith could do. Sith had no real powers or abilities to heal, and it was certainly not something he was capable of.

Regardless, Emryc was extremely skeptical. Bringing a few fields to life was hardly the same as this. He was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Do what you want. Can’t make me blinder than I already am,” He shrugged slightly.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal tutted good-naturedly at the boatman's quip and couldn't help the grin that curled up the edges of his frown. To be fair he had opted to go for some fun first before insisting on bringing it up again, but could any reasonable person really blame him? He didn't think they could. Well, they probably could, actually, but whatever.

"Well I'm not going to complain about a little bonus, now am I?" A hand patted blatantly against a muscular thigh, although emeralds stayed focused on the task at hand this time. He was a little worn out anyway at this point and this was something to focus on.

The Jedi leaned further down to get a better look, both hands coming up as his demeanor changed somewhat. His face got very close to the other man's and the frown return while he looked into those silver eyes from different angles. One hand waved a finger a moment in front of them and of course got no response at all but he felt the need to double check. He'd already seen they didn't respond to light back on the boat.

"Any recurring headaches? If so, where?" the man asked in that same professional clip, gently but firmly nudging Rick's head slightly aside with his cybernetic hand and placing the living one first over his forehead and then over the side. A tiny puff of air would blow across the other man's eyes to trigger an autonomous response. Hannibal closed his eyes a moment to concentrate and Rick would easily be able to pick up how the Force flowed from the Jedi and into himself.

Although no healing actually happened yet but a form of mixed diagnosis. Hannibal had an idea of what the problem was but he needed to find what he was looking for. He drew back after a several seconds during which there was even more tutting.

"It's not your eyes. Sit up for me, face straight ahead."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The brush against his thigh caused him to shift slightly, and Hans would see the immediate effects. Even without sight, Emryc desired the other man quite a bit.

However, he was entirely distracted when the man all but sounded like a doctor. Emryc found this slightly amusing, but he didn’t protest in any way.

“No headaches.”

He felt both the cybernetic and the warm skin of Hans’ hand against his face. His head was entirely relaxed, allowing the man to inspect and move him around however he pleased.

“Why can’t you always talk like this..” He grumbled about the accent as he sat up as requested. His pupils never reacted to anything, always the same size. The gaze ahead was entirely vacant.

“They told me it was the nerves,” Emryc said.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Well if anything the immediate response from the boatman's bronzed body was both pleasing and tempting. Hannibal wasn't going to complain for a moment about their mutual interest, and it did draw his eyes few a couple moments, but now was time to work. Always time to go at it later, right?

Besides if they kept getting distracted by all that they'd never get this done before the heat death of the universe.

"Alright, good." No headaches meant swelling was less likely which meant it was easier to find his target. His hand find a different spot near the top of Rick's head after a little more face-nudging before he sat up properly. He chuckled in spite of himself both at their mussed appearances in contrast to the situation.

"Too formal. Doesn't fit me," he said with intentional formality in reply, using both hands to very slightly adjust the position of the man's neck and head before placing his living hand on the back of his skull against the skin. Emeralds closed again in concentration and he'd once more feel the Force flowing through almost like gentle waves of water.

"Has to be the connection with the occipital lobe," Hannibal muttered half to himself. "Hold still and keep your eyes closed until I say." Both hands came up to lay palm and fingers across the sides of Rick's head, his own eyes closing. This was going to take concentration and focus since treating an old injury was different from healing an ordinary wound.

The sensation of water brushing through would intensify, gentle waves lapping through the other man's head from the back, through to the front at his eyes, and back again to the Jedi's hands. Many minutes would pass in which Rick may feel the occasional tingling just behind his eyes that passed shortly afterwards.

After some time Hans would let out a small breath, moving his hands down and adjusting Rick's head slightly to the left so the light from the fireplace was more within his range of vision. He hoped he'd at least be pick up differences in lighting as a first step and, if so, the Jedi could move ahead with confidence he had the right idea.

"Open. Anything?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

“Nothing,” Emryc stated flatly, seeing the same black he always had. He wasn’t expecting anything magical to happen.

Time passed, the man was insistent. Emryc was patient just as the other man was determined. They carried on as much as Hans’ energy allowed. Time passed easily enough with the two of them in the meantime. There was fishing, hunting, lovemaking, Hans trying to fix his eyes, and exploring the area around them.

A few days had passed and they were camped up along a mountain trail. It was still a few days to the summit, but they had been stopping to camp along the way after covering large distances during the day.

As always, Emryc did more meditating than sleeping, stepping out of his tent to stretch. As usual, he wandered off for his usual routine before the sun even rose. He finished training and returned to hear Hans already up and moving around.

Emryc could smell some fowl eggs cooking, and he stood near the edge of the cliff that oversaw the rest of the valley. He couldn’t make out any shapes, only the edge of the cliff as an outline. He mused about the drop as he stood there.

The clouds began to part as the sun rose, piercing its rays through like a beacon. Then something incredible happened.

Emryc, for the first time in almost a year, squinted and looked away.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal sighed at the man's reply. Part of what he was doing was, essentially, trial and error and attempting to get Rick's body to repair something in a very specific way. But even so he was hoping there would be at least a little something at first. But he was a stubborn and determined man and wasn't about to give up easily after saying he would try.

Progress remained slow over the course of their camping trip. Or rather it seemed entirely nonexistent. Even if there was healing happening successfully it didn't mean there would be any immediate result. Doubts formed and Hannibal set them aside and kept up with his work whenever he was able, treatment after treatment.

It helped that Rick seemed rather calm about the whole thing. But still the Jedi couldn't forget the pain under the sun's setting light and the vague echoes that'd been dragged out with it and this spurred him to keep going at it every night when they made camp. There had been so much more than simple suffering mixed in and he was still processing that as well in his own way.

Of course he still participated in the other activities, all of them providing a reprieve to regather and refocus, think of new things to try. Always universally he found himself tired but otherwise relaxed when he went to sleep in camp.

This particular morning Hannibal woke up early, as he usually did, although not as early as Rick tended to. Even so he got to cooking a simple breakfast for the day ahead, stifling a yawn behind one hand. He transferred the eggs to some plates and looked up over to the cliff where the larger man was standing.

"Hey, food-!"

Hannibal stared. The plates were moved aside and he jumped to his feet, walking quickly over to the other. Had he just seen what he thought he saw? He questioned it as just hope while he walked but he was going to make sure anyway.

"Rick. Look at me." The Jedi scooted up near him and moved his face toward him to confirm Rick's pupils were responding to changes in ambient light, pulling a small flashlight from his belt and shining it briefly across the man's eyes. There was a reaction and Hannibal immediately felt a surge of both relief and excitement.

"Hah, progress! You'll see that sunset yet."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s heart began to pound against his chest. When the flashlight was shined, he instinctively blinked and looked away. The pupils were constricting just as they had before. There were spikes of emotion that not even the fortress that was his mind could hold back. It would wash over like a massive tidal wave for Hans, as if dams had been cracked and broken. It would feel like a massive, tangible force to him. It would be enough to bring tears to his eyes, but Emryc remained stoic as ever.

He was in awe and he kept purposely looking towards the sun, only to have to squint and look away. He kept doing it over and over again, forgetting what such a sensation felt like. When Hans spoke again about the sunset, Emryc was looking out towards the sky again.

Hans was subjected to another rarity from Emryc then - a smile. It looked almost out of place on his face, but it was there as brilliant as the sun that bathed it. He said nothing, standing there quietly and processing what was happening.

“It is you I wish to gaze upon,” He said quietly while glancing towards his direction.

He didn’t linger there, walking over to help himself to some food. Everything was locked up yet again as if nothing happened.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal got hit right in the face with the sudden outpouring of emotion from the man in front of him. Just like the last time he wasn't ready for it, so used to the relative peace and calm, and every ounce filtered through his inherent connection to life.

It was a rush warm water and the bright blue of the summer sky. The sensation of flying free through open air as sun washed over skin and wind blowing through hair. A kind of lightness in body and chest from a simple, cherished joy. Sounds like birds singing in chorus and a thumping heartbeat that danced along.

After being used to his inability to read Rick it was overwhelming even as he tried to understand it like he always did. A hand came up to his face wipe away the tears that formed from it all and found his smile mirrored the larger man's. The smile surprised him as well given the usual limited expressions from the boatman. This shining thing while he looked into and away from the sun was different.

Rick spoke softly and then turned away with a pair of emeralds staring after him. It took a moment for Hannibal refocus his thought and follow along after him, the quick transition from open to closed more than a little jarring. The Jedi's initial bemusement would have been clear on his face if Rick could fully see but it passed as he thought upon prior days.

Hannibal walked over and sat back down by the fire and picked up his plate of quickly cooling eggs.

"Well," he said after a few seconds, "Let's see about granting that wish, eh?"

Ever onward the two men traveled up toward the mountain's summit, day by day. Now that Hannibal knew his healing was working he was able to make more progress, even just a little at a time. During their travels farther up at times he sometimes appeared lost in thought or just listening to the natural sounds around them, even during less intimate physical activity. He even meditated once or twice rather than sleep, his presence almost seeming to blend in with the life around him.

Every day he continued his work and checked what Rick could see without the Force. Shapes, light and dark, coloured blurs, anything at all, and noted it down in a little pad. He would improve continuously, although the steps varied between large and small throughout.

Now nearer the summit proper and another treatment, with the Jedi seated directly in front of Rick, he sighed and reached automatically for his pad. Cool winds blew through the campsite and the more sparse trees up here, the sound echoing in the serene silence of the mountains. Hannibal paused for a moment, looking off toward the trees as he often had been since he'd arrived, and then picked up the pad. Green eyes looked up from it into the larger man's face.

"See me yet?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

He didn’t of course.

They arrived at the summit eventually and Emryc still took every opportunity to stare at the sun and blink at it. Every now and then it felt as if he could make out very vague shapes, but it was difficult to tell what were ghost remnants of Force Sight.

Their normal activities continued, and Hans at least got to see the magnificent summit that overlooked the massive valleys, rivers and lands that stretched out for miles. Emryc was happy just to squint in irritation at the bright sun every morning.

Another few days saw them navigate back down. The Jedi very well couldn’t remain here endlessly. However, there was no abrupt rush, both men relaxing and camping on their way down.

Another day later and they were camping at the foot of the mountains as they had before.

This time when Hans woke up, Emryc was there instead of being off training. The half Sephi was turned away and towards the river where the sun rose. This had been a habit every day just so he could squint at the light.

When Hans came near him, he would notice that the half Sephi was smoking a real cigarra. Emryc stood in silence, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

A few seconds passed until he turned to look at Hans. The striking silvers looked directly into the emeralds. They were the eyes of someone that knew exactly what and who he was. They were the sharp, calculating eyes of a calm and methodical man. The eyes were piercing, shooting directly into the emeralds. They pulled away at Hans as if fingers tugged at an errant string to unravel the whole fabric. The eyes held behind them an endless sheet of ice, and they studied and perceived. They took in data, parsed them, contemplated them. They carried with them the burning intensity that could only come from cold, biting frost.

A half grin made its way to his face.

“Hello, Hans.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal sometimes stared aimlessly across the landscape of this distant middle of nowhere planet. He was definitely the kind of man to appreciate the sights of nature around him and he took the time where he could. It was a truly beautiful place to experience in its abundance of untamed life and the man blended in well enough with as well locked up as he was. The Jedi pondered things all to himself.

Even though progress seemed slow the other man's enjoyment of just being able to notice the sun's light made him happy. It reminded him fondly of the kinds of things he'd become a Jedi for in the first place.

At the mountain's base Hannibal's eyes opened atop his mat and he emerged from his tent, one of those nights where he'd chosen meditation. He stood to his full height and stretched, twisting back and forth a little and then finding Rick in the sort of spot he usually placed himself in. The switch to a more ordinary cigarra was new, as well as sticking around instead of off training, and he idly wondered if the electronic one had died on him after all the roughing it they'd been doing.

Hannibal shrugged and pulled one of his own free from his belt as he walked toward. He paused as the other man turned to toward him.

No, not toward. To look at him. A self sure and confident gaze of silver met brilliant greens with the hints of some strange and distant light shining behind them, caught both the moment of surprise and the lopsided grin that followed. Endless frost met with the gentle breezes of spring, intense and focused in their own odd way. Silvers were more directly on him than even when he'd showed Rick the projections and now he could see appearance without the Force as a medium.

Rick would see his mechanical left arm raised up in a casual wave after the other man spoke. His grin widened into a breezily pleased and friendly smile. Emeralds never wavered.

"Yo!!" he greeted energetically, "Good mornin', Rick. Pleased to see me?"

The Jedi walked over and plopped himself down nearby to light his cigarra, exhaling a cloud of smoke up into the air. The smile seemed to stick around.

"I can't tell what you're feelin' but I'm gonna take a wild guess at yes."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s gaze lingered on his for a moment, watching him as he walked back to sit down and light his cigarra. The half Sephi pulled his up and exhaled quietly before he looked away. Silvers took in every detail of the trees, the way the water glinted with the rays of the sun, the way the light reflected off the boat tied to the bank.

His thoughts went further than what his eyes could see. His vision was blurred beyond a point, but it was as if he had been brought back to life. Emryc puffed on his cigarra as the wind brushed gently against his hair. He thought of the man that did this. The man that allowed this. Did he know what he had just done?

Emryc glanced back to look at Hans, watching him quietly and taking in the details of the cheery smile and the content look. The half Sephi’s eyes remained frosty, glinting with something else just beneath the surface. The Jedi had just unleashed his worst enemy into the galaxy. And he had done it so tenderly. He had done it so meticulously and carefully.

The man had given power back in the hands of someone that sought to destroy everything he stood for. He allowed the worst transgression he would carry from this day forth. He had given sight back to the man that butchered his best friend. He had given sight back to the man that stormed and destroyed the Ajan Kloss temple. He had given sight back to the man that intended to burn and destroy far more after this. That intended to destroy more of his brethren. He had breathed life into a dangerous beast that had been curled up and dormant in the back of his psyche. That beast stretched and cracked its joints, yawning with its sharp, devastating fangs and elongated claws. It curled its spine and rose to its full height for the first time in a very long time.

There was the faintest glint of gold in Emryc’s eyes, but it was while the man wasn’t looking. The half Sephi finished up his cigarra and walked back towards the other man.

“Very pleased,” The baritone rumbled smoothly as Emryc sat down across from the other man. Silvers never left emeralds.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Perhaps most unfortunately for Hannibal, Rick was still incredibly difficult for him to read. There was of course the shift in his expression now that his eyes could catch sight of things and something there behind them. But it wasn't anything he was equipped to understand and Rick wasn't giving it away.

Hannibal had no knowledge of the true weight of what he'd just done. He only knew he'd found a blind, closed off, Force-using boatman in a remote village. A man who, as it had been made clear to him, was suffering without it. The Jedi even still was trying to figure out the impressions he'd gotten from him in those rare few open moments but he hadn't felt the need to in order to help. It was just in his nature to do so.

There was no thought that Rick was also Darth Raze, a Sith who had assaulted planets and was directly responsible for the deaths of Jedi and the loss of their original home. To Hannibal he was Rick, and only Rick. Raze could see now, but in a sense Hannibal was still blind.

Hannibal took a drag from his cigarra and turned away to blow out the smoke, briefly distracted by a cardinal twittering away in a tree, and then emeralds found silver again. He'd missed that brief shade of gold entirely. Instead brilliant greens with something like stars shining behind them, something Rick would quickly realize was just a feature of the man's gaze, stared directly into the frost.

He half-grinned in that same friendly way and tapped the end of his cigarra into his portable ashtray.

"Great! Glad I could help."

All around them was the life that so frequently pulled at Hannibal. The birds in the trees singing the morning away and rushing river water off in the distance, wind through waving leaves and across the grass. The fireplace from the last time they were in this spot had yet to be lit, covered in dirt to ensure it was out before they'd left. A cool mountain breeze lightly rustled their hair where they sat and looked at one another.

An eyebrow cocked upward and his grin curled further into something charmingly mischievous, a common expression for the man.

"Gettin' your lookin' in before I wander off, big guy? See somethin' you like or what?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s gaze lingered on Hans, watching the wind brush against the dark hair. The green eyes were vibrant and bright with life and energy, just as they had been years ago when he saw them last. The half Sephi grinned at his words, reaching over to help himself to a bottle of water. He took a sip before he quietly studied the other man. His gaze dropped below to take in sight of the tattooed arm and the cybernetic.

Silvers flicked back up to emeralds as he casually ran a few fingers through his hair, “Maybe if you took a few layers off,” He stared shamelessly towards the man, eyeing the clothing he had on him. Emryc didn’t budge from where he sat, taking sips from his water.

Everything around him was a blast to his senses. All his other senses clicked into place. When he heard sound, he knew he could turn to it and see it. When he looked down and saw something, he could touch it and link the senses. He had almost forgotten how any of that worked.

For now, however, his undivided attention was on the man before him.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal finished off his cigarra in the course of Rick's taking in his actual appearance and put it out in the ashtray. He stretched a little where he sat, rolling his left shoulder that was frequently stiff these days, and then looked up at the larger man again. Who was very clearly not just looking at him now but checking him out. At least the stuff that was visible, anyway.

The eyebrow curled up further and his grin widened at the openness. Not only was it far from subtle it was also new since the last times involved projection or touch as they felt like. Rick was just as matter of fact and calm as he was before but he seemed almost sharper somehow, more sure, like he could handle things better with the ability to see them.

"Normally I'd say 'you first' but you don't seem to do shirts, so," he joked and undid the simple, black short-sleeve undertunic he'd been using for camping. Hannibal liked his colourful robes and all but he wasn't dumb enough to wander the woods in them for no reason.

The cloth rose up and revealed his bare skin marked with colour and intricate designs that incorporated his scars. His left shoulder became a metal arm, replacing the lost limb that moved in a notably droid-like fashion. Smooth, but deliberate, sometimes at odds with the rest of him. Very casually he tossed the top off behind him somewhere and found Rick's face again.

"Your turn."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched Hans lift up and toss the undertunic. The half Sephi took another sip of water, sharp gaze following and tracing along the complex tattoos that marked his torso. He drank it all in as if contemplating a very expensive work of art. His head tilted slightly as his gaze traveled over Hans’ body, the same icy daggers softly dragging across the surface of what they saw. They traced the same patterns as the tattoos.

Emryc’s gaze flicked up to meet emeralds again when Hans made his request, “No,” The half Sephi said curtly, “Stand up and let me watch you,” He said firmly, the gaze glinting with burning frost that had heat of their own. There was desire there, and the eyes now perfectly fit the subtle shift in his demeanor.

As he spoke, the Force touched Hans in a very subtle way, as if invisible fingers traced down along the patterns on his body. They began at his chest and continued down towards his hips where they lingered and waited patiently. The gesture was both a credit to his refined use of the Force but also a testament to his ability to see details.

The half Sephi never broke his gaze, staring into emeralds and wading right through those green fields.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal sat there shirtless as silvers stalked smoothly overtop the many patterns and lines painted in needles and ink across his torso. Rick had an air of great casualness about looking him over, taking it in methodically one shape at a time. It was a strange sensation after all the time spent with him unable to see.

The Jedi's grin turned into something distinctly impish at the bronzed boatman's words. Desire glinted behind the greens Rick stared into but still that strange light of life along with it. No answer came immediately beyond him simply not moving from where he sat. Instead Emeralds looked him over, even as little uses of the Force showed the man's ability to exercise precision through the Force.

Soft feathery touches traveled across the same lines silver eyes had moments before. They stopped just below his waist in mimicry of playful teasing previously done by both of them at different times during their trip. Still he sat in place with that impish grin on his face.

"Sure thing," he said breezily after a couple moments. He stood up from the grass and settled hips his hands his hips by his waistband. And promptly did absolutely nothing else.

The grin widened playfully.

"Watch away, big guy. Or were you hopin' for somethin' specific?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc could see desire in the man’s eyes as he stared back, desire that was matched in the silvers. Hans stood up and the half Sephi’s eyes followed. He watched with that same hunger in his eyes, unashamed of how openly he drank in the other man. And then Hans purposely stopped what he was doing, followed by a quip.

The half Sephi stared calmly at the man. He slowly leaned back on the grass from where he was sitting, propping himself up on his elbows with his legs lazily extended before him. Emryc got comfortable on the grass as his gaze lingered briefly for a moment on the man’s hips before traveling back up to his eyes. The man’s quip did nothing to stagger the piercing gaze.

“You can take your pants off,” He stated rather matter of factly, “Or you can watch me tear them to shreds and decorate the grass around you.”

Emryc tilted his head slightly, his expression never changing.

@Mr. Teatime