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Jackson would make his approach to her, sliding against the railing as she turned to face him. He heard that lie and he was about to make a sly remark, but something about her wording made him not proceed with the wit. "Yeah, well.. Few things are as suffocating as a massive palace." He'd say lightly. "Besides, the view out here is much better, can't blame ya for coming out here." he flashed a grin before his gaze drifted out over the balcony, he couldn't even imagine living somewhere like this.

At her question, he would look back. "Pffft.. Me? I was like totally born Sith, ya know?" he said with a humor laced tone and a smirk before sighing. "Honestly? I killed a Pyke.. on accident, on Eriadu.. Darth Raze happened to be there and kept them from killing me. Don't think I had much say after that.. but, I'm trying to fit in here." he'd say looking away from her. She was obviously unhappy about something and he felt like what he was telling her was taboo for the Sith. "Truth be told.. I don't like violence.. So I doubt I will uh.. survive this.." He wasn't sure why he was being so open, but he just hoped it didn't backfire entirely.

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She smirked at him again, violet eyes sparkling. "It seems you were quite busy yourself," came the sly reply, waggling her brows once. "One like beskar... one like silk," her eyes drifted momentarily towards where Tiamat had disappeared, before gritting her jaw.

Be entirely herself? She could do that flawlessly.

One finger traced over his vest, violet eyes glinting in answering mischief.
"I like what you've done." There was no need to hesitate with him; it was like a competition. A dance, flavored with spice. When he began to dip her, one leg hooked over his, her other hand reaching behind to lightly tug on the laces.

At his words, she leaned up, her voice a whisper against his ear.


"Perhaps I should learn from your example, Icarus?" The hand on his chest lowered to his hip, splaying out. "What can I say, I'm a girl who loves her thrills. But what about you, hmm?"

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"So," Malou turned away from Jackson, her body returning to facing away from the castle. "You ended up here by accident, then?" They were complete opposites in that regard. Malou had suffered years of being told 'no' over and over again, only to just recently be allowed to pursue the study of the Force. Part of her envied that he was just able to fall right into it, even if he didn't seem one hundred percent on board. He doesn't think he'll survive it? Those words stuck with her as she studied the pine needles on the trees below them. There were as many of them as there could be reasons he was telling her this. And it was Darth Raze who brought him to the Sith? That left a bad taste in her mouth; she still didn't like that particular Sith Lord. It sounded like Jackson hadn't been given much of a choice either. So why is he still here?

"You probably...should get over that," she would add after a moment, in response to his dislike of violence. It was kind of woven into the Sith, to the Dark side. It was weakness, and he would have to cull it if he wanted to survive. Malou, though she did not move, brought her attention to his face. She studied its colorless expression, trying to determine why he was telling her this.

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Morgan waved politely to Priscca as she left and offered Renfry that same impish grin and an utterly unhelpful tilt of the head at her comment before she, too, departed the bar. He took a hearty drink of the fire-wine and hummed in a satisfied way to himself, turning in the bar seat to face the dance floor. In the absence of an immediate partner to dance with he supposed simply relaxing was quite nice on its own. Besides, if someone else got thrown, it would be funny to watch.

In the middle of observing how Jaikus and Deva danced together the Firrerreo Sith felt a presence. A certain, very specific presence. A presence he hadn't felt since...


"Asmimee-uh, Asminys?" he muttered quietly with some surprise, his head turning toward- a wall? Wasn't Raze over in that general direction? The potential ramifications of those two interacting ran through Morgan's buzzed brain like jumping deer, processing how that could possibly go well.

Morgan shrugged. He trusted Raze and the half-Sephi could very well handle himself. It also helped he was steadily relaxing further and further. Then a woman entered and showed up and greeted Artorigas, who was of course still near Stolas at the bar. Morgan's brows rose a little and his grin widened, head tilting slightly to one side. Had he not been recognized?

That was always a fun little game.


"Isn't the stonework just classic Serenno?" the Firrerreo asked the lady in her lovely black dress, a hand waving vaguely toward the walls. "I'm rather fond of the armour collection." Sharp golden eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. "By chance, did you happen to see any interesting lawn decorations on your way in?"


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"I don't believe in accidents.. or coincidences.." Jackson would say as she turned away. "I gotta believe that I'm here to do something. At least, that's how I coped with everything in life." he said with a dry laugh. They were from two different worlds, she from wealth and high standing, him... not so much. He couldn't even remember the names of his parents, hell he didn't even know his real name.

"You probably... should get over that."


He felt her gaze, though now it seemed to feel more than her eyes falling on him. Perhaps it was more, or perhaps it was the drink. But her words rang with some truth. He may not like violence, but he was fairly decent in a fight. What he lacked was the desire to take another life, the pleasure in erasing another soul from existence. "Yeah, I probably should.. Could you do it? Kill innocent civilians in an invasion?" He'd ask, his gaze shifting back to her. He heard the stories, seen the recordings. Sith using suicide bombers or pulling buildings down on civilians.

He realized how heavy of a question it was and would try to speak up again before she got the chance to answer. "Ya know what, forget that question. How uhh.. how did you come to be here, with the Sith?"

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Kor'bishal would be standing on the balcony, the casual commotion behind him breaking him from his reverie. The Force would sing out to him and the Herald of Nar'shahai would take several steps to the right, just as Zabrak whipped past. There was a slight tug on his cloak, a look of disgust would flash beneath the mask as the alien entered his zone. Summoning the Force, he would grip Xeno, already flying in mid air and add a little more force behind his current trajectory. After all, the broken could always be broken more. And those were his favorite... toys.

The sound of heels would also announce the arrival of another, the Kaasian royal. "Ah... Lady Kersin." He would say as he stepped a bit farther around the wrap around balcony. If she followed, it would lead the pair away from the view of the rest of the party.

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Well then..

Seemed that the fiery red headed Lady of the Sith was not keen on having a blue skinned warrior around. It was fair but kind of racist. Maybe she was already upset and just didn't want to deal with a stranger. That would have been quite understandable but in overall overview, Lucifer could tell this one was a bit of a stuck up teenager within the body of a woman. Not the best company if he may determine. Wait, who am I kidding? It's his thoughts, he could think whatever he wanted of her.

As for the other Lady, she seemed to be more intrigued in having company from the Marauder that had arrived. Definitely something he could get behind but of course he would try to stay professional for the sake of not being the next to fly.

"Yes M'lady, I had seen a red blur fly by and wanted to see the aftermath, though I will admit other reasons have brought me to your company... ahem, but where is this Zabraki dumbass?"

Lucifer would fix his tie and then slowly look over the edge of the balcony. The lady, Renfry was quite attractive he had to admit, though it would be unwise to attempt any moves on a Lady of her standing. Queen of Dathomir and many other achievements. One hell of a reputation.



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Artorigas both inwardly and outwardly smiled as he watched the form of the Zabrak Xeno fly out of the window. Luckily Lord Raze had judged the throw expertly and the brains of the man had not splattered against the mantle as he spun through and from the lack of immediate crack he had also cleared the outer wall. He considered sending out servants to see to the Sith, but after the stunt with the armour he would leave the Sith for a while before sending someone out. The cold would at least keep the body preserved if he had indeed perished during the fall.

It seems that it words or presence had been enough for both Darth Andruil and Lady Tiamat for the time being and they soon left him with Dark Stolas, it smiled at the man. It seemed as if they had come full circle from the beginning just the pair of them for a moment. "I believe there is room for one Mi' Lord though it has never been set up as so. It is currently used as extra storage for functions like this one. Do you have someone in mind?" He asked with a smirk he to looking back over the dancefloor before them.

Before he could receive an answer a newcomer appeared, perhaps more than fashionably late at this hour. Looking at the large clock above the door, it was almost time for the grand spectacle though to be honest it all awaited on Artorigas words. "Thank you, Miss?" He asked, Artorigas was about to introduce the Dark Lord next to him before he commented about the architecture and the contents of the Castle. "I would like to add more to my collection if I could, Lord Raze's would definitely be an interesting item to add." He replied with his own mischievous smile.

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Sah’ra offered Artorigas a subtle smile as he accepted her compliment, dipping her head forward slightly. It truly was a wonder to behold, Castle Wessex, but by now she was sure he had exceeded his limits on displays of admiration. The night was late and she could only assume that many of his other guests had offered much the same in way of praise.

”Sah’ra Ryun,” she would reply. ”When I heard what you had accomplished in such a short time, I felt it was necessary to come and make your acquaintance,” Her smile never faded but it would read as though it were quite neutral; sincere in that she was happy to both be here and to meet the man behind the stories but not quite so suggestive as to imply much else beyond this. When the Firrerreo man close by interjected after her introduction, the smile remained though it was partnered by a raised eyebrow. She didn’t need to know this particular man to know he held a status of power, the white silks of his robe displaying a certain air of authority as did his golden eyes. No, he fit the description of a particular Sith Lord exquisitely though she was not one to jump at assumptions.

”Lawn decorations, you say?” Sah’ra’s perked eyebrow remained, as did the smile. Her eyes met those of gold and she could not help but wonder just what it was that had transpired, registering a degree of devilish humour behind Stolas’ iris. ”I can’t say that I did, no. Though I did hear something rather… suspicious, coming from below the landing platform. I merely assumed it to be a couple of guests looking for some enjoyment away from prying eyes. After all, nights like these are when stories are made, as is the next generation,” she continued, taking a sip of her champagne afterwards. ”I have to say, I absolutely adore the robes… I’m sorry, what is your name, Lord?” she asked of Stolas, entirely unaware of whom it was she was speaking due to her six year absence from the galaxy as a whole.

As the discussion returned to the collection of suits of armour that encircled the hall, Sah’ra feigned a sense of wonder as she looked them over one by one. She wasn’t one for such displays of wealth but they did tell her that Artorigas, or at least members of his family, had a great interest in collecting artifacts of history. Now that was something that intrigued her. As Wessex indicated his interest in acquiring the armour of the one known as Darth Raze, her eyes fell on the towering man adorned in stylish black armour. He was certainly hard to miss. Why one would subject themselves to such discomfort as to wear full battle gear during a social gathering, she did not understand.

”So it would seem that you both have an interest in history then?” Sah’ra directed her question to both Artorigas and Stolas as she looked around the room. Some suits she could recognize as artifacts of the ancient Sith. Others were of foreign design to her but old, nonetheless.


 
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Could I? Malou didn't consider herself a violent person. Violence was a part of life--it existed in war, in self-defense, in the Sith. She couldn't see herself going out of her way to harm as many people as she could, nor could she see herself flinging someone off a balcony for wearing mismatched clothing. Heat rose in her chest, only to be quelled quickly by a reminder of the conclusion she'd come to earlier. But she was not disturbed by the thought of ending a life; it was not something that inherently bothered her. She didn't get the chance to answer however, because Jackson dismissed the topic and asked another question. Why did I join the Sith? Maybe he would understand why she felt the way she felt if she told him.

"My father knew I would be force-sensitive before I was even conceived," she began quietly. "My mother was Miralukan, as I am--we see without eyes through the Force--but she died when I was young." Her voice grew more steady as she continued. "My father did not allow me to pursue study of the Force, because of her death, I have assumed. I joined the Sith when my master took over the Wessex House. I do not know why my father changed his mind, but he did. So now I am here, finally able to learn and explore something I should have been allowed to do since I was young."

Her explanation ended tensely, as the topic still bothered her to no end. She felt cheated; she could have been so much farther along. Part of her wanted to resent her mother, too, for dying, but it felt unfair. This was all her father's fault. All of it. Whatever he feared should not have taken priority over what she wanted.

"I fought to be able to do what I am now. I tried to study it myself, to find a mentor on my own..." Malou trailed for a moment, realizing her explanation had turned into venting. The anger from before was beginning to resurface in the way her words came out, tense and sharp in intonation. "My very apprenticeship is defiance; the letter I sent to my master was an act of rebellion. Me, standing here in this castle--on this balcony--is my absolute refusal to be anything less than whatever I have the potential to be." Malou's hand once again gripped into the balcony as her words trailed off. Maybe now he would understand why she couldn't sympathize with him. She relaxed.

"That is the difference between us, Jackson." Malou raised her hand to her cheek and felt the heat slowly disappear from it. "You are coping with a situation you have been thrust into, and I am ready to embrace everything I could've been years ago." She turned to face him now, her gaze beneath the blindfold bearing down on his. "I would not take a life for the hell of it," But there are the weak and the strong, and I refuse to be anything but the latter. "but I am not scared of the fact that I could."

And thus, Malou ended the only monologue she would ever suffer herself or anyone else to bear witness to.

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After taking a moment to look around the room – just to be sure there weren't any other bodies flying in her direction – the blonde finally stepped outside to bear the frigid cold of the Serenno air. She didn't have her fur coat this time, and it had begun to snow lightly again, her pale eyes momentarily lifting to watch it fall from the sky before leveling them with the man who had requested her join him on the balcony.

Prissca thought she'd done her research for this party, or that her assistant had done her research if she was going to be perfectly honest, but whoever this guy was he wasn't on her list of 'Sith You Need To Schmooze'. At least, she didn't think so. It was hard to tell with the mask if he could be one of the other Lords or Darths she'd memorized the names and faces of. So many of them fancied masks these days. Why did he call her to meet him outside, then? Considering how temperamental some Sith were, she thought it unwise to outright ignore the invitation, so when he finally acknowledged her presence she gave him a warm, inviting smile. “My Lord. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I do not know yours.”

Then he moved, stepping around the corner to an out-of-sight spot on the balcony. Strange. She would hesitate in following after him, not the type of woman who was keen on being alone with any of the Sith at this party, much less one she still didn't know the name or reputation of.

“Is there some business we need speak of in private, my Lord?” She asked, downing the rest of the whiskey in her glass and setting it down gently on the stone railing in clear view of the doors. Only after that did she move to follow him.

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Asminys nostrils flared once again at Raze's response, in anger now instead of disgust. Not a surprise to Asminys that the other Lord's words angered him, he was always angry. The way they angered him however.

Darth Raze's words brought forth an anger that came from a deeper place than his crude insinuations should have drawn from Asminys and it puzzled him. Caught halfway to a response, Asminys looked into his own mind to find the source of this anger. What he found only puzzled him more as he found the memories related to Raze within him tattered and torn. Tapestries in the hallway of the mind that were shredded as if by tooth and claw, torn and strewn about with violence. A brief flash of memory arose of hot breath and sweat sleeked skin as he examined these memories only to be drowned out in an instant.

Pain.

An otherly roar filled the psyche of the Sith Lord as pain lanced through his mind. His face shifted quickly from anger, to confusion, to agony, although the change in his expressions were minute. Refusing to show weakness in front of the other Sith, Asminys silently held Darth Raze's cold helmeted gaze as the pain began to subside, though his eyes were expressive as ever as the maelstrom of emotion crashed over the Sith, a firestorm of rage through which a monster's eyes peered, ever so briefly, fixed on what became of the man that had almost made it human.

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Tiamat's brow narrowed as Renfry accepted the extra company, allowing the Marauder to stay around. That was the last thing Tiamat wanted right now, she came out here to get away from others for a moment, and she could tolerate Renfry, but another who thought he was smooth cheese, Tiamat felt irritated...again. As the two made small talk and searching where the Sith had landed, Tiamat felt something tap against her cheek. The redhead reached up, grabbing the small chocolate and popping it into her mouth.

...though I will admit other reasons have brought me to your company...

There was a drop in her stomach and her face scrunch in obvious disgust, an eyebrow raised and the woman took a step back, distancing herself further from Renfry and Lucifer. She watched them both for a little while longer, trying to think if she saw some place else where she could duck away and finish collecting herself without being disturbed. She floated another chocolate to herself, still enjoying her glass of wine.



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Raze had expected an angry outburst, a quip, a lashing out or some other thing that would have entertained him. However, what came next utterly and completely surprised him. It was pain. It was agony. It was an explosion of the Force through Asminys’ mind, fragments of it shattering out like shards of glass and piercing into Raze’s mind. Though his thoughts were a fortress, the nature of what flew at him meant they seeped through the cracks.

It was a visceral reaction, a sharp exhale escaping Raze as a crack formed along the glass he was holding. The taller Sith Lord’s jaw tightened as he was flooded with things he had put aside long ago. Things from back when he had been angry. Things for which he had taken more lashings to his back. Promises he made to himself, doors he had shut forever. It all reared its ugly head to the surface, memories of rain, of pain, of the Jedi Grandmaster all swimming suddenly in his head.

He despised that Asminys didn’t wear a helmet. He despised seeing those eyes. Raze reached up and flipped the lower portion of his helmet back on, sealing every bit of his face from view once again. For a second or two there was nothing but silence as he stared back at Asminys, reeling himself back to that unwavering calm he always sought.

“You walked away first.”

The Sith Lord said nothing more, spinning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction. He set the empty glass down on a nearby tray, still chaining himself back from the anger that bubbled just beneath the surface. Most of it was anger at himself, only a sliver of it spared for the broken Sith Lord.

Raze was feeling the effects of the alcohol and drugs and desperately wanted to eat. He had a particular craving, starting a trek towards the kitchens. On his way, he could sense his former apprentice nearby on a balcony. He was entirely too buzzed to worry about the potential drama.

He poked his head out into the balcony, pausing as he caught the sight of Renfry and some blue man with Tiamat seething nearby. His helmeted head tilted towards the redhead as he telepathically addressed her, not wanting the random marauder to hear him.

“How do I make cheese grilled?”

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The man wasn't even being insufferable, but Tia (@GABA) didn't seem to be wanting any of it. She supposed it was just the other woman wanting some time alone and she simply shook her head slightly. Oh well, she was an adult and could make her own decisions, mostly.

Probably smeared down there somewhere. I never found him, she said, answering his question (@Scoobert).

Her attention was drawn back toward the sudden appearance of Emryc at the entry to the main ballroom, though his attention seemed more focused on Tiamat. What he had "said" to her wasn't known to her, however.

She smiled and waved in his direction (@Sreeya), not having actually gone to speak with him or see him yet this evening. His popularity and whirlpool of drama had made approaching him less straightforward than others. But she decided she would need to before the night was over. Or perhaps the better word was to say that she wanted to.

As Marauder finished looking over the railing, she looked back to him. And what were these "other reasons" for coming this direction? she asked him.
 

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Tiamat's hate for parties seemed to be reinforced by Renfry's decision to play into the small talk with the stranger that interrupted them. She seemed to be more interested in what he had to say and offer than continuing conversation with herself, which Tiamat decided she would be super FINE about it. The redhead drained the last of the wine from her glass and set down the glass and the bottle onto the railing, feeling the drunk encouragement to tell Renfry how she was really behaving and where she and this dweeb can go. However, before she got too far in that plan, there was a voice that floated through her mind, asking about a cheese grilled?

The woman slowly turned to look behind her, seeing the stupid helmet of Raze peeking from around the corner. Renfry also spotted him and waved, and Tiamat nearly slapped her hand out of the annoyance she picked Blue Skidoo over herself for conversation. The request from Raze was odd, and even more was how he was mentally connecting with her for instructions, leaving her face to contort in puzzlement. However, since Renfry was more entertained by Blue Streak, perhaps showing Raze would give her the moment's peace she craved. And even though she wanted just to dance with him, grilling a cheese she thought sounded like the carb comfort she needed right now.

She didn't bother to announce she was excusing herself and headed back to the ballroom, not saying a word to Raze as she tilted her head in the direction she was heading. She figured the kitchen wasn't too far away as she watched where the servers exited with empty trays into a hall where the redhead followed hopefully with Raze in tow. A short walk, it seemed to lead to a large prep area and the kitchen with a grill sat behind. Odd looks were given to the Sith Lords, but no one dared to ask them to leave as Tiamat grabbed a few ingredients (and wine) on her way back.



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Miralukan. That explains the eyes. Jackson would think to himself, now that some of the signs were starting to come together. Daddy issues, he should have picked up on that sooner, seemed like it was a Sith specialty. "Well.. maybe your mother didn't want you to, or maybe it was age agreement." he'd say with a shrug. "Plus, I think Sith owning Serenno means they could just take you whenever they wanted.Maybe he felt if it was your decision, you'd succeed more?" He offered. "But who knows why parents do shit, right?" he'd add with a laugh.

Between the anger, the venting, and the alternating tones, there seemed to be a sublayer of an apology. She was passionate about the Sith life and apparently, she felt the need to defend herself. Jackson didn't tell her those things for sympathy, more or less the booze helped it along. His gaze would leave her briefly to look at one of the other balconies where two forms were now talking. Wait... is this... am I getting a monologue? She couldn't be. Surely she knew those were reserved for Lords and above. "Very impressive that you did all that on your own." he offered a smile. "Some real gumption trying to find other teachers and whatnot."

At the conclusion of her monologue he offered a slow clap. "Well, that's like a solid eight out of ten right there. I even like how you repeated what I said about what I'm doing. Very high-brow. Very nicely done." he laughed lightly. "So, you could take an innocent life, if there was a reason for it. Good to know. Though, I do have one question. You said you embrace all this Sith stuff.. is that.. why you came out to the balcony? To embrace it?" there was no judgement in his voice, it was in fact a genuine question. "Or in the time you got out here, you realized you could embrace it? And if you can embrace it, can you help me embrace it? I didn't even know I had a case of the spirit fingers until like.. a year ago or so." the whole time his tone was level and good-natured.

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As Deva hooked her leg around his, Jaikus shifted the hand on her waist back to grasp the underside of her thigh, grinding his hips forward against hers in perfect unison. “Mmm, you could say I’ve kept myself preoccupied.” A sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as she tugged on the laces of his vest, forcing that binding just a bit tighter. His eyes briefly followed her own to where Tiamat and Raze had wandered off. “Perhaps it is the risk of burning that is so alluring, mm? Like the moth to a flame.” Despite his clear reference, Jaikus was not about to let previous dalliances occupy his thoughts for very long. At the moment, he resolved to give Deva his full attention.

It certainly had quite the shift for the both of them. Each had started as observers clinging to the wall, wallflowers seemingly more interested in watching with drinks in hand rather than actually participating in the festivities. But now? They remained one of the few pairs left on the dancefloor, their every movement seemingly a bold attempt to outdo the other. It was this subtle competition that Jaikus seemed to so enjoy.

“And this..” The Axxilan began as he traced his hand up from her back. Slender fingers curled and drug up the curves of her body, sliding along her ribs until he gripped the lapel of her jacket, tugging it firmly to bring her close. “Suits you quite well indeed.” With that, Jaikus took a step back to spin Deva, allowing his fellow Marauder complete three rotations before he stepped back in, stopping her abruptly so that they were facing each other once more.

He kept one knee stepped in between hers while one hand splayed wide along the small of her back to keep their bodies properly locked together, like two pieces of a jigsaw fitting into place. His other hand hung loose at his side, swaying with his lower half. “So tell me, which you do prefer? Beskar or silk?” His words were spoken with something of a purr, barely above a whisper. “Or something new?”
 

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When Jackson spoke, suggesting that her father might have just had good intentions, it infuriated her. It made him look like he thought her worries had all been for nothing; that it was part of some "plan." He had not lived in her shoes through the years she had been forced to view the world in blurry shapes because her father had forbidden her to see through the Force. And then he clapped. It took all she had in her to not erupt at him. She had hoped he would understand, but he didn't. On top of all that, he wanted help in embracing it. Embracing it? The desire to better himself? The desire for power? She couldn't give him any of that. "You don't get it. I can't help you embrace something you don't already want to embrace," she would say after a moment. She didn't want to be his guiding hand, especially when she was still so unsure of herself. Especially when he was becoming insufferable to her in that moment.

His tone may have been good-natured, but he came across as dismissive and patronizing. For her own sake, she needed to leave this situation. She'd gone off on her own for a reason, and though it was her fault she didn't turn him away when she first had the chance, she wanted to be alone. "Look," Malou would let out a sharp sigh. "I came out here to be alone." She removed her hands from the balcony and turned to walk back inside. She paused at the door, hesitating as if she had something more to add. And she did, but for a moment she wasn't sure if she should. In the end she continued on, letting the glass door close behind her as she left him.

It must be the alcohol… She was never this emotional about things. Have I ever even said that many words to someone in a row ever? Malou held a hand to her temple as she made her way back through the castle. Tonight has been...a lot. She hadn't eaten anything yet, so maybe she should start there. Food helps with sobriety...right? Maybe? She had no idea, but she was hungry anyways.

The girl made her way to the kitchen, avoiding the main hallway as she did so. The servants bustling around didn't mind her as she slipped in and ducked in between them. They were busy cleaning up, and Malou snuck in enough for a late night snack that they were used to it. She immediately went towards an empty counter and grabbed a loaf of bread and a soft cheese on the way there. Bread and cheese. It was so simple and yet so perfect. She'd return to the party after she'd cooled off...again.

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Lucifer Starck

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Lucifer kept looking, hoping she wouldn't mention anything of the comment he had made. It was one of those uncontrolled comments that were on his mind and made their way out. The beauty of the Lady Renfry was immeasurable and Lucifer had only exposed what his thoughts of her were. Trying to conceal what he had just said was going to be difficult but if she noticed it he would need to explain.

She had turned away to look to the large Lord Darth Raze. Understandable to want to speak with him. He has a reputation for being the best. Certainly an impressive person of interest. Lucifer was eager to become more powerful, though he does need to learn to control the force completely before he can be more powerful.

Still not seeing the little red asshole, Renfry had spoke again.. but his time she was asking what exactly it was that made him come to speak with her... PANIC MODE PANIC MODE.

"Well, if I am being honest, as I always do. It was yourself. You have a certain aura that surrounds you.. no not the Dark Side. Well yes, but no. I mean beauty... you are just stunning. Almost dropped my jaw hard enough to fall out."

Now on the outside he looked calm and cool and collected... but the inside? I guess you could say his heart was beating so fast and crazy it looked like a bull riding competition in his body. Like a nexu in a cage. His face would tell a story his heart wasn't cashing. Most would be in total fear of going for what they want, but Lucifer lived on the edge a little. Will it be successful? Probably not, but you miss every shot that you don't take.



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