You Look Like a Drast

[Darth Parox]

Castle Vemec, Serenno, 1628 local time​

They were 2 minutes away from the dinner date was Milo was, for once, nervous. Today he wasn't Parox, especially because he would not be in the presence of anyone that saw him as Parox. It had been years since he'd last seen his parents, but he didn't expect them to use his Darth name. They would likely be a bit awkward about it at first, but that would fade away, to be replaced with real awkwardness once they realized who the charming girl he'd brought home was.

They hadn't been together for long, but this wasn't that sort of meeting. Milo and Aadya weren't planning to get married or anything; he had wanted to travel to Serenno to see his parents after a long time, and had gotten her to come along.

It was gearing up to be an interesting meeting. Last time they had seen Milo, he was heading off to Coruscant to study physics so that he may become a scientist. Now, he was returning years later, a seasoned Sith Lord, the very thing he had first refused to strive for. He had changed much; and they would notice.

After much pacing and getting his suit all smoothed out—because Serennians for some reason found suits to be better than robes—he could finally say he was ready. He was, of course, sharing a room with Aadya, so he turned around and was able to see how she was doing.

She'd been provided with quite literally almost a hundred dresses to choose from, made out of the finest materials that could be found in the land—typical princess stuff. Milo wasn't sure if she would enjoy all of the pampering; she hadn't been raised noble for some reason—family drama that he hadn't pried into. Still, he couldn't help but smile looking at her in a dress. She was generally wearing such casual stuff—he barely even got her to wear robes for training—and it was quite the leap to dressing like a noble.

"You look like a Drast."

@Logan

 

[Aadya Drast]

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It was funny if you thought about it, the things that made a person nervous. Aadya had stared down the maw of a dragon, tangoed with a pureblood shaman, fought off all manner of molemen and tuk'ata devil dogs - and never once was she afraid. But this, what she was doing now, it stirred something in her stomach that tasted like fear. It was less butterflies swirling inside and more a mass of swarming bees, an unfamiliar feeling that she didn't much like. The logical part of her brain kept repeating "There's nothing to be nervous of, quit being over dramatic" over and over inside of her head, but the swarming bees part refused to listen.

Aadya had been staring at the cornucopia of clothing Milo had wrangled for her to choose from for some time now, finding herself unable to make a decision on much of anything. Maybe that was part of her problem, nervousness stemming from indecision. Glancing over at Milo for a moment, Aadya couldn't help but smile.

He looked handsome as ever in his suit. She had to keep from making fun of him about it since Aadya knew how much Milo disliked wearing "normal" clothes. Breathing him in seemed to quell the swarm for now, Aadya turning back to her choices and her eyes falling on one of the dresses she'd not noticed before.

It was a short thing, though still revealed less skin than any of Aadya's typical dress-wear which was probably for the best considering the company. It matched well with Milo though and they would surely pop when standing side-by-side. Plus, and maybe most importantly, Aadya just looked really kriffing good in white.

"Lets hope I can manage to pretend to be one too," she said with a smile. It was probably obvious to Milo, but Aadya wasn't really well educated on the more.. noble side of being a Drast. Sure, she could get in on petty squabbling and cut throat politics as much as the next girl, but there were likely intricacies that came along with her name that Aadya really wasn't privy to or understood.

She was not raised like other Drasts. The life of a noble was not something that came to her easily. It occurred to her that Milo had never asked about that, though then again its not like she was out there trying to bring it up. Not that she was ashamed, far from it, but a small part of her wondered if Milo would be racist like other Drast nobility she'd heard about, especially when the Republica was still around.

Finally finishing up her ensemble, Aadya turned to Milo and gave him a fresh, genuine smile while fastening her earrings. The swarm was still buzzing in her gut, but in hooking her arm through Milo's so that he could lead them to wherever they were going, it begin to subside. "Ready when you are, love."

@vamp

 

[Darth Parox]

She certainly wasn't dressed like usual, but Milo would be lying if she didn't look as perfect as always. Both of them were done getting ready and they were supposed to be at the dining room in less than a minute, so the timing had lined up nicely. Arm in arm, they stepped out into the hallway of House Vemec's castle, no servants to accompany them because Milo already knew the layout of the building like the back of his hand. He lead Aadya down the hall and turned left, the grand double doors opening before them to reveal a dining room so grand it would make a Hutt feel poor.

His parents—a dark haired woman with maroon eyes and a dark haired man with a piercing gaze—were already sitting, his father at the head of the table. Nothing surprising so far. His mother was the Drast and the Force sensitive of the two, and his father had always seemed to find the need to compensate for that. Milo smiled at both of them and nodded in greeting before leading Aadya to the table, the two sitting down opposite his parents.

There was no food on the table yet, which meant they would have to converse while they waited for it to arrive. "Mother," he greeted. "Father." He was about to open his mouth to say something, but his mother interrupted.

"My goodness, Milo! You've changed so much!" To his horror, she reached over the table and pinched his cheek, and the Sith Lord had no possible response to that—he just sat there and took it, his face a mask of embarassment. "You've grown into such a charming young man—" she turned to his father and nudged him with her elbow. "Didn't I tell you he'd grow into a charming young man?"

"That you did, but I never thought I'd see my son grow up to become a Sith Lord." His father's voice was gravelly and perhaps a bit higher pitched than what one would expect. There was a strange passive-aggressiveness in the way he spoke, which Milo had grown to get used to. "Whatever happened to astrophysics?"

Milo looked at Aadya apologetically. They like hearing themselves speak, he projected, then turned to look at his father. It was a question that was awfully personal to him, after the things he'd seen in deep space, but Milo didn't act like it. "Ah, well, I decided I should start focusing on the larger things, father. With a civil war at our doorstep and a rebellion brewing, I made the choice to aid the effort—and look at me now."

"Yes, yes, look at you!" His mother was speaking a mile a second as always, while his father simply sat there and watched. As if a switch turned inside her head, she turned to look at Aadya. "But that's enough about Milo! Who is the little lady? What's your name, dear? Where are you from?"

Ah shit.

@Logan