((Cont. from the Insanity of Rage thread below because it's becomming narcissistic -- I need to go through and pull some of those posts into here, I think.))
Daydream watched the black-cloaked zabrak enter the noisy, crowded cantina, and she caught his sleeve, pressing a friendly kiss to his cheek. "How are you, Saevio?" she asked politely.
"Well," he answered curtly. "You?"
"I'm doing all right."
"Just all right?"
"I have an absolute devil of a hangover, and being the masochist I am, I have come to the loudest, brightest place I know," she smiled cheerfully.
"I was wondering where you ran off to last night in such a hurry...." the zabrak mused.
Daydream shrugged, reaching back to smooth a wrinkle in one of the ribbons binding her lekku back. "Kis'met needed to talk."
"Little did I know you were on your way to get sloshed," he muttered. "Talk?"
"Yes, talk. Communicate. Open one's mouth and form words." Pink lips curled in a sly grin. "That sort of thing."
"This involved becoming inebriated?" Saevio asked, ignoring the sarcasm.
"Some people find it easier to talk with a bit of alcohol in their blood." Daydream explained politely. The twi'lek folded her arms behind her, hands clasped at the small of her back.
"So. What did you talk about then?"
"You, of course," Daydream responded, bright eyes roaming admiringly over the zabrak's cloaked figure. "Our favorite subject."
". . . Me?" he responded obscurely, an eyebrow arching in the shadows under his hood.
"You."
"What about me?" Saevio pressed.
"Ah . . . She wants me to leave you." Daydream chuckled, a little awkwardly, glancing away.
"She told you that you should leave me?"
The tan-skinned twi'lek offered a shrug, fidgeting with the metal belt of her skirt. "She did acknowledge that it wouldn't be fair to me. Awkward, isn't it?"
"Awkward? Hardly. Now I have all the excuse I need."
Frowning, Daydream looked back to Saevio. "Excuse? For what?" She let wariness settle in her expression.
"You don't think I was just going sit back while another plots against me, do you?"
Plotting against him...? "I'm not plotting against you, Saevio."
"Not you, Dream." The zabrak smirked, wearing a mysterious expression.
"Neither is she. She's just in love with you," she said earnestly.
"As if she knew what love was...", Saevio muttered. "She's in lust."
"It amounts to the same thing," Daydream smirked, shaking her head. "Her mind was open to me. I know what she feels."
Turning slightly, Saevio peered intently at Daydream. "And what was your answer?"
"I told her I'd talk to you about it. Being that I am learning from her, it's --"
"-- Perhaps we should take this elsewhere then," the charcoal-skinned zabrak interjected, the scarlet glow of his eyes aimed at the very crowded and very noisy cantina. He pulled one side of his cloak open, inviting Daydream to come closer. "Sandstorms," he mumbled, and indeed there was the muted scream of an afternoon sandstorm blowing outside.
Snickering, Daydream bit back a coy comment and looped her arm around his waist, letting his cloak fall around her.
Daydream watched the black-cloaked zabrak enter the noisy, crowded cantina, and she caught his sleeve, pressing a friendly kiss to his cheek. "How are you, Saevio?" she asked politely.
"Well," he answered curtly. "You?"
"I'm doing all right."
"Just all right?"
"I have an absolute devil of a hangover, and being the masochist I am, I have come to the loudest, brightest place I know," she smiled cheerfully.
"I was wondering where you ran off to last night in such a hurry...." the zabrak mused.
Daydream shrugged, reaching back to smooth a wrinkle in one of the ribbons binding her lekku back. "Kis'met needed to talk."
"Little did I know you were on your way to get sloshed," he muttered. "Talk?"
"Yes, talk. Communicate. Open one's mouth and form words." Pink lips curled in a sly grin. "That sort of thing."
"This involved becoming inebriated?" Saevio asked, ignoring the sarcasm.
"Some people find it easier to talk with a bit of alcohol in their blood." Daydream explained politely. The twi'lek folded her arms behind her, hands clasped at the small of her back.
"So. What did you talk about then?"
"You, of course," Daydream responded, bright eyes roaming admiringly over the zabrak's cloaked figure. "Our favorite subject."
". . . Me?" he responded obscurely, an eyebrow arching in the shadows under his hood.
"You."
"What about me?" Saevio pressed.
"Ah . . . She wants me to leave you." Daydream chuckled, a little awkwardly, glancing away.
"She told you that you should leave me?"
The tan-skinned twi'lek offered a shrug, fidgeting with the metal belt of her skirt. "She did acknowledge that it wouldn't be fair to me. Awkward, isn't it?"
"Awkward? Hardly. Now I have all the excuse I need."
Frowning, Daydream looked back to Saevio. "Excuse? For what?" She let wariness settle in her expression.
"You don't think I was just going sit back while another plots against me, do you?"
Plotting against him...? "I'm not plotting against you, Saevio."
"Not you, Dream." The zabrak smirked, wearing a mysterious expression.
"Neither is she. She's just in love with you," she said earnestly.
"As if she knew what love was...", Saevio muttered. "She's in lust."
"It amounts to the same thing," Daydream smirked, shaking her head. "Her mind was open to me. I know what she feels."
Turning slightly, Saevio peered intently at Daydream. "And what was your answer?"
"I told her I'd talk to you about it. Being that I am learning from her, it's --"
"-- Perhaps we should take this elsewhere then," the charcoal-skinned zabrak interjected, the scarlet glow of his eyes aimed at the very crowded and very noisy cantina. He pulled one side of his cloak open, inviting Daydream to come closer. "Sandstorms," he mumbled, and indeed there was the muted scream of an afternoon sandstorm blowing outside.
Snickering, Daydream bit back a coy comment and looped her arm around his waist, letting his cloak fall around her.