#edit: darth vowrawn

[serenofroses]

the current main ocs apart of my swtor legacy via Sims 4.

[the-tomato-patch]

Darth Vowrawn

[reconstructionlegacy]

I will not provoke the Emperor.

[serenofroses]

Kritanta x Darth Vowrawn: [14/?]

sw:tor Nevrakis legacy.

#when you don’t bow because you are the Wrath and married a Dark Councillor. ~ Kritanta x Vowrawn.

[ghostace]

blah blah blah

letida is the daughter of a high ranking admiral, one of garza's cronies, and her immediate addition to havoc squad as she finishes whatever sort of military school the republic has doesn't help the accusations of nepotism. as it happens, she is constantly going against her mother's wishes and she wanted a normal posting. it also adds to havoc hiding their impending defection since they assume she's a spy

rethza's mom is a sith, though she's not force sensitive herself, and she's fairly neutral in the galactic war. while she follows the canon smuggler story, it's only because she takes the opportunities given to her that she ends up working for the republic so much, and she's real annoyed at darmas for hiding it when she literally wouldn't have cared

teness is dathomiri, and it took some negotiation with them to get her to the jedi - which worked out for her in the long run, at least. there's some concern among the jedi council that she might have certain "tendencies" but they're wrong and adoptive dad orgus can see it. the edit to the canon story is that orgus is her master for closer to ten years than the five minutes in game

sunias lacks empathy in a way that should make her path as a jedi more of a struggle, but she comes to the same conclusions with logic - and she doesn't entirely lack compassion. while she's not above threatening someone to get her way, she never intends to follow through. she can be, at times, somewhat callous, and she gets along admirably with fellow pragmatist lana, but they disagree on what the pragmatic path is, sometimes, even if people suggest she'd have made a good sith, too

fenire would never have been made a knight except that he was present on coruscant during the sacking, after years of failing his trials repeatedly, and helped protect younglings and let them escape. the jedi council had brought him there to try and encourage him to perhaps leave and move on from the jedi, since he struggled with the ethics and code - though not out of anger, but being overly empathetic to the point of unintentionally picking up on peoples' internal emotions and addressing them as if they were public. due to his actions and how many jedi died that day, they felt they had to give him the promotion, regardless of his actual talent

seraad is acina's estranged child, and regardless of the heights he reaches she never welcomes him back, so he allies with her rival, darth vowrawn, instead. when his lighter-leaning nature puts him at odds with his agreement with vowrawn, he offers seraad up as a pawn for acina to take and forcibly mould into a personal, tethered assassin - much like she did to malgus.

kaliir takes her mandalorian culture all too seriously, having grown up dar'manda with family that were exiled from the clans, she seizes every opportunity to prove her knowledge and expertise on the subject. while winning the great hunt caused some controversy with the invitation from mandalore to be adopted into his clan - before he knew of her dar'manda background - in the end they didn't come to regret it, as she continues to uphold the strict honour code.

cheid, siol, and idrix are all "lost chiss" which were young children kidnapped from higher ranking families in the ascendancy by chiss rebels, and taken as leverage that ultimately failed. each of them were separated from their captors under different circumstances, and both siol and idrix ended up in the republic, and cheid on neutral world tatooine, all of them with no knowledge of how they ended up there - but eventually the ascendancy takes note, and tries to kidnap them back to their families.

currently merrina, khrenn, and othi are all canon inquisitors, and merrina and othi share the dark council seat - sort of. because she's an alien and less interested in the politics, she and merrina agreed that othi holds the seat in name, but merrina handles the day to day and politics of it all, which the dark council does not approve of, but their combined power puts off any attempts to fight the arrangement. khrenn has no interest in the position at all.

tlen takes the title of emperor's wrath, but in the end she's not politically able at all, quickly being surpassed by seraad who's far more adept at working in the upper class circles and playing the political game. she's a blunt executioner, and when she loses her status during the invasion of zakuul, she finds herself without any allies, having put them all off with her brutal, tactless ways

riyk, chiira, sohlaire, and farrai as the side smuggler crew all have some degree of force sensitivity, and all but sohlaire are directly related to someone who was or is a jedi or sith. sohlaire used to be a jedi and then a sith himself, riyk's daughter is a sith, chiira's brother is a jedi, and farrai's sister is sunias, who's literally on the jedi council. they adopt lost child malkah who is also mildly force sensitive, but other than sohlaire none of them ever get any training as they're not powerful enough to warrant it

[serenscarlett-moved]

“I’m here for you, my dear. We’ll figure this out one at a time.”

A/N: cipher nine protag, just some soft trans dad and daughter moment, pregnancy mentions, hurt/comfort with feeeeeeels, oh no. Jadus goes by she/they pronouns. probably terribly written as it is not proofread properly.

The comforting, reassuring words from her father was all she needed to hear. She felt so lost and alone in this universe, unsure of what the future prepared for her. 

Everything happened so fast--one moment, she discovered Darth Jadus was alive all along to fire the Eradicators against her will, to become a fiancée to Darth Marr while the wedding preparation went underway.

She moved back to the rural Ziosti countryside to remain in the city apartment. Jadus paid an unexpected visit that left her shaken up, hours after the announcement of her engagement to Darth Marr rather than them. 

Vowrawn was relieved to have his daughter--whom he fondly referred to as his little girl--back home and refused to leave her side. Dark Council be damned, he thought, as Jadus was in the process of reforming the Sith Empire into a vision they foresaw. He figured at some point he would lose his seat position as the Dark Council was the first to undergo changes.

He didn’t care. Family comes first than Sith businesses. He helped her get settled into the comforts of her childhood home and her old bedroom she’s familiar with. He managed to convince her to take a relaxing bath and change into clean clothes while he started to unpack her bags. Then something caught his intrigued attention upon finding a datapad amongst her belongings.

A datapad containing the blood test result had left him completely shocked.

Vowrawn beckoned Aris to sit down for a serious talk--leaving her alarmed when she saw him handing over the datapad. He knew something seemed off with Aris since her return through the Force. The result confirmed this explanation.

Aris is five months pregnant--too far along to consider options in the early stage of her pregnancy and think about her decisions over keeping the unborn child or not.

“Were you aware?” he asked her calmly.

She sniffled and shook her head in response, “I didn’t find out until four months later.”

A cryptic pregnancy--the thought alarmed him knowing the risks that come with it. He has to get Aris prepared--physically, mentally and emotionally--for the worst case scenarios.

He needed to know something... after he and Kritanta knew about Aris’ connection with Jadus and the impact Jadus had on her.

“Was...”--he took a sharp inhale, trying his best to hide the disgust--”Was Jadus the parent...?”

“She is.” Aris’ breath shuddered, her eyes watered on the verge of tears, “I was on birth control every time I consented to sleep with her. I did it to protect myself.”

He understood her complicated situation with Jadus--she did it out of her self-perservance. There was more to the relationship between them than they’re letting on. He couldn’t have imagined putting himself in her position.

“Does Jadus know?”

“No. I don’t think so. It wasn’t exactly planned.” Aris spoke quietly, feeling ashamed, “Shara Jenn was the only one who knows.”

Vowrawn made a relieved sigh--anything to protect and shield the child after birth. Though, he made a mental note to speak to Kritanta first once he returned home from a meeting.

“Are you disappointed in me?”

Vowrawn was taken aback, “What? No, my dear. Where did this come from?”

“I made a lot of mistakes that I regretted.. I know I’ve fucked up.” Aris admitted, she wasn’t only referring to Jadus courting her or the pregnancy for starters, “The Eradicators....”

The Eradicators had messed her up, he knew it still affected her.

“Let’s not think about that, my dear.” Vowrawn wanted to steer the topic away without upsetting or adding stress to Aris or her pregnancy, he reached out to cup her cheek, gently wiping the tear from her cheek with his thumb, “We have more important things to worry about.”

Aris made a short nod.

“Papa?”--her voice broke--”Can I have a hug?”

Vowrawn’s face softened.

“Of course.” Vowrawn moved closer and pulled his daughter into a longing familial hug she desperately craved for, hushing her sobs, “I’m here for you, my dear. We’ll figure this out one at a time.”

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taglist for interests: @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @darthvronton @sithy-tricks @lordviridis @gmkelz11 @naaklasolus

[snootysith]

Sometimes I think about commissioning portraits of Vowrawn's (close) family members to put into a family tree.

But unfortunately, I cursed the both of us by giving him too many family members.

[chibikyo]

!! Posting this for people who may want to read on AO3. My entries will likely be mortal kombat four most but i might sneak in another swtor or even diablo (vg series) since those are my big three fixations. If i can actually catch up tonight to day 5 i will update my AO3 entry with tentative plans!!

Hit me with a comment on AO3 or an ask if you have any characters you'd want to see and readers gender (I've never written for trans people just FYI. Nothing against it I'm just terrified I'll be accidentally offensive)

Update** Day 3 - Wall Sex (Goro x F!Reader)

Day 4 - Teratophilia (Syzoth x F!Reader)

Day 5 - Frottage (Rain x M!Reader)

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Mortal Kombat - All Media Types, Mortal Kombat (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Darth Vowrawn, Darth Vowrawn/Reader, Smoke (Mortal Kombat)/You Characters: Smoke (Mortal Kombat), Darth Vowrawn, Reader Additional Tags: Titfucking, Cock Warming, Public Sex, Voyeurism Summary:

Day 1 - titfucking (smoke x reader) Day 2 - cockwarming (darth vowrawn x reader)

Trying out kinktober this year. Will update tags and description as i go. Likely will not do every day, unless i think of something I want to write for the days I’ve planned to skip

*suggestions welcome, tho no promises, open to write for any gender and any mk character) **edit - I’ve thrown in a non-mortal kombat story but it will mostly be MK

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

Whumping the Wrath (aka titles are hard)

Bad AU continuation of this piece I wrote a while ago (though Nox is actually Occlus now that I have a canon Inquisitor)

All inspired by something @palepinkycat sent me that made me laugh with all sorts of “I’m going to hurt my OC” amusement 😂

Also no real editing done, we die like sith on korriban lol

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Darth Occlus leaned against her saber pike for a moment as she prepared herself for another long session. At another time she might have been impressed at the prisoner’s resilience and power but now all she felt was frustration at how long it was taking to break her and anger at how much it had cost to catch the prisoner.

A now familiar flare of pain in her back and leg fueled her simmering rage. The plan to capture and control the Wrath should have been a straight forward one. With the combined power of the Dark Council and the new Empress, they should have been able to easily emerge victorious. But they had miscalculated.

The Wrath was far more powerful than any of them had given her credit for. They had all assumed that her skills lay only in unexpected ambushes and lightsaber combat. But it seemed that she had hidden depths of force potential that none of them had known about until it was too late.

Xarion was dead, his body crushed into a twisted mass of blood and guts.

Malora had been fortunate to receive a swift end with her head being cleanly removed from her body.

Vowrawn lost both legs and now had a scar across his face from a slash that had removed one of his face tendrils.

Occlus herself now walked with a limp and had to have extensive cybernetics implanted along her spine to save her from total paralysis.

Even Acina had lost an arm, leg and eye to the Wrath.

Krovos had been the only one of them to remain unscathed and that had been because the honorable warrior refused to fight against the woman that had led them through Zakuul’s invasion.

Occlus scowled as her injuries throbbed painfully. She had respected the Wrath’s leadership during Zakuul’s conquest and had been impressed at her refusal to claim the mantel of Empress. A less experienced Sith would have leapt at the chance to gain such power but the Wrath was anything but inexperienced. Still, now that Zakuul ruled unopposed the Wrath had outlived her usefulness, at least in her current position.

Closing her eyes, Occlus focused on the task at hand. She knew that the Wrath was resilient but she could tell that her resolve was finally starting to waver.

A small smile spread across her face as she reached into her robes to the military ID tags within. Even if the Wrath did not break today, Occlus knew it was only a matter of time. And it would at least be entertaining to see the once powerful Wrath realize just how hopeless her situation was.

Opening her eyes once again, Occlus entered the cell, now looking forward to the day’s activities.

-

Amarra couldn’t bring herself to raise her head as the door to her cell opened. She had long ago stopped wasting energy on looking up at her visitors. The people that entered her cell only ever came to deliver more pain, so what was the point in looking up at them?

Besides, her visitors never failed to let her know who they were.

Her head jerked to the side as one of Darth Occlus’ metal gauntlets opened a new gash on her face.

She didn’t bother to hide to cry of pain that the blow caused. In the beginning, she had fought hard to keep from making any noise at all. It had been a pointless display of pride but she could not help it. The Dark Council did not deserve her respect or service let alone her screams.

But now?

Now she didn’t care.

As much as she hated to admit it, the endless torture and isolation had finally begun to ware her down. Her mental defenses, which had held strong for over a year of torture and abuse, were beginning to form hairline fractures.

Maybe she could have held out longer if she had been able to rest and recover even a small amount of strength. But the Dark Council had other plans.

For a political body that was perhaps most well known for its bickering and backstabbing power plays, they had apparently found common ground when it came to Amarra. After capturing the Wrath, the Council had begun to work on breaking her will in shifts. One Councilor would torture her in their own way before passing her off to the next Councilor. She never had a moment to rest, save the times she passed out from pain, and she could never anticipate what each new Councilor might do to her.

Vowrawn was quite fond of using both the Force to torture her but he also enjoyed taunting her with food and water that her body so desperately craved. He often set up elaborate meals with mouth watering aromas in her cell and commented on how delicious it all was as his attendants continued her tortures.

Still, she had been able to push through the pain in her aching belly because she knew the Dark Council would not let her starve to death. They wanted a puppet, a weapon. And a weapon was no good to them if it was dead.

Acina was different. The Empress would often use machines to inflict pain. Amarra recalled one particularly painful session when surgical droids had been brought in. They had cut into her flesh with the sole purpose of inflicting as much pain as possible and they had indeed caused her unbelievable levels of suffering. That had been one of the first times when her voice had given out from screaming.

Some small part of her brain that was still capable of rational thought was grateful that she had previously destroyed the Ravager and her sire’s Arcanum. She shuddered to think of the ancient torture devices that Acina might have had access to if she had not destroyed the station.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Occlus grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up.

A small whine slipped past Amarra’s lips as she was forced to stare into the rattataki’s eyes.

She was met with an all too familiar smile that sent a chill down her spine.

“How nice to see you again, Wrath,” Occlus spoke casually as if they were meeting over drinks.

Amarra didn’t bother trying to respond. Once, she might have spat in Occlus’ face but now she barely had the strength to keep her eyes open.

“Ah, I forgot,” Occlus chuckled. “You’re a woman of few words.” She then pulled a knife from her robes and plunged into into Amarra’s side, grinning at the writhing and cry of pain it caused.

Gasping, Amarra tried to focus on cataloging her new injury. The blade was still in her. Fortunately, it seemed to be short so the wound was relatively shallow. Good. She hated being left to slowly bleed out from deeper wounds.

“Now before we begin, I brought you a gift!” Occlus spoke in a cheerful tone as she reached into her robes for the Imperial ID tags.

Though she didn’t want to, Amarra raised her head. It was better than having Occlus grab her by the hair again.

But as soon as she saw the ID tags in Occlus’ hand, she wished she had just kept her head down.

Biava, Amélie

It was as if Occlus had just reached into her chest and ripped out Amarra’s heart.

No. No, no, no, NO!

She thrashed in her restraints and let out a broken scream of anguish and frustration.

It wasn’t possible! Amélie had fled! She had escaped with Vette, Jaesa and the rest of her allies before the Council’s trap sprang shut!

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to sob. She desperately wanted to reach out with the force, to try and touch Amélie’s mind. To see if she was safe. Or to confirm that she was...

But she couldn’t.

If she reached out then Occlus would take advantage of the opening and Amarra’s mind would no longer be her own.

A ragged sob did escape her this time.

There was nothing she could do.

Occlus had her trapped and she knew it.

The rattataki grinned impishly and pulled additional knives from her robes. “While you try to determine if I am lying or not, why don’t we see how many of these I can stick you with before you pass out?”

Amarra got to thirteen before her weakened and grieving body gave out for the first of many times that day.

[synoxshots]

Loose plot threads (as of 6.2)

Right, because I don’t know any better I’m trying to assemble a list of loose plot threads still hanging in swtor. Obviously there are spoilers for the latest update below. Please say in replies/reblogs if you think of any more as there are probably lots more (and there may be some really obvious things I’m overlooking), and I’ll be editing this post to keep track of them.

Darth Malgus is still alive, having rid himself of his failsafe, last seen heading to Dantooine.

Aryn Leneer, of the Deceived novel with Malgus, was on Dantooine and sensed Malgus coming. Now though she’s just popped up alongside Satele at the end of Echoes of Oblivion.

Mandalorian Civil War - ongoing

Task Force Nova to rebuild the Jedi Order - Daeruun, Gnost-Dural, presumably Tau and Arn as well. Also pops up in saboteur storyline impside with Jonas.

Saboteur business as well. How much longer will it last, what will the consequences be etc. 

Vaylin’s possible/probable return in the body of Syn (the cute ginger Jedi)

Darth Rivix - Acina/Vowrawn’s liason with the Alliance/Empire’s Hand. Speculation he might be a Zeltron given Vector comments on pheromones/his unnatural ability to charm others (I don’t know the specifics having not had an agent to this point). But not surprised if he’s spying.

not really a plot point but newer romances especially...more content for them?

Darth Jadus...will we ever see the Bad Dad again?

this is in the ‘never gonna happen’ territory but Mako’s companion storyline!

where tf is Zenith?? Was rumoured to come back in 6.2 but still no sign... UPDATE 6.2.1: Zenith is coming! Pubs/Imps fighting over turbolasers on Balmorra

will we ever hear about the Esh-Ka army again? (this is also in the Mako category)

further developments with the Onderonian royal family?? The king escaped at the end of the Republic storyline there

[lavampira]

for the fandom ask: swtor and to make things spicy, tcw?

oooh yes ty gigi 🤔

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SWTOR

the first character I first fell in love with: vette

the character I never expected to love as much as I do now: master orgus kinda caught me by surprise? everything in the jk story involving him has me feeling some emotions, especially during the jk quest on rishi.

the character everyone else loves that I don’t: lana, corso, doc, scourge, pierce, darth marr, darth vowrawn, arcann. and I’m also not necessarily a fan of quinn as a person even though I do find him interesting as a character and in a dynamic with my sw.

the character I love that everyone else hates: satele

the character I used to love but don’t any longer: lana 😬

the character I would totally smooch: kira and tau. jedi girlfriend goals.

the character I’d want to be like: T7

the character I’d slap: a lot of characters pierce. I’d probably shove most of the others through the airlock but his disrespect and misogyny aggravate tf out of me.

a pairing that I love: torian/bh, torian/mako (feels weird to say because torian and my bh is THE otp for me but they’re adorable too), hylo/bh, shae/bh, vette/jaesa, felix/consular, jk/theron, agent/theron

a pairing that I despise: satele/marr, vowrawn/marr, m!inquisitor/ashara, m!sw/jaesa, inquisitor!/lana (given her Slavery Is Okay Actually stance). and not a pairing as much as a situational thing but I hate that phenomena of sw/theron infidelity in a sw/quinn relationship as punishment for the betrayal.

TCW [SPICY EDITION]

the first character I first fell in love with: listen I was so here for ahsoka as a kid when tcw started airing

the character I never expected to love as much as I do now: maul

the character everyone else loves that I don’t: asajj ventress (not anyone I follow, I don’t think? but the fandom in general seems to like her for whatever reason)

the character I love that everyone else hates: ........I can’t think of anyone? aside from ahsoka, considering the backlash against her introduction Way Back When.

the character I used to love but don’t any longer: anakin

the character I would totally smooch: luminara unduli

the character I’d want to be like: hondo. I said what I said.

the character I’d slap: satine and bo-katan

a pairing that I love: suu/cut lawquane

a pairing that I despise: obi-wan/satine, anakin/padme (even more so during tcw than the films), ahsoka/rex, ahsoka/barriss, obi-wan/anakin, obi-wan/cody, any of the jedi with the clones under their command, any of the clones with each other... I could really keep going.

[serenofroses]

just some edits of my ocs and their minor updates.

Kritanta, Jazmyn, Ania.

Elysia, Nico, Tau.

Marr, Vowrawn, Jadis.

[angstmongertina]

The Betting Pool (Pt. 1?)

Did I write this fluff out of spite after reading about the amount of negativity apparently going on in the Quinn side of the SWTOR fandom? Mayyyyybe.

It feels like it’s been approximately 9290439607207 years since I’ve written something for this ship/fandom so I was screaming internally the whole time I wrote this. Also posting without editing because it’s past 1 am and I should have gone to bed like half an hour ago. :P

Enjoy?

“Congratulations, again, Moff Ovech.”

“Of course. Thank you, my lord.”

As Darth Marr nodded and made his solemn exit, Ovech released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. The man had been nothing but polite, but that did nothing to calm his nerves from being face-to-face with one of the most powerful members of the Dark Council. Or maybe it was just dealing the Sith in general…

Shaking his head, he wove his way through the crowd. Following the ceremony, much of the formality had dispersed, leaving the attendees to sort themselves by status. The Sith elite, many of whom he had never had the privilege of meeting, stood in small clusters, conversing or otherwise watching the crowd. One, a tall, elegant woman with long chestnut hair pulled into an elaborate updo, raised a brow as she caught his wandering gaze, and he hurriedly looked away, resisting the urge to tug at his collar.

No, he would never be used to such unnecessary celebrations, particularly not with the pomp that fairly exuded from the old families.

Making his way to the refreshments table, he grabbed the nearest flute of champagne and took a sip, willing his face into stillness at the light, bubbly liquid, as clear and refined and, no doubt, expensive, as the partygoers around him. It baffled him, how much they apparently enjoyed the ostentation that was slowly setting his teeth on edge.

Silently mourning the lack of a proper whiskey, he cast his eyes over the crowd before finally spotting the table around which his men had chosen to gather, grinning and gossiping as they took turns glancing towards the crowd with all the subtlety of a rampaging nexu. He made a beeline towards them, rolling his eyes as half of them jumped to attention with exaggerated care and the other half pointedly ignored it all in favor of nudging each other as they continued to stare.

That was more like it.

“So what’s got your attention?”

On his right, Major Ilana Tarbur grinned, the expression made sharper by the scar cutting across her right cheek, and nodded towards the nearest cluster of guests. “See for yourself, Moff.” She chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back in her seat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the captain so smitten.”

Narrowing his eyes at her use of his title, he obliged, feeling his own lips pull into a smirk when he recognized Captain Quinn, head tilted down as he said something to the diminutive woman beside him. She laughed, her entire face lighting up, and someone beside him whistled lowly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look at him like that either. Who is she?”

“Darth Recensere,” he said without thinking. Only after a moment of silence did he realize that the entire table was staring at him.

“Wait, isn’t that the new Emperor’s Wrath?”

“As of a few months ago, yes. He’s been serving with her for the past few years.” When the incredulous looks only intensified, he shrugged. “He was with her when he dealt with the Broysc incident a few years back.”

“Hang on.” Captain Meryn Neshai sat forward, a glint in their eyes. “With her or with her?”

Stars, of course they would. “They’re not married, if that’s what you’re asking. And if it’s not, what they do in their free time is none of our business.” He paused, raising a finger. “Though, I will say that they seemed quite… close.”

Tarbur snorted. “And I’m sure that’s as much as they’ve gotten. The captain’s a good sort but I doubt he’d dare propose to a Sith any time soon.”

Frowning, he shook his head slowly. “I don’t know… He seemed… quite different from the man he was before he was exiled on Balmorra. I’d give it maybe another six months.”

“I think you’ll find, Moff Ovech, that six months may still be a bit too generous to the captain. Perhaps after another year or two.”

At the unfamiliar, though jovial voice, he turned, only to leap to his feet as he took in the red-skinned Sith pureblood before him. “My apologies, my lord.”

“Not a worry, my dear Moff. I was simply hoping to offer you my congratulations when I overheard you talking about our lovely Wrath and her dashing young captain.” Darth Vowrawn’s tendrils twitched with what he could only assume was amusement. “Much to my disappointment, I find I must disagree with your assessment.”

Before he could think, he raised an eyebrow. “Would you care to put a number to that, my lord?”

“Oho! A friendly wager? Very well, I accept. Let us say… 50 credits that he makes an offer in the next year and a half?” Amber eyes swept over the rest of the table. “Any other offers?”

Neshai grinned, sitting forward. “Why not? Another 50 that it won’t be for another five years at least, if ever.”

The Sith’s smile widened. “Certainly. Anybody else?”

At the sudden clamoring of voices throwing out more times, Ovech turned back to the couple in question, now spinning together on the newly cleared dance floor. Whatever the result was, he could only hope that it would prove to be good for his friend.

After all of the turmoil, he certainly deserved it.

[serenofroses]

you should smile more often. ~ Kavi to Sevket.

Kritanta x Darth Vowrawn: [13/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy. old ancient t4t bi couple in love.

[serenofroses]

Darth Vowrawn: [15/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy.

[serenofroses]

Kritanta x Darth Vowrawn: [14/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy.