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heart-defendor · 1 year

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City of Nightmares Pt. 3

Part 2 Part 4

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Warnings: some violence, and sex refs. Minors DNI

Azriel knelt on one of few roofs available of Hewn City's entertainment district. Hewn was filled with bridges, and stairs, the buildings all built on top of each other like different levels. The entertainment district was deep in the mountain, down here he found there weren't that many rooftops available, normally he found himself on a bridge or alleyway, he was lucky to find a roof the club he was watching. The fae below were participating in all kinds of revelry, drinking, dancing and flirting the occasional fight breaking out as well. An alley way wouldn't have been a good choice at this time of night anyway too many couples hiding away, he could smell their arousal from up here.

The first few days after discovering the mating bond he had spent in the mountains with Cass and Ryhs taking turns fighting them until he could no longer. Trying to take his mind of his male instincts that drove him back to Y/n. After returning to Velaris it became harder to avoid seeking her out. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him his curiosity got the better of him.

It was almost too easy to spy on the ongoings of Hewn City, since the entire place was built under a mountain, all the light came from glowing windows or lanterns that littered the street, the city no matter the time of day was never truly bright, living in eternal night. For his purposes it made it incredibly easy for both him and his shadows to blend seamlessly into the many dark pockets the city provided. Over the past couple of weeks he had occasionally come down to watch his mate, he felt silly after their first and only encounter, he couldn’t draw himself away. They were barely above strangers now his need to protect her to know her was profound.

While he wasn’t watching her his shadows had taken up the job, they would always come back telling him of little pieces of trivia they’d discovered or just singing her praises. Azreil wanted to find them annoying but every time a shadow appeared, his heart raced hoping for news about her. So far he learned that she was not a morning person only leaving her room early if forced, loved sugar treats, read the same horrible romances as Nesta and was close with many members of her family. Azreil didn't quite believe it, until he had seen for himself that love and loyalty existed under this mountain. Yet he had seen it,his mate smiling and giggling with her younger brother as they played with little female cousins, treating them with gentleness he didn't think they’d possess. Conversing with her father about the history of the Summer Court.

Then the other day he watched as Y/n angry grew a vendor selling high quality garments, with a wave of star kissed mist to rip the garments to shreds. Azreil hadn't been able to hear the cause of the conflict.

Then there was her cousin Cole, a Darkbringer, who by now Azreil had seen get into multiple fights, the male was vicious, not hesitating to rip into his opponents. Yet Y/n was protective over him, once his shadows had informed him Cole got in trouble for sleeping with a married female, that Cole was out numbered four to one, his mate had stood in front of Cole exuding arrogance and threatened them with black mail involving feabane. Cole in return seemed just as protective over members of the Umbra family, his father on the other hand was a different sort. Cole's father, Azrel was already quite familiar with as he was on a Darkbringer General. Cyrus Umbra was a nasty male, Azreil had watched him climb the ranks happy to step on anyone to bolster his own power.

Currently as he sat on the rooftop he spied the back of her head as she waved goodbye to her two friends after a night of drinking and dancing and began walking alone towards her family's estate. The last two hours had been spent watching her dance to the music, her lithe body twirling to the music. Azriel loved to see the spark in her purple eyes as they shone with mirth, her smile was contagious and even if he wasn't ever going to be the caus, he wouldn’t give up the opportunity to see it.

Azriel's wings flapped as he followed her, using them to give him the boost he needed to jump between walkways and ledges. She had just gone up a small stairway, taking her time as she stumbled, still slightly drunk and was now walking along a bridge watching the ongoings below her. There were few fea around her now but there were two that caught Azriel's eye, he recognized them earlier Y/n had gotten into a brief argument with them before entering the club earlier that evening. He watched as they slowly drew closer to his mate.

Azriel wished she’d take notice and choose a safer root home, avoiding the darkness of the back streets for main paths still filled with other fea. Instead she had wandered almost lazily into a small alleyway on the other side of the bridge. Finally after another five minutes, that to Azreil felt like a lifetime, she finally turned around, as if just noticing them. And instead of acting scared or moving into a fighting position she looked mildly put out.

Y/n crossed her arms and gave them a haughty look, “Try and get your revenge if you’d like but I promise you will regret it.”

“The Umbras do not scare us”

“They should,” she replied.

They didn't bother with an answer, the closer one lunged for her. She shrieked and jumped backwards out of his grasp.

Azriel saw red, his need to protect Y/n becoming his only thought, he dropped down and ripped the male by the collar way from his mate, throwing him to the ground and hitting him in the face. The other male took the opportunity to try and kick Azriel in the ribs but Azriel moved too quickly and subdued the second male as well with a well aimed punch to the gut.

Y/n was cheering him on and clapping, enjoying the show in her half drunk state. Totally unconcerned about her fate had Azreil not been there.

He whirled around to face her, “Cauldron, are you out of your mind?!?’ he barely held back a growl, "You can't go around provoking males then wandering alone drunk.”

She looked up at him and smiled conspiratorially, while tucking her hair behind one pointed ear. “Thank you little bat, I was so scared.”

This time he actually did growl, “how are you so cavalier about this, they wanted to hurt you Y/n and you actually look like you are enjoying yourself.”

Y/n for her part, had to admit that she in fact was enjoying herself. Watching her massive hunk of a mate drop from above and effortlessly take on two high fea, in her honor, had been great fun. And if she was being truly honest, incredibly arousing (she was thankful that in his anger Azriel had not seemed to notice), the best part was he hadn't even bothered with his shadows, using his raw strength and skill to beat them into the ground. Y/n had never been in any danger, not really, so she decided to tell him as much.

Y/n shrugged “It's because I knew I was safe, you or at least your shadows have been around me for days, and I knew neither would let harm come to me.”

“You knew” Azriel's amber eyes widened ever so slightly.

More humor bubbled to the surface, she tried to hold it in, Y/n was pretty sure she was failing.

“Well I was never certain if you were around, but your shadows just love attention. They have become great company”, Y/n smirked, “they are kinda cute even if their master is annoying.”

Azriel had a look of utter betrayal. Cleary the shadows had left that part out when they reported back to him. Y/n was however telling the truth. The shadows had never tried to hide from her and she had grown used to the way they moved around her, she liked their cool touch.

At night two would settle around her, Y/n whispering to them as she lay in her bed. As she fell asleep she remembered thinking that seeing their master again wouldn't be so bad.

“What if you were wrong, what if I wasn't close by.”

Y/n chose to shrug again, “then they would have been stupid for hurting me, my family would have retaliated. Woulda gone after their stupid boss too. Thats who sent them you know, I wrecked all their pretty clothing to warn them against trying to pull my cousin into their shitty escort business. They are lucky it was you, my father would have had them killed for touching me.”

Azriel growled again, making it clear he wanted them dead himself. And maybe it was the alcohol, the rush from his protectiveness, or the mating bond that pulled her towards him, probably some mix but all three, she found herself asking, “Want to walk me home, there's no one around here to see us, and I have a good view of the city.”

Azriel stared at her for a beat then nodded, and before she knew it they were walking side by side, Azriels wings tucked in tight and shroud in shadows to keep them hidden despite them coming across no one else. The Illyiran hadn't acted exactly as she expected him to, she figured he’d be back, if his shadows were any indication, but thought it would go differently. At the first opportunity to get her alone, he’d take right there against a wall, strong arms holding her up the her thighs as he brutally filled her. So far he had acted like a gentleman, acted almost timid, hiding until he felt forced to act. Y/n thought there would be more snarling and growling, he hadn’t even tried to rip apart the men who had tried to touch her. Though he obviously wanted to, she hadn't known Illyrians to have such self control.

“You know, you and the General are the only full Illyrians I've ever met, actually i think you’re one of the only lesser fea I’ve actually talked to,’ she said softly though Azriel had obviously heard her, looked down prompting her to continue.

“You were not nearly as violent as I thought you would be, with those males I mean. I thought there would be more blood, you also haven’t tried to fuck me.” Azriel coughed, wings rustling restlessly before settling again. “I was told all Illying are blood thirsty and driven by their primal needs. They only know how to fly and fuck.”

“I told you, I am nothing like the other Illyrians.”

“I suppose, but it’s hard to get past your reputation.” She smiled up at him. “We tell children scary stories about you, how if you don't behave the Shadowsinger will steal you away in the night.”

Azriel chucked, a rich timber that made her stomach flip. This was the first time she’d heard him laugh,she liked the sound, liked even more that she was the one that caused it. “I'm surprised Y/n Umbra wouldn't be attracted to a violent male, seems to be a favored pastime of everyone down here.”

Y/n thought about it for a moment before replying, he wasn't entirely wrong, “It would look like that wouldn't it, but we do what we must to survive. Keir and the other council members make the rules and the rest of us must play by them.”

Azreil brows were knitted together, he fiddled with the dagger at his side contemplating her words. Finally he said, “Hewn City surprises me, you surprise me.”

The two spent the rest of the walk to her family’s home Y/n and Az enjoying eachothers company. Y/n felt the mating bond hum in ribs happy by the development. They reached her home and she pointed out her balcony. Her room wasn’t particularly high up from where they had stood but there was a large chasm that looked down onto the lower city levels.

“You can just fly over right? There's wards against winnowing, I'll just take the front- '' Y/n was cut off with a shriek as Azriel had scooped her up into his arms and with a beat of his wings shot up into the air. Her arms instinctively clutching around his neck but slowly she moved her head away from his chest to look down. She loved the view from her balcony, and had seen it many times. All the lights lit up the city’s architecture, the world below filled with life. Yet this was different; she had never felt so immersed in it before and could take her eyes away from the sight.

The flight was short and soon she was being set down on her feet. Y/n looked up as Azriel with wide eyes. He rubbed his neck and gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry seemed like the fastest way.”

She could only nod, then watch as he turned toward the railing.

He peered down at the buildings bellow “You’re right it is a good view”

That broke the spell and she quickly joined him. They spent the next hour there, her happily pointing out her all favorite places to go and people to spy on. Telling him of some of the more juicy gossip she had picked up.

“Lady Noir is sleeping with all her son's friends and Lord Lochland seems to have a major foot fetish, you should see all the fea he brings around just to touch their feet!”

Azriel actually laughed, “Maybe we are better matched then we thought, you are quite the little spy.” .

Y/n felt her cheeks begin to heat, “Well it's important to know everything you can, secrets are a currency”. It was the first time that night one of them had acknowledged the bond. And perhaps it was silly but the small compliment coming from her mate made her feel warm inside, she wanted to impress him more.

“I think you are just nosey”

“Maybe” she laughed, he wasn’t wrong. Blackmail was useful tool but she enjoyed spying on her neighbors regardless.

Azriel wasn’t so bad, even if he was a member of the inner circle, getting to know him might prove useful she thought. He seemed open to the idea that there was more to Hewn than he knew. As for her part, she was willing to admit she had been too harsh on the Illyrian, after all, everything she knew about him originally came from the council she hated.

Azriel was looking down on her amused by her reaction, “I have to go now, but I come again."

Y/n’s cheeks were still red and her knees grew weak at the thought of seeing him again, but she pulled herself up tall, she wouldn't turn to mush in front of him. “If you came again, to visit me, it wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she said, trying to sound indifferent while training her gaze on the city. Azriel smiled at her, he’d seen right through her act.

“Then I will come again, little spy” Azriel tugged on her hair than took off into the air quickly leaving the wards and disparaging into his shadows.

Y/n entered her bedroom, spying one or two of his shadows that lingered. She didn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. “I can’t wait little bat.”

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vibratingskull · 5 months

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Love match

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

Tags : brawl, much needed discussion

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You made up your mind and decided to talk one last time to Thrawn. But what if he decided otherwise?

You yawn.

You slept like a rock, without any dream. You stretch deliciously under this heavy cover and on this soft mattress. Maker, you could stay here forever. You open your eyes slowly, looking at the ceiling.

Today is the day.

You’ll come to Thrawn and get things straight. Then you could go and happily marry Arzel.

This is the good thing to do.

You sigh before rising in a seated position. You look up your comlink. No call from Konstantine, nor any notifications urging you to come back on the Relentless. You're officially still on vacation. You scroll through your contacts and select Vez.

“It’s been a while. Let’s catch up with a drink. It’s on me!”

You get out of bed with regrets and pass a fuzzy dressing gown over your babydoll. You walk to the dressed table on the patio yawning and shuffling your feet. You need caff. When you arrive you find nobody.

Odd.

You search the house, calling for Thrawn and Arzel, worries starting to rise. When you get closer to the gym you hear groans and muffled sounds like hits were exchanged. You pass your head through the door and discover them right in the middle of a boxing match. Surely the rematch from that time at the bathhouse.

You come closer with crossed arms, observing them in effort, their flexed muscles and powerful blows. Azrel is a real battery of energy, jumping from one foot to the other, taunting Thrawn with feints, and delivering quick hits. Thrawn is more on his guard, keeping his energy with more grounded supports and powerful punches.

They stop as you approach the ring.

“Hello, my pearl!” exclaims Arzel

“Good day, Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n)” a more reserved greeting from Thrawn.

You sadly smile at this greeting, but you're not especially surprised. You didn’t go see him last night to check on him, instead you took an icy cold bath in the lake. You look at them exchanging some punches, Thrawn broadly has the upper hand but Arzel puts up a good fight, he even manages to slide behind Thrawn and sink his elbow in the right trapezius of Thraw, earning a painful groan. Thrawn loses his balance for a second but manages to spin and throw a punch in the ribs of Arzel.

You wince at every hit, this fight is nasty. But Azrel seems in surprisingly good spirits, speaking to you at the same time.

“By the way, my pearl. I have found the perfect day!”

“The perfect day for what?” You ask yawning.

“For the wedding!”

At that second, Thrawn freezes imperceptibly and throws a devastating punch in the jaw of Azrel that flies into the cords. You scream of surprise and horror.

“Arzel! Arzel!” You scream.

Blood starts flooding off his mouth. He’s unresponsive. You start shaking him in a panic. Thrawn remains behind, panting.

Azrel’s suddenly shaken by jolts, and jump like a devil out of his box. You hold him back, preventing him from moving too much. He coughs and spits blood.

“Ow… I thought it was a friendly match?” He ask with a painful chuckle

“And I thought you would evade.” Thrawn placidly says.

You look at them both, worried. How could this get out of control like that. You help Arzel rise up with difficulty, his hand covers his mouth that pours blood, the ring is soiled. Thrawn held the cords open for you both to pass and follow out of the ring in a heavy silence. A droid alerted by the noise comes to see his master. You go to follow them at the infirmary, but Azrel holds you back.

“No, it’s okay, my pearl. I can go with my droids.”

“But…” He shushes you with a finger on your mouth

“Rules of politeness demand we don’t let a guest alone. I will be alright, tend to our guest.” He leaves, a bit trembling.

You spin towards Thrawn, shaking with anger. He looks at you a bit contrite, trying to massage his painful shoulder.

“I am sorry.” He finally says.

“Are you?” You ask.

He remains silent, sitting down to get back his breath. You sigh and place yourself behind him.

“Let me do it.”

He takes off his black tank shirt and indicates to you where it hurts. You start massaging him, applying pressure on certain points of his shoulder, trying to ease the pain. He let out a sigh of relief, you can actually feel a knot in his muscle.

You realize this is probably a good moment to talk.

“Thrawn… About what happened…”

He takes and holds your hand over his shoulder.

“I know. I shocked you.” No need to precise what you're talking about, you both know really well. “And I am sorry. I should have been more tactful in my proposition.”

You can’t help but laugh, embarrassed

“Oh, well, you know, I rarely get offered one night stand with such decorum, so all in all it was a good try.”

“A one night stand?” something in his tone makes you stop your movements.

He slowly rises and turns toward you. His gaze is incredulous and hard. What did you say? He approaches, you step back.

“(Y/n), do not tell me you thought I proposed for just one night?”

“Yes? I think?” You feel your cheeks burning.

He towers you with all his height, looming over you with his eyes burning with the backlight. He takes another step and you find yourself against the wall. What’s happening? He stares at you with an indecipherable expression.

“You…” He starts.

His eyes widen like he has a sudden realization. He holds the bridge of his nose and sighs, leaning against the wall with one arm.

“Maker, how could I let this derail this much?” He mutters to himself.

He looks at you straight in the eyes.

“(Y/n), I was not proposing only a passionate night.”

“What?” Your voice is a bit strangled.

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“(Y/n), I was declaring you my love.”

Your mouth opens agape. You have no words. Is he…

He takes your hand to his cheek and brushes it with a pleased sigh.

“(Y/n), was it not obvious?”

“But… No!” You explode “Nothing about you is obvious! You talk about love but are you really sure of that?! You can’t just pop back into my life and deliver such a bomb, like that! You…” You have so much emotions bubbling up that you lose your word and just push him back and evade. “I’m engaged for maker’s sake!”

He doesn’t budge.

He presses his second arm on the wall brutally, trapping you between his hands.

“Then permit me to be brutally honest.”

He leans forward a bit to be at eye level with you.

“I can not let you say I do not know what I am talking about while this sentiment is eating me alive, making me make the most unreasonable decisions of my entire life.” He detaches the last words.

You squirm under his gaze but you don’t lower yours. You close your hands in fists.

“This is my fault. I thought I was obvious with you. You seemed receptive to my intentions so I thought my sentiments were shared.”

Of course you noticed his intention and you indulged in it! But you thought it was human behavior rubbing off on him and your friendship becoming more relaxed, you indulged in it with delusions imagining it was love in your fantasies, not thinking for a second he was serious.

“I love you, (Y/n).” He says without batting an eye.

Your heart flutters, your cheeks are setting ablaze

“I can’t, I’m engaged…” You try again, trying to get out of this mess.

"Then tell me" He answers softly "In the eyes, tell me that I do not have a single chance and I will let you be. You will never hear about me again, but you must tell me, (y/n)"

You're at loss of word

"I…"

He brings your hand to his chest and holds it.

"This heart beats for you, and I can not believe yours does not"

You feel your legs go weak, and your hands trembling. How can he say things like that? He slowly unknot your dressing gown, leaving you time to stop him. But you're too lost in your confusion to do anything. He sighs with pleasure at the sight of your babydoll, and holds your waist, caressing your flank with his thumb. Your skin is set ablaze where he touches you.

"You're too late…" You finally articulate. "Arzel already proposed to me."

"But did you agree?" He demands, inquisitive.

You remain silent.

"Did you agree?" He insists, hissing.

"I asked for time…" You concede in a breath.

"I see." He smiles, "So I still have time to tilt the scale."

Your mind is racing. This is not how it was supposed to end. You were supposed to ask about that night, getting confirmation it was just a one night thing without tomorrow, having a good laugh about it and going back into Arzel's arms without regrets.

But now…

Now you're effectively crossed between two fires.

He gently presses himself against you, smelling your hair with a satisfied sigh, his hand snake into your back, pulling you into his embrace. You try pushing back, but you have no conviction in your arms. You’re being squeezed into his arm, his musk filling your nose.

“Let me convince you.” His hand brushes your thigh, delicately grazing its way up to the hem of your babydoll..

You gasp.

He tenderly kisses your temple, the tip of his fingers following your jaw line to tilt your chin. He parts your lips with his thumb, you feel his breath on them.

“The ring, you kept it?” he strokes your lip.

“Yes…” You admit, gulping.

“I knew it.” He grins.

He slowly lean towards you

“Let me help you make a choice.” he murmurs.

Your lips are millimeters away. Your stomach is in knots. You’re panting…

“No!”

You push him back with both hands. He looks at you surprised and mute.

“No… If you want to convince me… “ You’re out of breath. “I don’t want to betray Arzel…”

You look at him.

And open your eyes wide.

He is smiling.

He looks at you like he already won.

“Is it a challenge?” He grins. “Because I feel especially in a competitive mood.”

“It's…” You feel like you wake up something dangerous.

“So be it.” He decides. “I will not force you to betray your fiance, I will make you choose me. You will put an end to this relationship yourself.” His hands brush your neck and come hold your cheek. He pulls you closer forcing you on your toes and looks you in the eyes. “Mark my words. Our friendship ends today. Whatever happens next, it will never define what is between us.”

“Then… What is it?” You ask a bit scared.

“This…” He kisses your forehead. “This depends on you.”

“You’re a cruel man...” you murmur.

“I know.” He chuckles.

And he releases you.

He left you panting, leaning against the wall for support. Your trembling legs can’t support you anymore and you have to sit down. You close back your dressing gown, feeling nude and exposed. You hold your head, a hand on your palpitating heart.

What now?

All your plans are on shambles.

You gulp, taking back your breath. You rise on your two feet, as good as one can and walk, shaky, to the dressed table. Thrawn is already seated, drinking a cup of caff, like nothing happened. Thank for your sanity he put back his shirt.

You put your weight on the chairs back to get to your seat, shaking.

“What might happened to you, for you to behave like this?” He asks with delectation in his voice.

He’s proud of himself, the son of a Bantha!

You remain in a dignified silence and serve yourself breakfast with trembling hands. He’s drinking his cup innocently, scrolling through his datapad, like he didn’t set fire to your soul. You eat little bite by little bite but serve yourself a large glass of juice. You’re so thirsty and still panting.

As you munch on your bread, your gaze keeps getting back at his stern and haughty expression. It’s not fair that he gets to break you like that. Do you have a way to even the plain field ? A malign thought makes his way to your head.

You sigh deeply, in an intended titillating way and open back your dressing gown, displaying your babydoll to his eyes. That sure catches his attention. He looks you up and down like he’s wondering what you’re on about.

“It’s so hot today…”

You fan yourself with one hand and play with the braces of your undergarment, letting them slide along your shoulder.

He stopped drinking mid-movement, clearly entranced. You see his chest rising as he deeply breathes, eyes glued to your sliding braces. His fingers fiddle with the handle of his cup, it’s the only sign of an internal turmoil, his face as unbothered as ever, if only for his rising eyebrow.

Arzel arrives with an ice pack pressed on his jaw, and a grumpy look. You immediately rise to see how he is, simpering with puppy eyes, you delicately hold his jaw and pepper kisses on it.

“Oh no, are you alright?”

Thrawn glances at you both, imprisoned in his mutism.

“I’ve been better…” He maugreates

“I’m so sorry…” You kiss him on the lips “...My love.”

A clanc resonates in the air. Thrawn put down his cup too hard. You both turn towards him, wondering what is up about him, even if you don’t have to wonder. Despite that if he’s frustrated or angry he hides it perfectly. His eyes are back on his datapad, he appears stiffer than usual, but you can’t say for sure.

“Not only that, I got an impromptu meeting that just added itself to my agenda.” Arzel sighs. “Looks like it’s me who will be forced to shorten my vacation.”

You look at him perplexed, a bit disappointed and a bit relieved.

"So it is the end?"

"It makes me feel bad, it's me who proposed those vacations. I can't throw you out like that." He passes his hand in his hair. "Does it bother you to stay alone together for some time ?"

You go for saying something but Thrawn is quicker.

"Absolutely not, Governor Satlov.” He rises from his seat. “It came to our attention that we had a lot of things to talk about.” He places himself next to you and wraps his arm around your exposed shoulders. “Go with an appeased mind, I will take great care of your fiance.” He says with a polite smile but the tip of his fingers caress your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You feel goosebumps on your skin, and your breath gets shaky. Arzel looks at both of you.

“Well…It’s not like I have any choices anyway. I will entrust you with the mansion. I hope you won’t get too bored in my absence…” He explains with a sorry face.

“I had some physical exercises in mind, but (y/n) strictly forbid them.” Thrawn throws without missing a bit.

You tense up at the innuendo, what got to him to say things like that?

“If you intended to punch her like you did with me, I get why.” Azrel grimaces, massaging his painful jaw with the ice pack.

“Oh, I am not worried. I am sure (y/n) would make for a… competent and hardy adversary.”

ENOUGH, you’re gonna die of embarrassment and raw lust if this conversation continues. Quick, a diversion.

“What just came up?” You ask with a smile you hope is agreeable and not tense.

Arzel sighs again.

“It is about the feast. The organization is proceeding as planned but there are some inconveniences that slow down the all process. We have an agitator and we need to take care of it too.” He pouts. “I am truly sorry to abandon you like that…”

Thrawn presses you against him more.

“I am sure we will find plenty of ways of… amusing ourselves.”

You glance at him. Look at this smug bastard, with his satisfied grin plastered on his face…

Arzel shrugs and looks you up and down, frowning. He jumps on you and closes back your dressing gown.

“Roween, what indecence! The Grand Admiral surely doesn’t want to see that!”

I’m sure he does, you think but don’t say anything. Thrawn releases you and moves away, letting you some space with your fiance. You feel your stomach tied in knots, and the needle of culpability pierce through you. Arzel finishes arranging your gown, caressing your arms.

“I’m sorry.” he repeats.

“It’s okay.” You gently smile. “You’ll come back soon?”

“As soon as I can.”

He hugs you tightly, and as you give him back his embrace you feel the burn of a gaze on you. Under the arches, heading towards the interior ot the mansion, Thrawn is devouring you with his eyes with an indecipherable expression.

Your eyes meets.

You think you see hunger and something else.

Something…

… visceral

But above else you see loneliness and longing.

He disappears behind the wall, without uttering a word.

You gulp.

In what mess did you entangle yourself into?

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