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From Brute to Silly: the Life of Ald

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From Brute to Silly: the Life of Ald

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ddarkangel
04.19.2013 , 09:27 PM | #191
Quote: Originally Posted by irishfino View Post
Oh, they've been on Makeb. I have some neat shots of an error where Quinn did not run when Ald got too close. They are, in effect, hugging and very nearly kissing. I have them posted and I can message you a link if you'd like. I will say that the site is notorious for tumbling things and Aldrdinar is very silly and Quinn is very stiff. And it's about Ald's life.

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Your Quinn can be jealous with Ald Flirts with Lord Cytharat?

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Damask_Rose
04.19.2013 , 10:34 PM | #192
Quote: Originally Posted by irishfino View Post
Oh, they've been on Makeb. I have some neat shots of an error where Quinn did not run when Ald got too close. They are, in effect, hugging and very nearly kissing. I have them posted and I can message you a link if you'd like. I will say that the site is notorious for tumbling things and Aldrdinar is very silly and Quinn is very stiff. And it's about Ald's life.

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That would be fun! I"m enjoying your Talos stories as well, so if any other of Ald's relatives want to fall in love with companions I like, I won't complain


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irishfino
05.05.2013 , 04:30 PM | #193
Quote: Originally Posted by ddarkangel View Post
Your Quinn can be jealous with Ald Flirts with Lord Cytharat?
He is so very jealous. He, of course, uses his best blank face, but I know. I know.

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That would be fun! I"m enjoying your Talos stories as well, so if any other of Ald's relatives want to fall in love with companions I like, I won't complain
I looooove Talos. I'm tempted to spin those two into their own thread, but I have so many stories going at the same time... I'd be crazy to start up another, lol.


Thanks for reading everyone!!
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irishfino
05.05.2013 , 04:32 PM | #194
A Gift of Silk and Oddity


Malavai wasn’t happy. They were back at the little tea place and Ald was listening to the woman quite intently. She was nervous, as she should be, but still breathing, as she shouldn’t be. At least in his humble opinion.

He stood behind Ald in his usual parade rest stance and watched the woman with his best neutral face. She shied away from his look and he could only hope that it was the look in his eyes that turned her gaze elsewhere. He did often practice the blazing eyed neutral face. He would never admit that openly, of course, but he did.

When the woman started in on Ald’s father, Ald dismissed him. Yes, Ald was Sith, and, yes, he was powerful, but this woman had the power to tear him down and rip out his very foundation for being and not even realize it. He didn’t want to leave Ald alone with her, not for one damned moment, but he was dismissed. He left, as was his duty as an officer, but he hated it, as was his role as Ald’s partner. It was an interesting balance between the two. So interesting and engrossing it was nerve-racking and draining. It was fulfilling, of course, that couldn’t be denied.

He decided to wander the shops in the market. Such frivolity wasn’t normally in his nature, but being dismissed, wishing to remain close, and feeling oddly frisky had him walking and looking, looking and walking. He happened upon a small shop that specialized in Killik wares and stepped inside. The woman behind the counter shot up as soon as the bell near the door dinged and ran over to him.

“Yes, yes, hello!” she said excitedly, wringing her hands in front of her and grinning. “Welcome, welcome to my shop. I have many Killik things. Items. Membrosia, silk, carapaces if it pleases. Many things!”

Malavai smiled at her and he swore she swooned. She was a bit fidgety, small, and pale, but she seemed reliable if not a little off-kilter. Whatever she had done to acquire such a variety of goods must have had an effect on her mind. Partial exposure to Killik pheromones perhaps.

“You mentioned silk,” he said, eyeing the store and its goods. Killik weapons of various size and shape, carapaces from the very small, which were housed in cases, to the very large, which were eerie to stare at for too long. Small pods of various size lined one shelf labeled “Membrosia” while another shelf housed a variety of silks.

“Only the finest here!” she said exuberantly. “Hand woven shirts for the most fancy of parties, night clothes for men and women, a few delightful piece of undergarment for more intimate affairs, sheets, pillow cases, wonderful little eye covers for sleeping in the dark. Everything, everything to be made by hand and of silk I have, yes.”

“What would you recommend for a Sith Lord who isn’t very fashion conscious, but enjoys the coolness silk can offer?”

“Male or female?”

“Male.”

She grinned from ear to ear, turned, and signaled for him to follow. He was very careful not to bump any racks or any frightfully tall and creepy carapaces as he followed her through the cramped shop. She did seem to have a bit of everything, everywhere. The woman knew her shop and her customers well. She lead him right to a table stacked with silks and, rather than let him pick a set for himself, she picked one for him. It was neatly folded and a deep Merlot in color. He was surprised and even more so surprised when she giggled.

“You like it, yes?” she asked, still grinning that grin of hers.

“It’s quite nice,” he replied.

“Take them,” she said, thrusting the silk into his chest.

He grabbed it quickly and nodded. “How much?”

“Take, take,” she insisted. “I know when I have a customer for life.”

He arched a brow. “Do you do this for all of your customers?”

“Only the special ones. Now, go. You partner will enjoy the sheets.” She paused and grinned impossibly wider at his curious expression. “No one buys sheets for a Sith unless they share a bed.”

He nearly turned as red as the sheets he clutched against his chest. The shopkeeper only giggled and waved him toward the door.

“Come back and tell Glinda how they worked, yes?”

“I – of course.”

She continued grinning at him until he turned around and, even then, he was sure she was still grinning that strange grin of hers. When he was outside the door she stopped him, thrust a bag in his face, then disappeared back behind her counter to wait for the next customer or for his return, whichever came first. He was grateful for the bag as it would have looked mighty strange to walk around with a set of silk linens. He made his way back to the table he had left Ald and found him alone and staring into nothing.

He carefully approached the table. “My Lord?”

Ald gave a start and blinked rapidly a few times. Malavai sat down in the chair next to Ald, carefully avoiding the chair the woman had previously occupied. He set his package on the table and waited.

“What’s that?” Ald asked, pointing at the bag on the table.

“Something I found in a shop. How did your conversation go after my dismissal?” There was no accusation in his tone, but Ald shifted his gaze to him and frowned.

“You were making her nervous. I wanted her to speak freely.”

“I meant nothing by my question, my Lord.”

“As you say.” Ald paused and considered his words carefully. “I… have a brother,” Ald said quietly. “They had another kid after me with very similar results except he – except he was blind. To the Force, that is.”

“They dared to think they were capable of having another child?” Malavai asked hotly.

“I asked her something similar. She didn’t have a good answer, only that she was desperate to have another child, another chance.”

“Where in the Empire did they live? How did no one notice a Force gifted child disappear from a Force-blind family?”

“I don’t know. Every bit of information I tried to uncover had either vanished or never existed. I was an unregistered Force-sensitive at the very least.”

“I am utterly astounded at the gall, my Lord. They sire a child who is Force gifted, never register him, delete his records, and dump him in the jungle when he’s too difficult to handle. Not only that, but they go on to have more children.”

“She was regretful, at least. That’s… enough for now. I have her frequency should I feel the urge to speak with her further, but, for now, I am rather tired.” He frowned a little harder. “Apologies.”

Malavai shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong. As it is, I do have a rather nice gift for you for such an occasion. Tiredness, that is, not finding a family member who abandoned you.” Ald sputtered a laugh and Malavai offered a very small half smile. “Come, we will retire to the suite and I will show you what I have.”

Malavai stood from the table and waited. Ald was slow to stand, his legs a bit numb from sitting for so long.

“I didn’t take you for one who shopped,” Ald said lightly.

“Call it a fit of whimsy. Which reminds me, the owner of the shop sent me on my way with this at no charge, but she is rather sure she has a customer for life. I must admit I am eager to return to her after giving you the gift to validate her instincts.”

“She sounds strange.”

“She was.”

Ald laughed at Malavai bluntness as he led the way back to their suite. He was tired now and it was barely past the noon hour. He would have Malavai inform Vector of their shift in plans. He was sure the Joiner wouldn’t mind the extra time at home, but leaving a Host without his guests was rude and Ald was anything but.
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Vesaniae
05.05.2013 , 07:29 PM | #195
Ehehe, quirky shopkeepers embarrassing Quinn can never not be funny, and I love how you worked in the detail of one of his actual in-game gifts.
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irishfino
06.06.2013 , 11:09 PM | #196
Quote: Originally Posted by Vesaniae View Post
Ehehe, quirky shopkeepers embarrassing Quinn can never not be funny, and I love how you worked in the detail of one of his actual in-game gifts.
Weird shopkeeps are the best. I want to try to work in the other gifts he gives in-game, but I have no idea how that'll happen, lol.


Thanks for reading everyone!
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irishfino
06.06.2013 , 11:11 PM | #197
Anniversary


“My Lord,” Quinn said as he entered the room.

Ald rolled over to his side, stretched, and smiled. “That was an amazing nap.”

“No dreams?”

“No, not yet anyway.”

“Perhaps, this year, you won’t have any.”

“Did you get what I asked?”

“Yes.”

“And the arrangements are made?”

“Did you expect any less of me?” Quinn asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Ald smiled. “Of course not. You’re my answer man.” He ignored Quinn’s eye twitch at that comment. “Shall we?”

“Once you get dressed, yes.”

“I like sleeping naked,” Ald said with a grin of impossibly pearly white teeth.

Quinn blinked at him, turned on his heel and left. Ald giggled to himself. The man was still stiff in ways, but he had gotten better. A little, at least. Sort of. He was still exacting though and, today of all days, Ald needed that. He needed Quinn’s stability to help him get through this.

It wasn’t every day you shot someone’s remains into orbit.

***


“Are you ready, my Lord?” Quinn asked. His finger was poised over the release button. He was ready. He was more than ready to move on with their lives.

Ald wasn’t. Or, rather, this method of disposal didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right to leave them drifting in space.

“Change of plans,” Ald said quietly.

Quinn dropped his hand and nodded. He knew Ald would change his mind. He always did when it came to her. As always, he had a back-up plan. He informed Ald of this and was a bit disappointed when he only agreed with half of the plan. The other half he said he would take care of himself. Quinn didn’t like it one bit.

Later in the evening he approached Ald as Malavai, his lover and confidant. He found Ald sitting on the bed in their shared quarters on the Fury.

“Will this help?” Malavai asked quietly. “Disposing of her this way, I mean.”

“She wasn’t trash, Malavai,” Ald replied stiffly.

Malavai sighed and moved toward the bed. “I’m not implying she was. Unfortunately, when dealing with remains, there is no gentle way to put the handling of them. You dispose of them like trash because they are a shell that formerly contained someone you may have cared for.”

“You’re quite cold.”

“She tried to kill me.”

“She failed.”

“She only failed because of that modified virus. Technically, I still died. I’m still not the man I was before then.”

“But you’re alive. That’s all that matters. Right?”

Malavai quirked his lips up and sat down next to Ald. “I am alive, mostly healthy, and very happy.” He put his hand on Ald’s knee. “I know this is hard and I have no words to take away the pain you feel at doing this, but I will say this: I am here when you need me.”

“That means a lot to me.”

“I should hope so. It’s quite painful for heartfelt words to fall on deaf ears.”

Ald chuckled for a moment then sobered. “It really hurts,” he said quietly, his voice thickening with tears.

“I know.”

***


Ald wasn’t sure how he felt about all this. He left her there. He buried her with a sapling and left her there. She would live on, in a way, but he still felt strange about leaving her there. She had started this journey with him before he left Korriban.

It was Malavai who had the idea to have a drink. Some sort of glowing, blue Chiss vodka. It reminded him of her.

Ald raised his shot glass. “To Vette,” he said.

Malavai hesitated for a moment then raised his glass and replied in kind. They knocked back their drinks and coughed in unison. It was very strong vodka.

“Sweet stars,” Ald said with a chuckling cough. “That is strong.”

“That’s the point of it, isn’t it?” Malavai asked stiffly. He cleared his throat a few times to stop the burning. It didn’t help much.

“You know, I’ve never seen you drunk.”

“You never will.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“My Lord, with all due respect, I would drink you under the table and then some.”

“It’s a challenge.”

Malavai grabbed the bottle and poured another shot for them both. He knocked it back and smiled at Ald.

“It’s on, Quinn,” Ald said with a toothy grin.

“I’m Quinn now?” Malavai chuckled. He poured another shot and knocked it back. “You should catch up if you hope to win your own challenge, my Lord.”

Ald reached across the table and snatched the bottle from Malavai. “You’re going down.”

“Are you coming on to me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m in a relationship.”

Ald cackled and downed another shot.

It wasn’t every day you buried a friend. And Ald was thankful for that. Also this vodka. He was really thankful for this vodka.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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BlockaidRunner
10.18.2013 , 06:33 PM | #198
are you done? because if you are: waaaahhhhh! i want MOAR! if not: yaaaaaaay! i want MOAR!
but, nonethless, you are an amazing author, and one of the best on the fanfic forum i have read, along with Vesaniae and bright_ephemera
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