OOM:Reunion

[last_kallig]

The room isn't quite the same as it was the last time he was here. There's a fireplace, and a fire in it, with some blankets and cushions in front of the fire.

Ibani flushes as she shuts the door. "Bar put that in after a dream I had."

She trails a hand over his armor. "The armor of your legion?" She grins. "Want to show me how it comes off, or do you intend to leave it on?"

(OOC: Warning for vague/implied adult content.)

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[moonandstar]

Garyn chuckles, low and playful.

"You seem to approve of the sight of me either way."

He leans in for a kiss.

[last_kallig]

"I do," she agrees. She kisses him, slow and lingering. "Very much.

"Shall we sit by the fire, warm up a little?" Her voice is low and playful too, a match for his.

[moonandstar]

"Well, I'll tell you what I've done with it when we're...less occupied."

He grins as they move beside the fire and...well, "settle together."

[last_kallig]

She laughs, softly. The fire is warm, the cushions soft, and Garyn is here with her at last. She kicks off her boots, then grins at him mischievously. She opens the front of her robe and it's very clear that she isn't wearing anything under it at all.

Then she can't resist the temptation of him any longer and her mind brushes across his with love and an ocean of want. "I'm sure we'll keep each other VERY occupied for a while, until you need a break."

Then she moves in for a hungry kiss.

[moonandstar]

However long it may have been, they fall together as though no time has passed at all. Though they take their time with it once they're down there...

[last_kallig]

They do take their time, oh yes. The fire has burned down quite low by the time they're resting at last, tangled up with one another.

She's touching the edges of his mind still, a safe enough depth that they can stay there almost indefinitely. "I believe you were going to tell me about what you'd done in your new gear when we were less preoccupied. The amulets were the only parts I recognized."

She'd been quite pleased to see the amulet she gave him still around his neck, earlier.

[moonandstar]

"Well, I'd claimed myself a new sword on our last raid," Garyn says. "You caught me about to embroider its name on the scabbard."

[last_kallig]

"Did it have a name already, or did you give it one? "Not a common custom on my side of the door, naming a weapon."

"It has an echo in the Force, almost like what it's made of was once alive."

[moonandstar]

"It was used by a Daedric cultist, wasted against innocents. I have named it for what he meant to use it for, but with a new purpose: Sholagmer. Headsman. The final judgment where all others fail."

Garyn can get pretty dramatic when he's talking about swords.

[last_kallig]

Pah, he's talking to a Sith. Sith culture tends to ALL the drama.

Her smile is approving, and there's a touch of vicious satisfaction against his mind at the name. "A good name indeed, and a fitting one."

"I've used my lightsabers for such a purpose, although the idea of naming them feels....odd. It would be like naming a part of myself something different."

"Is it ebony? It definitely doesn't look like steel."

[moonandstar]

"It is," Garyn says. "Daedric ebony, forged in Oblivion. Wasted on the scum I took it from. I led my men into the shrine to rescue a woman they'd captured to sacrifice to Molag Bal. And do gods know what else first."

[last_kallig]

"Rituals with suffering and sacrifice seem to be common to many universes." Ibani has seen them before, righteous anger burns across their connection.

"Your men, you're an officer?" She's pleased at that. "At least they can recognize quality when they see it, your Legion." It's about damn time he got some recognition from someone other than her, in her opinion!

"Might be worth testing Sholagmer against my lightsaber, later, if there's somewhere I can make just a little contact and not ruin it. It felt potent, for metal. Not magic, but strong."

[moonandstar]

"Not quite," Garyn says. "I lead a troop, but I'm not an officer yet. That's still a lot of advancement for such a short time. And crucially, I'm well liked in town, which much of our garrison can't say."

[last_kallig]

"Why aren't they well liked?" she asks, curious. "Did something happen that you had to fix?" Is Ibani projecting her own experiences as an apprentice? Maybe a bit.

[moonandstar]

"Well, one bad thing happened," Garyn says. "But they main problem is that most of them are orcs."

[last_kallig]

"Ah, xenophobia. And being a Dunmer works in your favor, I take it?"

"An advantage you can use, at least. Can never have enough of those." She chuckles wryly.

[moonandstar]

"It does," Garyn says. "That and honest justice.

"Meanwhile I've stuck up for the orcs under my command, which has won me their respect."

[last_kallig]

Ibani smiles. "That sounds very much like you, my heart." She kisses him, soft.

"Whether what I've been wrapped up in for the last year on Alderaan counts as justice likely depends upon your point of view."

"Something I got recruited for as a result of my actions there as an apprentice." She sighs. tracing idle patterns on his skin. "I don't think I ever told you much about that, as it was right before my confrontation with Zash."

And she was rather understandably preoccupied with what THAT portended.

[moonandstar]

"Achievements punished with service, then?"

Garyn chuckles darkly.

"Isn't that always the way of things?"

[last_kallig]

"It's certainly been MY experience," she agrees.

"My work with House Thul back then gave the Empire an excuse to throw me into the civil war without the Empire being 'officially' involved."

She chuckles, dark. "House Thul was driven off of Alderaan decades ago, supposedly for plotting to steal the throne. They sought refuge in the Empire, and the current Head of the House grew up there. Officially, the Empire is just lending them money and a bodyguard because they sympathize with the plight of people driven from their homeland."

"It's a pretty story for them to spin," she says, smile wry. "There might even be SOME truth in it, somewhere."

[moonandstar]

"The ones with some truth in it give you the most thread to spin with," Garyn says.

[last_kallig]

"Oh yes, and I've done plenty of spinning in my time."

She sighs. "But it's meant going from assisting an army here, to a demolition mission there, and then to retrieve something somewhere else. And assassinations, of course. I knew there would be SOME nobles willing to sell out to the Empire if the Empire got rid of an inconvenient relative and made it look like an accident, but they've exceeded my worst estimations."

There's bitterness there, because HER only family was taken from her and they're throwing theirs away! She rests a hand over his heart. "I can stop someone's heart with a touch, now, make it look like natural causes."

"Refining it took a while, but I had plenty of targets in battles to practice on." They were going to die anyway, but even so....

[moonandstar]

Garyn scowls. "Typical. Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch."

[last_kallig]

"Quite. A few of them have been decent. Elana Thul, the head of House Thul gets on fairly well with me. And Rehanna Rist, the head of House Rist, is quite devoted to her family and her House and she seems quite fond of me."

Ibani huffs out a breath. "Though that relationship is complicated by my interactions with her when I was an apprentice. I needed to get a key from Nomar Organa, and I had learned he might come to Alderaan if she asked it of him."

"She was in love with Nomar Organa some thirty years ago, and he was willing to defy the wishes of both his noble family and his Order to marry her. Until at the planned announcement of the engagement, he suddenly reversed that decision in the most politically disastrous way possible. His behavior was radically altered after that point too, from rebel to extremely conservative

"I told her my suspicions, that it didn't seem natural, that sudden, radical, changes in someone's behavior can be caused by someone pushing too hard on a person's mind with the Force when attempting to influence their decisions."

"I don't know if that was a kindness, when she was, is, still carrying a torch for him." She gazes into Garyn's eyes. "Or for the man she remembers Nomar Organa being, perhaps."

[moonandstar]

Garyn nods grimly. "I wouldn't envy either one of them. It's hard enough to navigate these things when the worst someone could do is stab or poison you."