Private A reunion of love

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

2 months had passed since nitya was escorted off arkania under alarms and security breaches. Ashley had returned to the lab after making sure nitya was safe at home. To help delvin secure the lab and restore order delvin had fired those responsible for the lack of care blacklisting them planet wide from getting any job forcing them to leave the planet.

As delvin walked nityas home planet her favorite tea that meant so much to her in his hands in a wooden box and some flowers he had bought planet side as he walked up to her home he had a mostly healed small scar on his cheek. He let his aura fill the area around him as he looked for her hoping to find her he felt guilty for putting her in danger and wasn't sure how she would react. To seeing him but here he was looking for her.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya felt him before she ever saw him, the quiet shift in the Force brushing against her awareness with a familiarity that made her pause beside her garden, her hands stilling among the leaves as recognition settled gently through her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed, letting the feeling anchor her, letting herself truly understand what it meant.

He was here. He was alive. And after everything, he had come back to her.

When she turned, Delvin was already approaching through the trees, moving with the careful, measured weight of someone who had walked through something difficult and had not yet decided how much of it to lay down. The wooden box and the flowers in his hands looked almost fragile against the exhaustion etched into his features, and the faint scar along his cheek caught the light in a way that tightened something deep in her chest.

She walked toward him slowly, each step steady and deliberate, not rushing and not hesitating, as though she wanted every part of this moment to be real and unbroken. When she stopped in front of him, she let herself look at him fully, taking in the healing wound, the fatigue, and the quiet guilt he had never quite learned how to hide.

Then she smiled. It was soft, unguarded, and filled with relief.

"I was wondering when you would come back," she said quietly, her voice carrying warmth instead of accusation, certainty instead of doubt.

Her golden eyes lifted to his, steady and sincere.

"I felt you before I saw you," she added, gently.

She glanced at the flowers and the box of tea he had brought, then back to him, her expression softening further as tenderness spread across her features.

"Thank you," she said simply, the small word carrying far more meaning than its size suggested.

After a brief pause, she stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the calm steadiness of her presence, the quiet reassurance she offered without needing to touch.

"I am glad you are alive," Nitya said, her voice low and sincere, shaped only by truth.

There was no anger in it. No blame. Only honesty and relief.

"I trusted you would return," she continued softly. "Not because you promised me that you would. Because of who you are."

Her fingers brushed lightly against his hand, a gentle, grounding touch meant to reassure rather than claim.

"You do not have to explain anything yet," she murmured. "We can talk when you are ready, when the weight of it all is lighter."

Then she nodded toward her home, her voice warming with quiet invitation.

"But first, come inside."

Her hand lingered near his, offering comfort without pressure, presence without demand.

"You do not have to carry this alone."

Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin stood there looking at there taking her in happily as she smiled at him snd spoke as he listened as he set the tea and flowers down he hugged her embracing her as he loulled her close. "I've missed you. Missed this place" he said as it felt like and looked like years of stress had been removed his forehead resting on her shoulder as we stood there like that.

He smiled as he finely looked her in the eye again as he let her go following her inside as he sat down and watched her he couldn't get enough of her at all. But knowing how she enjoyed restraint he held back "I've given up my work so I can spend more time with you where my heart truly is" he said looking at her it was wild to say but he said it gladly as if years of stress had rolled away.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya froze for just a heartbeat when he said it.

Not because she was upset.
Not because she was angry.

Because she was surprised in a way that went straight to her heart.

She had been setting the box of tea carefully on the counter when his words reached her, her hands pausing mid-motion as she turned to look at him fully, golden eyes searching his face for a moment as if making sure she had heard him correctly.

"Given it up?" she asked softly, a mix of concern and warmth threading through her voice. "Delvin… you should not have done that for me."

There was no reprimand in her tone, only sincerity.

She stepped closer, lifting a hand to rest lightly against his arm.

"Your work matters. It saves lives. It gives you purpose. I would never want to be the reason you walked away from something that is part of who you are."

Her gaze softened as she held his eyes.

"What will you do with your time now?" she asked gently, curiosity rather than doubt in her voice.

Before he could answer, she turned back toward the counter, moving with her usual calm grace. She retrieved a simple ceramic vase from the shelf, filled it with fresh water, and carefully arranged the flowers he had brought, treating them with the same quiet reverence she gave everything that carried meaning.

When she finished, she set them near the window where sunlight would reach them.

"They are beautiful," she murmured, glancing back at him with a small smile.

Then she moved to prepare the tea, opening the wooden box and measuring the leaves with practiced care. As she heated the water, she looked over her shoulder at him, amusement dancing faintly in her eyes.

"I hope you do not burn yourself this time," she added lightly, her tone teasing but affectionate.

Once the tea was steeping, she returned to him, standing close enough that he could feel her warmth without her crowding him.

"I do not need you to give up your world for me," Nitya said quietly. "I just want to be part of it. And for you to be part of mine."

Her fingers slipped into his hand, steady and sure.

"That is enough."

Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin sat there watching her as she made tea and talked to her and listened to what she had to say he stood up walking behind her he chuckled at her joke. "I'll try not to" he said wrapping his arms around her gently "dealing with the breakout made me realize what truly matters" he said standing there holding her.

"Id rather choose you a million times over than unravel the secrets of the universe" he said. Standing there "your my world" he said standing there his fingers laced between hers. He was being selfish and he knew it but he didn't care he was with her and that mattered to him.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya stilled when his arms came around her, the warmth of him settling against her back in a way that felt both familiar and newly precious after everything that had happened. For a moment, she simply leaned into him, letting herself breathe in his presence, grounding herself in the quiet truth that he was here, that he was safe, that this moment was real.

Her hands rested over his, fingers threading more firmly with his as he spoke.

When he said she was his world, she closed her eyes briefly, not from embarrassment, but from the weight of the feeling behind it.

Slowly, she turned within his embrace until she was facing him, still close, still held, her golden eyes searching his purple ones with gentle seriousness.

"Delvin," she said softly, her voice warm but steady, "I am grateful that you chose me. Truly. It means more to me than you know."

She lifted one hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly along the faint scar there, not in sorrow, but in quiet reverence for what he had survived.

"But I do not want to be the only world you have."

There was no rejection in her words. Only care.

"I want to be part of your world," she continued, "to walk in it with you, to share it, to understand it. I want to listen when you talk about your work, to see your eyes light up when you solve something impossible, to know the man you are when you are creating as well as when you are resting."

A small, tender smile touched her lips.

"You do not have to choose between me and the universe," Nitya murmured. "You are allowed to love both."

She rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.

"And I will choose you too," she added quietly. "Not instead of who you are… but because of it."

Her fingers tightened gently around his.

"Stay with me," she whispered. "Grow with me. Let us build something that does not require either of us to disappear."

For a heartbeat, she simply looked at him, her golden eyes steady and full of quiet certainty.

Then she leaned in.

Not rushed. Not hesitant.

Her lips brushed against his at first, soft and tentative, as if asking rather than taking. When she felt him respond, she deepened it just slightly, enough to let him feel everything she had not put into words. Gratitude. Relief. Affection. Choice.

When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling, her hands still holding his.

Then, softer, with warmth and a faint smile returning to her voice:

"And now… if you keep holding me like this much longer, the tea will be ready before either of us notices."

Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin stayed there holding her happily "i can join the scientists here sure they aren't working on anything super important or groundbreaking but i would still be working plus I can come back here every night and we can be together" he said. Standing there with her in his arms as she kissed him he kissed back lovingly passionately deeply.

He couldn't help it she elicited such emotions out of him "let it burn i can get you more tea" he said smiling as he kissed her again pulling back he felt his heart beat faster. He was genuinely happy with her "I have to admit I envy the simple life you have here and would love to live it with you" he said standing there holding her looking into her golden eyes with his purple eyes.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya laughed softly at his words, a quiet, genuine sound that carried warmth rather than amusement alone, and she reached up almost without thinking to rest her hand against his jaw, her thumb brushing lightly along his cheek as she looked at him.

"Delvin," she said gently, her voice still warm from their kiss, still threaded with affection, "you never stop trying to solve things, do you? Even happiness."

Her golden eyes softened as she studied his face, seeing the sincerity beneath the excitement, the way he was already trying to build a future, piece by piece.

"I like that you think about how to make things work," she continued quietly. "It tells me how deeply you care. And I love that you want to be here. With me."

She leaned in again, pressing a brief, tender kiss to his lips, slower this time, grounded and reassuring rather than urgent.

"But you do not have to shrink your world to fit into mine," Nitya murmured when she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. "This life is simple because I chose it. Yours is complex because you chose to help others in your own way. Both are honest. Both matter."

Her arms slipped around his waist, holding him close in return now, not just being held.

"We can build something that lets you have both," she said softly. "Your work. Your curiosity. Your brilliance. And this. Quiet nights. Tea that sometimes burns. A home you can return to."

A small, affectionate smile curved her lips.

"And if someday you want to spend more time here, truly slow down, learn the rhythm of this place with me… I would welcome that."

She brushed her nose lightly against his.

"But only if it is because it makes you happy. Not because you think you have to give something up for me."

Her fingers tightened gently on his back.

"I do not want you smaller," she whispered. "I want you whole."

Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin held her and listened to her speak as her arms wrapped around him he smiled happily. "I want my world to get smaller though" he admitted his forehead resting against hers as they stood there.

"Whenever im at that lab my thoughts linger here and on you and my heart aches" he said pulling himself closer to her as they held eachother. He continued to look into her golden eyes "i find myself day dreaming of drinking tea with you and wanting to tend your garden with you" he said.

His heart was at piece at this moment genuinely he had never experienced something like this before the controlled darkness of his aura easing when he found himself around her the contrast was noticeable. He looked at the teakettle and notice it began to steam as he used the force to move it subtly without drawing attention to it wanting to stay wrapped in this moment forever with her.

"Nitya you are the best thing that has happened to me" he whispered to her. As he stood there holding her.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya listened to him in deep, resonant silence, her forehead anchored against his as his words settled into the very marrow of her being, like a slow-setting tide. She could feel the profound sincerity vibrating through him, not as some overwhelming or chaotic force, but as something ancient, rooted, and undeniably real. There was no longer the sharp, jagged edge of desperation in his voice, nor the frantic need to cling to a fading ghost. Instead, there was only the quiet, deliberate weight of a conscious choice.

As he spoke of the simple ache of longing for her, of the quiet, domestic tapestries he had woven in his mind involving shared routines and silent mornings, something within the closed chambers of her chest softened and bloomed.

Her hands, which had been resting high on his shoulders, began a slow, deliberate descent until they pressed firmly against the broad expanse of his chest, allowing her to feel the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart against her palms. She tilted her head back, lifting her gaze until her golden eyes locked onto his violet ones with an intensity that sought to bridge the final gap between their two souls.

"Delvin," she murmured, her voice carrying a low, honeyed warmth that seemed to vibrate in the small space between them, "you do not need to make the boundaries of your world smaller or more constricted just to fit me inside."

A faint, ethereal smile brushed across her lips, softening the sharp lines of her face.

"You are already choosing to see the galaxy differently, and that is enough."

She leaned forward just a fraction more, until the tips of their noses brushed and their breath mingled into a single, shared atmosphere.

"And I am choosing you, with all the same gravity."

For a long moment, she simply existed there in the stillness, allowing those words to hang in the air like a promise, letting the newfound calm, the fragile trust, and the absolute safety take root in the soil of their shared history.

Then, she moved, not with the jagged impulse of a woman fleeing a storm, but with the fluid grace of one stepping into the light.

Her hands slid upward, her fingers threading gently through the strands of his hair as she guided him closer, finally dissolving the last remaining inch of distance between them. When her lips met his this time, the kiss was languid and profound, carrying a depth of intention that far outweighed the frantic urgency of their previous encounters. It was a kiss that served as a testament, a declaration that she was present, unafraid, and stepping into this union with eyes wide open.

When she eventually pulled back, only far enough to rest her brow against his once more, her voice was a fragile thread of sound, barely louder than the rustle of silk.

"I want this," she admitted, the confession soft but unwavering. "I want this life with you, not as some desperate escape from the cold or a fleeting shadow in the night, but as something tangible, enduring, and real."

Her thumb traced the rough line of his jaw, a tactile anchor in the moment.

"I want this to start tonight, if that is a path you wish to walk as well."

There was no pressure in the offering, no demand for a specific future, only the wide, open invitation of a soul finally finding its way home.

Delvin jeth