Devil With The Silver Tongue

[Josh Dragovalor]

She was definitely hesitant. He wasn't 100% sure if she was hesitant due to her love for her former lover, a lack of faith in him, or a mix of both, but it certainly didn't help his confidence. She would nod her head, then shake her head, then nod her head again, and then shake her head again. It drove home the fact that she was unstable, and he still had to wonder if she intended to poison or stab him. His gaze moved to the knives on the floor a moment before moving back to her. He hadn't forgotten for a moment just what he was dealing with here. And unlike last time, he was cautious. Of course this time he was also somewhat sober.

This still felt wrong, but like her, he knew there wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't feel like this forever, either. So perhaps this whole thing might do him some good. Learning to move forward... This was a hell of a first step, but a first step it was. He hadn't considered taking anyone either emotionally or in a physical matter during, or after the marriage. He was once again in uncharted territory. But it needed to be done. Might as well do it.

At her remarks, Josh would shrug his shoulders in turn. "You're not a foreplay person, are you?" He teased lightly, a small smirk starting to tug against the corners of his mouth. It wouldn't be Josh without at least cracking a few jokes to lighten the mood. "But yeah, guess we can do that."

Of course, deep down he knew that once they did, she'd likely be gone within the hour, if she didn't try to kill him. Odds are he probably wouldn't see her again. Part of him didn't want that, for whatever reason, but another part of him accepted it as part of life. He understood what his role to her was right now. Fulfilling a desire. In a sense, both were fulfilling the same for one another, in a time where both lacked and needed it, as much as they didn't want to admit it.

Deciding to take initiative, Josh would lean over and playfully slide his tongue along the back of her neck, just teasing her further.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Her body fought her every step of the way. Her body demanded Gerwald. Her fingers looked for the feel of Gerwald's skin against them. Her legs looked for the feel of Gerwad's wast locked between them. But this wasn't Gerwald. This was Josh. Scherezade closed her eyes, trying to get her brain to cooperate with her. Tried to remind herself that there was a reason that this wasn't Gerwald.

Foreplay was for intimacy. She didn't want intimacy. She just wanted to get it over with, do it, finish it. Maybe then things would be better. She let Josh take the initiative, and rolled with it.

Fade to black.

It was a little bit later that they both lay on the floor, their bodies soaked in sweat and the remains of their deeds. She had not stopped him at any point, and he had not stopped her. And now there was silence.

Scherezade stared at the ceiling, not saying a word. Most of the fog of the liquor had evaporated, as she hadn't renewed it while they'd been busy. Her body had eventually given in, taking all the touch that was offered, but her mind was still reeling, screaming at her that this was the wrong thing to do with the wrong person.

Her mind insisted on reminding her of all the times she and Gerwald had been together, even though there had been many such occasions and they did not even begin to describe what she'd thought they'd had. They had been unable to keep their hands off each other, even when simply walking down the street.

It wasn't the same now.

After her first time with Gerwald, they had lain entwined in the bed on her ship, a bed that had become just as much as his as it had been hers. But now, laying next to Josh, she did not search for that embrace. quite the contrary. She lay a little to the side, ensuring there was space between them. It had not been an act of love, it had been an act of desperation on both sides, and she did not want him for the aftercare that she had used to being followed.

She was being unfair. She knew she was being unfair. Josh had been nothing but nice to her, despite his preaching episode. She had taken him, used him, and now did not want to touch him again. And for some reason, she did not want to be a complete bytch about it either. But it hadn't helped. She'd been thinking of Gerwald that entire time, and she still was.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, still not looking at him.



[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Well, he had promised her the night, and the night they had. Sure, he'd taken the initiative, but it was what it was. How many compromises had he made in this life by now? Such as the one he was making now, beyond this. This wasn't Shmi. This wasn't his wife, it wasn't the woman he loved. This was someone who was more or less a complete stranger. The irony of going from a several year long marriage to a one night deal on Zeltros wasn't lost on him.

Yet, despite the night being good, it was great even honestly, he still found himself wanting. Perhaps not in the sexual sort, but as he lay there, covered in sweat, staring upwards, he only felt frustrated. It just... Didn't feel the same. He knew it wouldn't, the intention was different, everything was different, but for whatever reason, deep down he had hoped it would. Perhaps he had given into temptation and desire for the past to the point that he might as well have just taken the Elysium. But while he knew what to expect going in, it didn't make the reality sting any less. He almost instinctively brought his arm over to wrap around, but found nothing. He could feel her presence, she was still there, but had made distance between them. He had expected it, but it still drove home even more what he was missing.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he would pull his arm back in, understanding that despite his company, he was alone. He supposed he understood now, in a way. He'd said he could keep her company, but he couldn't in the way she wanted. The fact was, he had said she wouldn't be alone, but she was. Just as he was alone here and now. And he felt bad not only because he'd in some fashion wanted it to be the same when she was still grieving herself, when he knew she couldn't provide it, which wasn't fair... But also because he knew he couldn't provide her what she wanted. He knew deep down she was as empty now as he was, and he felt hopeless, useless again that he couldn't do a thing despite everything. At most, this whole thing had distracted them both temporarily. But now the reality was to the forefront, more than ever before. It truly hit him what he was missing. And that he'd never see it again, not in the way he remembered.

He heard her speak, then. He hadn't fallen asleep, despite everything, he wouldn't dare fall asleep with her there. But he did answer, albeit softly.

"You're fine."

He got it, it was fine.

"I'm sorry, too."

He wanted to walk that path with her, he didn't want her to walk it alone. And yet despite everything, she had walked it alone nonetheless. He'd promised, and yet he couldn't do it. He just didn't know how.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade nodded. She knew the undertones of his voice, knew that her feelings, if not entirely matched, were mostly mirrored by Josh as well. She knew she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know what. Inching closer for a hug was out of the question. She wanted it, but not with him. Going for another round was out of the question for the same reason as well.

She sat up, pulling her knees to her chin, and wrapped her arms around them.

There was supposed to be a sort of an emptiness after these things happened, wasn't there? Empty, void, all of that. But she wasn't feeling empty. She was feeling... She was feeling, all the pain and all the betrayal, and all the hurt, that she had been earlier. Like the booze, it had not taken the edge off. She was still raw. She still wanted to cry.

Her hand flew out, calling the bottle they had drank from earlier right into her hands. There was no reason to use the glasses. They'd swapped enough bodily fluids by now. Scherezade took a long gulp, willing it to smack her insides. It didn't. She sighed, and offered the bottle to Josh without saying a word.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

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It seemed the two were mirrored, in one way or another. Josh would let out a sigh as he would sit up, feeling no better than before. Instead, all that he was left with was a reminder of what he had lost, and what would never come back.

At this point, all he wanted to do was drink and forget again.

Luckily, it seemed Scherezade was thinking the same thing. He could hear her drinking from the bottle, before offering it to him. It wasn't the most sanitary thing, but considering what they had just done, it really didn't matter. Taking the bottle and taking a long swig, he would take a deep breath and just find himself staring forward again.

After a pause, he managed to speak.


"You said before that you killed him many times in the Darkness, right?" He asked. With that, he would hold out a hand, reaching over until he found hers and took it in his. He didn’t look at her, but he did squeeze her hand as he had before to indicate there was a reason. He was willing to show her something. He didn’t know why he had decided to let her in. She was a Sith, she could attack him at any moment and yet he had decided to let her in when he had not let anyone else in anymore. Perhaps it was the similarity of their circumstances. In a way she understood. She could see what had happened and understand. And he could for her.

This was a memory, a dream, that he still despised recalling, but in that moment, he was able to see it clearly. And she would be able to as well as he shared the vision with her. She could see everything, his thoughts, his feelings, his perspective in the vision...


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He was somewhere... But where? All he could see around him was a black nothingness. He floated in a void... Unable to see nothing. Then multiple figures would appear... Jedi he had met in the past, including those he knew... Including Shmi.

He was unable to move his body, as he watched a figure in a dark cloak approach them. A bloodcurdling scream ensued from the figure as they drew a crimson lightsaber, catching the Jedi around them by surprise and cutting through them with relative ease, one by one, even as they tried to fight back. The scream had been a male's, and he struck with an aggressive fury, one that seemed as though bottled up and was now exploding into a rage inconceivable by the average person. One by one the Jedi around him fell, and the equivalent of Shmi in front of him notably had her eyes widen, her hands moving to her mouth as she seemed to be able to see under the robe... And then the figure plunged the lightsaber into her chest without a second thought. The figure would turn then, toward where they could see them... And removed the hood.

It was him.

A scarred face, crimson eyes, a devious, malice-filled smile... But it was him.

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His grip on her hand tightened as it came, and she could feel the pain that came with it all over again, before he would release her hand, and take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself.

"For a full year, I had that vision, that dream, every night. Every night, I watched the people I worked with, the people I cared for, and my wife be cut down. I cut them down. It destroyed me. It tormented me. It along with everything else has broken me, and done unfathomable damage that I don't know if I'll ever recover from. While I won't pretend it's the exact same, as you did so willingly in order to defend yourself in those times... I think in some fashion I can understand."

He bit his lip as he would grab the bottle again and take another swig.

"I've thought a lot on all that's happened, to the both of us. And... I'm sorry you had to go through the night alone, even if I promised" He spoke softly. To not be able to fulfill a promise... That hurt too. He had tried so hard to fulfill that promise. All he had been able to fulfill was coming back for her, and giving her the night. In a way he had fulfilled it... But not in the way he wanted to. "I sincerely, genuinely, wanted to help in some way. I still want to. But... I can't. Not in the way that you're looking for. You need that... Guy, the man you love. Just as I need my Shmi."

He let out a sigh as he sat up properly again. "But neither of us are going to be that lucky."

"But... I've thought about it. My role may not be to bippity boppity boop your problems away, I know I can't. But... There's one thing I realized we both have. And that's understanding. I've thought about why I've been so willing to open up to you, when I haven't told others a thing, not led the Jedi in on what's going on with me. And it's because they won't understand. They can't. You can. I can."

He still didn't look at her, he didn't know if he could. If he did, he knew he'd be looking in the mirror again.

"I can't replace him. I can't be him. But if you need to talk... If you just need someone to listen... I'll be there. The least I can do... Is understand.

And if you don't want that... That's okay. I understand that too."

He managed a weak, bittersweet smile.

"... I don't let people in either."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"You said before that you killed him many times in the Darkness, right?"

Sherezade nodded miserably. She had. They had come to her in the Darkness, claiming they had sold her to the spirit that had possessed Kat. They had told her that Kat had claimed Gerwald. That they had her fooled, that everyone was in on it. She had thought.. She had thought it was true. And she still loved Gerwald in the Darkness, even after the first time she killed him in it. Even after the thousandth time she killed him in it. Every time she'd done it in the Darkness it was as though a piece of her died as well. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she would not have come out the same as she was before, even if Gerwald had chosen her. But there was no reason to think about the what ifs. There had been many of them. The mere fact that she had been willing, prior to the Darkness, to give up on Endelaan, her ancestral home, for Gerwald, seemed so juvenile and silly right now. But it was a price she had been... She still was, willing to pay, if it meant that he would love her as she loved him.

Josh held his hand out. She didn't understand why, but she accepted, and touched his hand.

The vision caused her breath to stop. She saw the faces. All of them. She recognized Shmi for what she was almost immediately. She understood what he was showing her, the... Dream? Vision? Nightmare? On that, she wasn't entirely certain. But she it all, the red brimmed eyes, the deaths...

Scherezade gasped as it hit her, along with the waves of pain that were not hers. Only when Josh let go of her hand did she find herself able to breathe again, inching a little bit further away. Her own pain was unbearable. To carry his, even if for only those short moments, it made it worse. It had been a vision he'd seen. Every night, for a year. She nodded, understanding what it was he was trying to say. Her heart ached, and for the first time since coming out of the Darkness, she knew it did not ache only because of herself.

"You need that... Guy, the man you love. Just as I need my Shmi."

She wanted to say that he was wrong. That she hadn't needed Gerwald. She'd been perfectly fine without him, being an instrument of Chaos, raging the Galaxy. But it wasn't completely true. True, she hadn't quite needed him. But she'd wanted him. And she had been so certain that he wanted her too. And she'd been more certain that he would never intentionally hurt her, and not only because he said he wouldn't. Perhaps... Perhaps that was why she had broken. There were many things she needed. Her parents, her twin brother, people that actually wanted her around. Those were all basic needs her soul yearned for. Gerwald... Gerwald was someone she wanted. Was that why his betrayal, together with Katrine's, had broken her? She didn't dare think about it. She didn't want to think about it. Because if she needed him... No. She had to force herself not to dwell on it. Not let it sink further in. There had been more things involved in their relationship than just bare essence communication between two people. She didn't know the depths of it. She probably never would. All she knew now was that she was hurting, broken, and unable to get herself back, to collect the pieces.

And then Josh said he didn't let people in too.

"It wasn't my choice, before the Darkness," Scherezade found herself talking, "the people in the Confederacy... The never liked me. They never really accepted me. I wasn't a welcome person there, but I was tolerated only because of my sister. Because she said I was part of her group, and no one could do anything about that, even after I almost killed the CIS' leader. I worked hard. So hard. All the time. I went on missions, I risked my life, I did the stupidest things I could think of if they had a chance of garnering me some shred of respect, some basic morsel of essence of being wanted around. It never worked. I only had two people in my life, two people that I was actually close to. Him and my sister. And the Darkness told me... The Darkness told me that I had only them when I went in, and that I would have no one when I came out. I thought... I thought it was trying to pry on my fears. But it was true. The Darkness had been right. About everything."

She sighed, holding back the tears, and then taking the bottle back so she could drink from it again.

It was several big gulps later that she spoke again.

"That thing you did, with showing me that vision..." she mumbled, "is that an application of telepathy? Is it some other kind of ability? Can you teach me how to do that?"

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Ditto" came the response. "Spend your whole life risking your arse, doing dumb chit for them, going the extra mile and being treated like you're inferior? Check. Wanting respect but not getting it... Check. Can't say much about the darkness though. Did spend a few years in a Sith prison, don't think that counts, but pretty close, those guys are fairly dark" Josh remarked as he would sit up, taking a deep breath as he seemed to be humor-coping again. Because of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? He'd just shown her something that had driven him mad for a year, without mercy. "A co-worker and I were wondering by the way... What is with the fashion you guys have? You know, with the big black outfits, and some of you have like, this insanely dark makeup that makes me wonder if you guys were planning to audition for an evil clown contest, didn't get the part but liked the look anyway.

Also your bases seem to have the same sort of dark, dungeony, gothic decor. If it's not a kinky sort of thing, why bother?"

The drink was clearly doing it's thing, since he was starting to speak with a bit more humor. That or just humor cope. Maybe both.

But he did at least get serious when she would make her request.

"Yes. I can" He spoke. "But on one condition. This talk. It stays between us, since it's personal in nature. All of this. No force-scrying personal details to your Sith friends, please. I won't do it either. Promise me" He added. Not that he thought she'd break that promise. She knew full well that promise breaking made her just as foul as the guy and girl who'd ruined her life. She'd be just like them, and not in a good way.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Fashion? Scherezade blinked in confusion as she took the bottle back and drank from it again. What did she understand about fashion? Every Sith she knew dressed differently, had a different taste, and it was only now that she was realizing it, because she'd never had a reason to think about it before. Those things didn't interest her in any way, and never had. So she opted not to answer.

Josh had a condition regarding teaching her. She was not to share it with anyone, including her Sith friends. Scherezade rolled her eyes. Hadn't he been listening? She didn't have friends. She had no one. She wouldn't have anyone to share this conversation with or any memories of anything even if she'd wanted to.

"Okay," she nodded. Might as well just go with it, "I promise."

It was going to be another one of those promises she was going to keep even if Josh was going to break each and every one that he'd make to her. Might as well get used to it.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Oh he had heard her. But she had superiors, people who gave her orders, people who would look for anything they could with no respect for privacy. She was a Sith, someone being distrustful of her colleagues was par for the course and she should know this.

Regardless, he would nod his head. “It’s a branch of telepathy. Establish a connection, and then focus on the thing you want to imprint. Focus hard, and keep the focus. It gets easier to do both when you’re used to it but it might slip in the meanwhile and cause it to suddenly break. Took me some practice to learn” Josh would explain.

“A good memory helps too.”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade nodded at the explanation. It made sense when he put it like that, and-

She closed her eyes. Memories were surfacing again. Memories of the Darkness, but not the one that had led to her breaking in the end. The one before, that had lasted for five hundred years, the one in which the inky blackness had turned into a vibrant green like her eyes.

She remembered.

Scherezade opened her eyes again and gasped, suddenly understanding. "This was how..." she whispered, before forcing her gaze back and Josh. It landed a few inches away from him, and she forced it back into its place, "what if you wanted to give a tons of memories? Not just one, but a life time's worth? Like imprinting almost everything that you know and have into someone else's mind? Is this the same? Can you control what to keep in or out if you try that? How strong does the established connection have to be?"

She had to know. She had to know. Maybe... Maybe this was a key to unlocking some things. Keeping things out. Understanding what her grandmother had done to her. She knew that the general gist was a memory imprint, but it worked in so many different ways. She took another swig from the bottle, but it was all too clear that she was in a much more focused place now.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

“A lot of time, a lot of energy. What I know isn’t full on memory imprinting”’ Josh would admit. “What I’m doing is showing you something, a vision. You’re seeing the equivalent to a broadcast on the holonet. To show a whole lifetime.... It could take years worth of sessions” Josh would admit. “It’s not putting something in your memories. It’s showing you something and you remember it yourself.”

“It may be possible to imprint memories, but I have never learned how. I’ve never met anyone I would know to have the ability to. The closest thing is a full mind reading of someone’s mind and memories, which can transfer them faster, but that’s a different thing entirely.”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"I know someone who can do that," Scherezade whispered.

So it wasn't the same thing. It wasn't even in the same scope. It wasn't imprinting, it was showing. It didn't make it less useful, but it meant that it was not the answer to some of her questions regarding what had happened to her.

Still, she was not one to pass up on an opportunity to learn.

"So how do I do what you did?" she asked, "how do I show you the memory? I now how to transfer thoughts, both in words and in images, but I've never tried an actual memory. Can the memory be altered or made false?"


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"It'd need to be a memory that you can remember well. I suppose you could forge it, but... It wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world. Most visions you are going to show with this trick that actually involve any sort of animation, something that's not a still image, it's going to rely heavily on your memory, and forging it would require some seriously heavy, and noticeable strain. You wouldn't fool anybody that had half a brain" Josh would explain.

"As for how to use it... It's like I told you. It’s a branch of telepathy. Establish a connection, and then focus on the thing you want to imprint. Focus hard, and keep the focus. It gets easier to do both when you’re used to it but it might slip in the meanwhile and cause it to suddenly break. Took me some practice to learn. Good memory might help."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"I have a great memory," she grumled. Even drunk, her memory was great. Lately, she'd been hating it. She remembered too much, and her memories carried emotions with them, and she was living everything over and over again.

But she was going to do this thing now. This was much better than their earlier awkward attempt at sex.

Scherezade closed her eyes, trying to pick a memory that had nothing to do with Gerwald or Katrine. She ended up choosing one from Maramere, the moment she had been standing in the kitchen of the fortress, emptying bottles upon bottles of laxatives into the drinking water tank.

Grinning, she grabbed Josh's hand, and tried to show it to him.

Ryloth. Night. Bonfire. The smell of pine woods and forests, of musk and of freedom. Stars twinkling above them. They were both covered in the blood of their prey. She hadn't been looking at Gerwald at that moment, she'd been tense after having revealing something about herself, her hands grabbing her knees, knuckles whitening.

His large hand fell to the hand nearest him as she gripped her knees so tight that her knuckles were bare. He said nothing. His other hand came just under her chin and made her look at him. His hair was a mess, he was naked, blood on him as well, and both had some bits of the prey's meat on their bodies as well. But in that moment, he looked so perfect.

"I see you."

Scherezade leaned forward, closing her eyes, and kissed him.

Scherezade let go of Josh's hand and screamed, trying to move backwards, tumbling, falling down.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He didn't like this vision. It made him uncomfortable. Sure, maybe he didn't exactly feel that way for her, but considering what they'd just done, he wasn't comfortable seeing her intimate moments of that sort of matter with the guy she'd gone off incessantly about to the point it'd gotten annoying. When she leaned in, in her vision, he was about to thwack her arm to indicate that was enough, but it stopped before he had need.

"Really?" The Jedi grumbled. "Out of all the memories you had, you had to bloody use-"

The screaming from her though, stopped him dead in his tracks. Josh let out a sigh, and shook his head.

"Breathe, Dragon, breathe... Focus on helping her, on her, on her..." He told himself quietly as he would allow himself a moment to calm down, before wrapping his arms around her, not really caring if she tried to attack him. He would squeeze tight, his electric blanket mode more or less activating with his pyrokinesis honed body heat, and he would lie back down, cradling her. Ironically, this would be something that became a trend, and be the basis of their next meeting.

"Shh... Shh... It's okay... You're gonna be okay... I'm here... You're gonna be okay..."

He'd pushed aside his own grievances in favor of hers for now. This was going to be a trend, wasn't it?

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

The memory had taken the fight out of her. She lay like a rag doll in his arms, the crying renewed for the who the hell is still keeping count on it for the night. It hadn't been the memory she'd wanted. She'd deliberately tried to think of something that had nothing to do with either Gerwald or Katrine. She... She had failed miserably. And she was warm suddenly.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry..."

It was a private moment. It was not a moment that ought to have ever been shared between anyone other than the two people in it. There was such a big and important difference between saying that Gerwald had said that he saw her, and between... Between showing it. Pain, guilt, shame, it all coursed through her. It was one of her most treasured moments, wrecked beyond recognition because of what he had done to her, and still, it was something intimate and private. She had to run to Gerwald and tell him it was an accident, to apologize, to-

No.

She couldn't. She'd made sure she never would be able to.

"That wasn't..." she tried to explain between the tears, "that wasn't what I was thinking about. I swear. Force, I swear, Josh, I wasn't. I was thinking about my mission on Maramere, not about that moment... Please, you have to forget it. Wipe it out of your mind. That wasn't something that anyone should have seen, ever. How do I delete it from your mind?"

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The moment she brought up mind deletion, he was already on it. He had learned how to do it before, when he intended to wipe his own mind to escape the trauma of events after he'd lost his brother, but he'd never actually used it, never put it into action. Instead, it had been used to wipe the memory of Tallia Farn in order to save her from herself, after she had begged him - citing it was the only salvation left for the woman he'd once loved.

But he saw an opportunity to test it now, in a way that wasn't harmful at all if he did forget it. So he would take a deep breath, and allow it to work, remembering what he had done with Tallia... He had grown numb to the trauma that came with trying it now. Was he that far gone? Was he that heavily damaged? He didn't know. He tried not to think about it too much.

He didn't answer her. Instead, he stared out blankly into space. He hadn't given her any indication of what he was doing, but as it was a delicate thing, sifting through memories, he was taking his time with it.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

He didn't say anything. After a long silence, Scherezade dared to wipe her tears on the back of her hand and look up, only to see him staring blankly into space.

For a moment, she panicked. Ha he tried to do it and gone too far? Was his memory wiped entirely? What did a person look like or respond after such a thig?

She had no clue.

"Josh?" Scherezade squeaked, her hand moving up to touch his face, to try to check what was going on, the panic threatening to settle in harder.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The moment that [member="Scherezade deWinter"] touched his face, brown eyes would snap open, as he would look around the room a bit, eyes wide. The blonde would blink a few times as he seemed to recall where he was, at least, before he would stop when his eyes met hers. Eyes widening again when he saw her, he would tilt his head a bit as he would slowly begin to back up...

"... Who the hell are you?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade stared at horror. They were both naked to semi naked, unshowered, with the smell of liquor strong in the air. She'd asked about deleting a memory but Josh... He actually tried to do it and... Was this what backfired look like? Forget everything?

He didn't know who she was, which meant she was on a ship with a Jedi that could kill her, who was about to find out a Sith was there, and...

She just couldn't catch a break, could she?

"I'm Scherezade," she reminded him, her voice careful. She wished the knew how to cover her Force Presence. That would have made things a whole lot easier. "We've been here for a few hours crying about how much our lives suck, remember?" She didn't dare try to touch him. Not yet.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]