Ozymandias
By the grace of the Blackwall Empress,
Srina Talon
, Darth Empyrean was allowed to stay in their home again. Most nights he still slept on the couch, but what was a man to do after being dead for 20 years? He uttered no complaints, filling his days with chores and a constant, vague smile at the joys he could suddenly entertain. Cleaning without the Force seems like a chore, but for a man who knew nothing but pain and anger for so long, it felt like a warm bath on a cool night. The Dread Emperor hummed to himself as a classical song played on the sound system of their royal apartment. It was one of his favorites - a solo Alderaanian piano suite called 'The Kilik Variations', a relatively obscure but beautiful piece that held the sensation of deep, remorseful sadness layered under a bright hint of hope. Every dark note was matched or followed by something several keys higher - and it tickled his ears and sensibilities to no end.
Srina Talon
, Darth Empyrean was allowed to stay in their home again. Most nights he still slept on the couch, but what was a man to do after being dead for 20 years? He uttered no complaints, filling his days with chores and a constant, vague smile at the joys he could suddenly entertain. Cleaning without the Force seems like a chore, but for a man who knew nothing but pain and anger for so long, it felt like a warm bath on a cool night. The Dread Emperor hummed to himself as a classical song played on the sound system of their royal apartment. It was one of his favorites - a solo Alderaanian piano suite called 'The Kilik Variations', a relatively obscure but beautiful piece that held the sensation of deep, remorseful sadness layered under a bright hint of hope. Every dark note was matched or followed by something several keys higher - and it tickled his ears and sensibilities to no end.
He was adorned in an apron unbefitting a man of his reputation, but all the more fitting for the man he wanted to be. Food moved beneath his deft fingers as the rhythmic and almost concerning speed of his cuts echoed on the chopping block beneath it. A heavy enameled pot boiled on the stove near him, filled with a fragrent bone broth he made from scratch. The joys of being alive, he could go to the upper markets and not be recognized - at least not yet. He intended to enjoy that time while he could.
The cutting board was emptied of it's vegetable carcasses directly into the pot. Empyrean covered it, letting the simmer roil in its own flavor as he began to care for the Coruscanti Wild Fowl. There weren't actual wild fowl on Coruscant, but the rich on that world were exceptionally good about raising their own, and there was some marketing game they played by calling it 'wild', like an in joke nobody but a sufficiently high bank account holder would understand. A few cuts and it was cleaned, stuffed with the spices he bound only moments before.
A second pan was used to sear it, carefully cooking the skin of the bird so that the juices were trapped inside of it. Not that it mattered - it was more a texture thing than anything else. The braise itself would hold the flavor well enough, if not ingress it directly. Resting the bird into the stew, he covered it and moved to wash his hands. Just as he was drying his hands, he heard the familiar sound of a guard entering their abode. His smile faded as he glared at the trangressor into his peace.
"Speak.", he said in cold, sneering command.
"My Emperor. A guest has arrived looking for the Empress. Should we send them away?"
He contemplated exactly that for a moment, but he knew
Srina Talon
needed him to be some of the Emperor he was. With a heavy, exhausted sigh he motioned without a word for the man to send them in, while getting the feth out of his apartment.
Srina Talon
needed him to be some of the Emperor he was. With a heavy, exhausted sigh he motioned without a word for the man to send them in, while getting the feth out of his apartment.
(OOC: I assume people would come to see Srina on Jutrand from time to time, so I'm offering up a chance to meet with revived Empyrean. If you got ideas about the situation, let me know. or you want to come and try and kill him, that's cool too - just let me know what you got planned!)