Drowning in Sorrows

[Onrai]

@[member="Nima Ven"]

Sadness.

There really was no other word useable to describe the feelings that Vitor Imperieuse felt right now. His wife, whom he had married and spend over half a year with, had told him that it was all a lie. She had left him, taking all her belongings, and their unborn child. Vitor had not gotten a good archaeological job since, and as of right now was spending more credits at the bar than at anywhere else, ordering exotic liqeurs and spirits to help drown out the sorrows of the heartbreak he had just suffered.

Or perhaps his sorrows were drowning him.

 

[Nima Ven]

Nima was just getting used to the feeling of being free. The freedom of walking the streets, the freedom of talking to whomever she chose. As she entered the second bar of the day, she span through the doors, a feeling of joy welling up inside her. Despite her obvious dark side connections Nima couldn't have seemed any happier. She made her way to the bar, sitting down next to @[member="Vitor Imperieuse"] as she ordered a drink.

As she waited, she turned to look beside her, scanning over Vitor once. "You're sad." She said simply toward him. Nima hadn't much socialized before, except with other slaves, slavers and her Masters. She grimaced a little, it was clear that she wasn't cut out for talking to anyone. She turned her body back to face the bar, just in time to wrap her fingers around the drink and take her fist sip.

 

[Onrai]

A red Twi'lek came over to him. She had a rare gift for empathy, that one did, and she was willing to confront him about what a somber shell of a man he'd become since Lilith had disappeared. She did indeed emanate a distinct aura of the Dark Side, but at the moment, he was beyond caring. All he could use was someone to take the pain away of Lilith's sudden admission of hating him. Not in the sort of way his mind thought, his cocked eyebrow being an expression of his being unsure of what the Twee's purpose really was. For her to come so suddenly, it would be possible for her to be an... Escort, for better lack of term.

"Indeed I am sad. Not sad enough that I need relief in the manner you may be implying, but someone to talk to would make it a lot nicer than what I'm doing now. It's bad for me."

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[Nima Ven]

Nima crinkled up her nose and furrowed her brows, causing delicate wrinkles to set in the space between them. She paused for a moment, before shaking her head a little. "I'm not an escort, or a courtesan." She felt rather offended and for a moment there was a small boost in the aura surrounding her. Just as suddenly as it picked up it faded once again as she spoke. "I'm just a curious mind I suppose." Nima her robes down a little. She was a third party mind with no intention of judging him. She barely even knew the man and Nima could use the freedom of speaking to whomever she pleased. Admittedly, it felt like freedom was a drug to her. "I'm a good listener. Talk away." It sounded more of a demand then an offer to be helpful, though Nima didn't exactly mean it that way. The young Twi'lek, for now, was completely oblivious to the social normality's.

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[Onrai]

Vitor nodded, smiling as he heard she was not one who plied such an unscrupulous trade. "That's good." He slowly stood up, giving a soft sigh as he did so, his focus on alcohol broken for the time being. "There's a bench we could sit on in a park not too far from here. If you want, since it's quieter and less crowded, we could go talk there. If not, I suppose we could still talk here, but it would be a little her to hear you over the noise.

And indeed, the ambient music, combined with the loud laughs and noise of the cantina's patrons, was making it ever difficult to hear her. Or maybe that was just the alcohol... She was cute, and while his moral restrictions prevented him from crossing the line, he was considering asking something of her.

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[Nima Ven]

The ambiance of the bar, admittedly, had been one of the reason's she came out here. Even so, she paid for her drink, finished it, then set the glass on the table. Nima wasn't about to miss the opportunity for a potentially interesting story. "Lead the way then." She pulled her robes down a little, letting the bunched up material sink to the floor as it stretched out. She was ready to listen, and of course, to interject where necessary. Nima found herself quite good at giving advice sometimes.

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[Onrai]

Smiling somewhat, Vitor turned and led the Twi'lek to the park bench. "It's not that good of a place in there. You never know when someone might slip something in your drink. Before you know it, you wake up naked in a bedroom not knowing how you got there." He vowed at this point that he wouldn't be stupid enough to go to a bar again.

Smiling, he looked her over, but felt something in her aura. It was... Damage. Scars. Something that Vitiate had imprinted on him during his time of being possessed.

"Were you a slave?"

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[Nima Ven]

Nima stiffed, her muscles tensed and her shoulders raised a little. She lifted her head a little, as if repressing the memory. She sat down on the park bench, making a show of arranging her robes over her legs. "Yes, I was." She glanced at the seat beside her, patting it softly with her finger tips. "But we're not here to discuss me." Nima had no desire to talk about her past just yet. She was still getting used to her new life and reliving her old one always brought tears and anger. She wasn't sure if she could control it as well as she'd like.

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[Onrai]

"It's okay." He quipped, considering his previous situation many years ago. "I was a slave too, to someone, and he tormented me. Horribly. Made me try to kill or corrupt my friends. It was terrible." He wasn't a slave in that sense, though - he was possessed by a Sith spirit. "But I'm free. And I'm guessing you called upon the Dark Side to free you?"

In truth, there was something he wishes he could do. A sign of humility and cordiality to the Twee across from him. Maybe she would let him give her a massage of the lekku.

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[Nima Ven]

Nima shrugged her shoulders a little bit as he talked. "I think you had it easy then. I didn't call upon the Dark Side, the Dark Side freed me. My Master saved me from my last slaver, I'm in his debt." She glanced down at her lap. At least he understood her in some kind of way, and she could understand him. An emotional connection wasn't what she was attempting, but it helped on some level. She could understand why he might feel a little more open to talk to her if he felt some kind of connection there. Nima pulled her knees up to her chest as she regarded him with cool, understanding eyes.

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[Onrai]

"I was possessed. I was host to Vitiate, the spirit of the most powerful Sith Emperor. He was the one who controlled Revan and Malak. He made me fight and convert my fellow Padawans. It was a horrifying experience, and I was out into stasis for six hundred years because of that." With a frown, he looked down in shame.

"I know this may seem a bit personal. But I would be willing to give you a massage of the lekku."

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[Nima Ven]

"Six hundred years..." Nima marveled a little at the great time span. She hadn't even seen 20 years yet. Though she supposed being in stasis, he wouldn't know much. His story was interesting enough, but she could tell that wasn't the reason why he was upset. He followed up with a question that made her hands instantly shoot to the tendrils protruding from her head. She didn't even realize you could touch them without causing them pain. When she was a slave her Master would grab them in such a way to cause her pain, but not brain damage. She shuddered at the memory then shook her head slowly. "Why would you want to do that?"

@[member="Vitor Imperieuse"]

 

[Onrai]

"I assume that you know rough handling of the lekku can cause intense pain and brain damage. However, gentle handling and massaging of the lekku brings a very pleasurable feeling, one along the lines of a good massage or a warm bath. I studied non-human physiology and culture, hence the knowledge I have of Twi'leks. Your species was featured prominently in the "humanoids" section."

A compliment. Hopefully it was received as intended.

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[Nima Ven]

Nima wasn't sure whether to blush or be intrigued. She glanced around the park for a moment or two before looking back at him with as threatening a look as she could muster. "If you hurt me..." She let her voice trail off. She wasn't exactly sure what she would do if she were hurt but she hoped he had a vivid imagination. She was putting an incredible amount of trust into him and she hoped he could see that as she turned with her back facing him. She pushed one of her lekku behind her shoulder, letting it settle against the curve of her back. Nima was tense, ready to turn around if needs be.

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[Onrai]

Cautiously , Vitor took his right hand and ran it up and down her lekku , treating it reverently, like something to be venerated. Touching his left thumb and forefinger together, he slowly and carefully ran them down her lekku, starting from the top down to the bottom, all the while making sure to not squeeze her lekku too tight. If he did, he would hurt her. Smiling, he looked over her shoulder, carefully massaging the single lekku - tchun - before looking at her.

"If you would be willing to give me your other lekku, it would be a bit easier to massage both at once."

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[Nima Ven]

Nima relaxed almost immediately, her shoulders sinking down a little as she felt the careful touch. She let out a satisfied ''mmm'' before tilting her head back a little. Her other lekku slid from around her shoulder to meet the other one, lining up next to her spine. Admittedly, she thought it would feel different, but it felt better then what she had originally assumed. "Have you ever done this before?" Her voice sounded far away, even to her own ears. It sounded too relaxed and open to be her own voice.

@[member="Vitor Imperieuse"]

 

[Onrai]

"Honestly, no. That is, not to an actual Twi'lek. I've merely studied it." With a smile, he now took one lekku in each hand and gently wrapped his hands around it - the left one around tchun, and the right one around tchin. Carefully, he ran his hands down her lekku, squeezing all the while(though not too hard) before the hands slid off and he began again, continuing to do this as she relaxed.

"I hope you're enjoying this. I also provide traditional Yaka foot massages as well as other exotic comfort treatments. It's something I used to do for my wife before, well..."

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[Nima Ven]

Her body relaxed back a little too much, her head tilted back, lengthening the amount of lekku dangling against the seat of the bench. For a moment Nima almost forgot where she was, before she snapped her eyes open and brought herself back into focus. "That's why you're sad then?" She strained her eyes trying to look back at him, but dared not turn her head for fear of hurting herself. She mostly ignored the rest of his speech, after all, she had got to the bottom of his emotional trauma.

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[Onrai]

Her leaning back was very helpful - it let Vitor massage her lekku all he way from their roots at the sides of her head to their tips. She would feel quite good as Vitor nodded to her. "Yes. She made me believe that I was the most important man in the world to her, someone she went through so much trouble to bring together with her. And it was apparently all a lie." He frowned, not letting the tears exit his eyes as he kept stroking and properly massaging the Twee's lekku.

He had to admit, he liked this.

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[Nima Ven]

Nima listened closely, all the while enjoying the relaxing sensation of his fingers. "It hurts when someone shows their true colors." Nima had never had any experience with a false persona. Everyone she had met previously had been twisted, both inside and out. Despite her how little she had interacted with the outside world Nima considered herself quite the advice giver. "You shouldn't let it get to you though. She isn't worth your tears."

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