Private Fly Me To The Moon

[Haro Aven]

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LOCATION: OUTER RIM TERRITORIES > SITH HOLY WORLDS > DOSTRA SYSTEM > ORBITING BROSI'S MOON > ABOARD THE WICKED WANDERER [interior layout]​

OBJECTIVE: SPEND SOME QUALITY TIME WITH Leshanna Dromar ... CONVINCE HER TO PROVIDE ACCESS TO PROFESSOR MADRONA'S LAB ​

TIMESTAMP: A FEW STANDARD WEEKS BEFORE THE SECOND INVASION OF BROSI​

Orbiting the black moon of Brosi, drifting in the void of space, The Wicked Wanderer looked like it belonged in Sith space—all hard angles and dark doonium and crimson under glow. Inside though, love was in the air. A baritone vocal crooned about love over a jaunty tune through the ship's speakers as Haro Aven waltzed into the central chamber holding a bucket of ice with a bottle nestled within it, making his way toward the crescent shaped couch where he'd left the gorgeous Leshanna Dromar in waiting.

"Flyyy me to the moon," Haro sang along with the voice as he shuffled a little dance step, mimicking the velvet tone of the singer's with perfect pitch. "And let me plaaay among the stars."

Like a leaf on the wind, he spun and danced closer, humming along to the song as it played on, before placing the bucket on the low table in front of the couch. He bowed low before Leshanna and offered his hand with the mock decorum of a courtier. The moment she took it, he grinned mischievously and pulled her in close with playful insistence, his arm wrapped comfortably around her waist as he lead her in a partner dance.

"You are all I long for," he sang to her, picking up the lyrics back up again, his bright green eyes twinkling with adoration. "All I worship and adore."

They danced through the low lit chamber, Haro leading his lover into spins and lifts, their bodies moving together with an effortlessness born from years of familiarity and trust. Despite having been apart for a couple months now, Haro found it incredibly easy to slip right back into where they'd left off.

As the song came to a close, Haro dipped her before bringing her back up into a snug embrace. He kissed her, taking his time to savor the feeling of her in his arms. Reluctantly, he pulled away so that he could gather up her sapphire gaze, a warm smile on his lips.

"I missed you."​

 

[Leshanna Dromar]

Haro Aven ​

It had been some time since Lesh had been able to find some true, quality time with her roguishly handsome lover, Haro Aven. So when the chance to have him all to herself, away from the prying eyes of Korriban and her duties, arose - Leshanna didn’t hesitate.

She bought a beautiful party dress to dazzle him with, and took extra care to make sure her appearance heightened her natural beauty, dabbing his favorite scent on her skin in several locations - all to woo her charming boyfriend and make sure this date of theirs would be one to remember.

With the whispers of war ever on the horizon, Leshanna didn’t know when she, or he and Naamino, would be called away. Or if she’d ever see them again. So she made the most of every private moment she could.

And thus here she was, aboard The Wicked Wanderer, listening to romantic music while lounging on a crescent shaped couch, watching Haro approached her with a swing in his hip and a melodic voice that sent a shiver up her spine, a bucket of ice and a glass bottle in hand. She watched with a gleam in her blue eyes and a coy smirk on her face as the young man spun his way closer to her, humming along with the song that filled the chamber. He set the bucket and the bottle down nearby, giving her a deep gentlemanly bow then offered her a hand the way a suave courtier might.

With a wide smile, she accepted the offered hand and let Haro pull her towards him with that mischievous grin that she so adored. He drew her closer and wrapped an arm comfortably around her waist as he led her into a dance to follow the rhythm of the music. He sang to her, voice melodic as his eyes glimmered with adoration and all Lesh could do was tilt her head and gaze upon him with a happy smile. It was moments like this that reminded her of how much she loved and adored him.

Together, they danced; he led her through spins and dips that she flowed into with elegance and grace, perfectly in time with him and the motions. She was almost breathless when the song reached its end and Haro drew her back to him in an embrace, a kiss awaiting her when she wrapped her arms back around him. They savored that moment of closeness, before he pulled away enough to capture her eyes with his own, smiling at her warmly as he told her he had missed her.

“Oh I’ve missed you too.” Leshanna confessed in a soft voice that was full of the depth of her feelings for him. She searched his bright peridot hued eyes, lifting a hand to run it through his black hair in a gentle caress. “And I am so thankful for this moment that we can have together. It has been too long.”