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Home and Hearth

Darth Miseria

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Sahet'yaim [Sinner's Well]
Mid-Day
[member=Darth Ivum]
Home is where the heart is, as most people say.

The impressively large building stood in a secret location on the planet Ryloth. It hadn't always been their home, but it was home now. If you weren't looking carefully, Sinner's Well appeared to be nothing more than an oddly shaped rock face. But this place, to Dianah, was as familiar as the back of her hand.

A nondescript ship landed neatly a few miles away from the castle carved in stone. Dianah had particularly requested to touch down at a distance. The walk was a comforting and familiar one. Each step was like walking through a door into the past. The yellow dirt swirled up in intricate patterns as she made her winding way toward the carved path that would lead her home. Everything felt familiar. The dust as she breathed it in, the clear blue skies over head, the towering stone pillar that stretched beyond the heavens. Even the trees lining the secret way through felt like old friends. Her hand stretched out to graze gently along the soft, low hanging leaves.

It wasn't a very short walk to the lounge, where she knew she would be greeted with a warm welcome regardless of who was in. There was some measure of comfort in the fact that she could return home anytime, no questions asked. The steps up toward her destination were long and unforgiving but the reward at the end was certainly worth the wait. As she reached the top of the stairs a bustling noise came from behind the thick set of double doors that had been crafted to be the entrance. They were always watching. Always waiting for a hint of someone coming up the gruelling steps. To family or friend, the men and women her father had picked to attend the home were as loyal as any. A cheer of greeting washed over Dianah as she turned the heavy handle to swing the doors open.

Ah... Home.

At least twenty different voices came at her from all angles. All the well wishing, curious, relieved voices. It put a content smile on her face. They were like family. For they feared for her safety and her well being as well as looking after her utterly and completely. There were constant barrages of "would the young mistress like something to eat?", "perhaps I can escort you to your rooms?".

But, Dianah didn't feel like going back to her rooms just yet. She thanked the generous servants quickly, asking only for a large bowl of grapes. From the Sun Parlour she began to wonder through the large structure with a definite purpose. Her footsteps fell without hesitation. There was nobody home, after all. It didn't seem like Father was here. There would be far less staff in the Parlour if he was. There were definitely no sisters around, young and old alike, and krif knows where that brother of her's had gotten too. Nobody had heard from him in years. It was safe to say she was all alone.

That is why Dianah entered the Throne Room with confidence.

The towering black throne sat atop a neat set of stairs that covered the entire length of the room. It had always been a source of wonder to Dianah. How her Father could sit on it and look so regal and terrifying all at the same time had always been a mystery. She had seen him scare the whites out of people's eyes. She had seen him dictate and direct an entire households worth of people at a moments notice. She had seen him bring down mystery and destruction. All from this glorious, carved stone seat. Dianah leaned her head back and let out a loud, long laugh. It echoed across the chambers loudly, reverberating off the polished stone walls. In a matter of minutes she had made her skipping way up to the chair.

Almost cat like in her movements, Dianah set herself upon the Throne. Her legs stretched to their full length, coming to rest across one of the large armrests. Then she settled herself back against the other. A soft blissful sigh escaped her lips. Happy as could be, Dianah began to pick merrily at the juicy fruit she had brought along. From up here she felt like an invincible Queen.
 

Darth Ivum

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Sahet'yaim [Sinner's Well]
Mid-Day
[member="Dianah Vrorae"]
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Ivum lay in his room, wrapped up in the soft dark blue comforter that lay on the bed. He sat up slightly, resting his ginger head against the wooden headboard behind him. He let out a slow breath that was more akin to a heavy sigh as he attempted to pull himself into awareness from his sleep. A small grunt escaped his lips as he pulled his body out of bed and popped his back uncomfortably.

Yes, his sleep in his room in Sinner's Well had been the best he'd had since leaving his father's home years ago.

But, no, the cloud-like bed mattress and plush pillows and warm blankets did not help soothe the back and neck pain brought on by years upon years of sleeping on either a hard mattress, a cot, or the cold stone floor.

His arms reached up over his head and his fingers interlocked with each other. He applied pressure bit by bit and stretched out his shoulders and arms. Ivum rolled his head and heard his neck pop a few times so that he felt at least some small measure of relief run over his muscled form. His fingers flexed inward towards his palms several times as he popped each individual digit crack as his thumb pressed down on them until they sent out a loud pop! that echoed inside his empty chamber.

His dark brown eyes shifted as his mind cleared and he took in his not-so-new surroundings. To his right, there was a large window. On the left of that window, there was a desk that was crowded with notes and held a leather bond book in the very center of the dark wood. To the right of the window, there sat a simple long, cushion covered bench made of the same wood as the desk. On the other side of the room, stood a mirror and his wardrobe. Finally, on the left side of his canopied bed, there was a much smaller desk. On it smooth surface, rested Requiem, his tomahawk.

Ivum walked over to his wardrobe and opened the doors with an effortless tug of his arm on the handle. Inside it, lay all of his old clothes that were far to small for him now. As he stared at his clothes, still perfectly clean as the day he left albeit dust covered, he thought back on the days when he'd run around Dathomir and Sinner's Well, chasing his sisters around when he wasn't training with Father. The laughs of a younger, innocent, and different version of his former self sounded less and less like a sound borne of mirthe and became twisted into one he could no longer identify. It was odd, this sort of remembrance. It was painful, almost. To have the memory of the past, of a past life, and realize that it was something that he could never go back to or rect-... A female voice caused the man to snap out of his trance. He didn't hear what she'd said the first time.

"Excuse me?"

"Your sister, Dianah, is here, young master. She's just arrived. She seems to have made her way to your father's throne room."
He nodded a thank you and replied softly, "It will be good to see her again. Please don't inform her that I'm on my way." With that, the servant smiled and left his room and closed the door silently.

He smiled to himself as he changed into his normal light armor and placed Requiem on his right hip. In another instant, he was walking through the stone hallways, towards the ever-impressive Throne Room. He strode with a purpose, knowing what awaited him once he went through those doors. It wouldn't be Father, it would be Dianah doing something that the girl had no business doing as per the usual.

Ivum quietly open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, allowing the door to close without sound behind him. He walked on the carpet until he reached the first step that led up to the massive stone Throne that held his little sister. The seat did not fit one of her form but she did look like something in that seat that was far too large for her. She sat there, eating grapes from a bowl, sprawled out across the length of the stone resting place.

At least, his assumption had been correct.

Mockingly, however, he gave a small bow at the waist and spoke, his voice filling the massive room. It might've scared her, the man did sound very much like their father. A smirk plastered onto his features.

"Su'cuy, cyar'ika. How are you?"
 

Darth Miseria

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The heavy silence that had descended over the stone hall was a silence of two parts. One silence held the distant sounds of a busy house. It was a silence that came with the soft tapping of passing feet, the hustle and bustle of a kitchen preparing for dinner and the low hum of chattering in far away rooms. The other silence was her own. This silence held all the comforts of a home, once forgotten but now remembered. In this silence, Dianah felt all her stresses and worries seep out of every aching muscle.

​She looked the picture of tranquillity.

Until, that is, the low gruff sound of a male's voice disturbed her. It shattered both silences into a million pieces, leaving Diahan feeling rather like a broken mirror. Mostly because it sounded remarkably like her Father, which gave her the biggest fright of all. The bowl of grapes was next to destroy her serenity. It had come lose from her grip in the clutches of fear and crashed down hard against the marbled stone. Red and green grapes alike spread wildly over the floor, rolling this way and that. The final thing to broach the peace was Dianah's own voice that gave a startled cry of terror. This was followed by the heavy thump of her body slipping from the throne and unceremoniously landing on the floor.

Completely lost in the shock of falling, her head whipped violently toward the offender, with every intention of screaming and yelling at the rude interruption. Almost immediately her voice was lost to element of surprise. She could barely believe her eyes. They blinked furiously as if trying to rid themselves of some kind of falsified vision. What came after was a long silence of a third kind. This time the air hung with the awkward stillness of a family reunited. It clung desperately to the edges of the room as Dianah searched wildly for something to say.

'Ori'vod...'

The silence persisted for a few moments more before losing it's grip at the slow shuffle of her feet against the floor. Coming to a stand, she placidly brushed herself free of any dust and then stepped forward toward her brother. A blissful smile broached the plainness of her expression when she closed her eyes and lent forward to rest her forehead against his. There had been a million light years between them and a long stretch of years had gone by without a word. But still, he was family, and she embraced him as such. He was another reminder of what she missed most about Sinner's Well.

All to quickly her eyes snapped open. A wicked, mischievous look flashed wildly across them. They glared long and hard against his. The moment of tension was only broken by a high, sweet laugh. It rang long and loud through the old stone wall and was followed by her gasping voice.

'You're ginger!'

[member=Darth Ivum]
 

Darth Ivum

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He saw it, deep and subtle at first. The fire that glossed own her own dark eyes. They appeared to burn with a momentarily unrivaled fury for the simple fact that she had been interrupted in her private moments. A shift. A small change as she reeled back to reality, away from her swift assumption, away from the illusion that she had been disrupted without reason, that she appeared to be lost for an everlasting second in time.

Everything stopped. She seemed dazed and wonderfully confused at the sight of him standing in front of her.

Everything ceased to matter to the pair and they simply...

Were.

The fact that they were there, in the moment, in that room together was all that they knew to be true and real. The rush of it, the attack that threatened to overpower him in the vicious seconds that they were apart, washed over him in a tidal wave. The current was strong, almost irrefutable in its persistent tug. It threatened to drag him down and lead him to a watery grave if he didn't somehow resist the undercurrents.

And yet, anchoring him to that spot, was her. A sea of emotions raged around them both in those few moments of silence, but in the eye of the storm stood a brother and sister. He felt relief, joy... regret upon seeing her face clearly for the first time in several years.

'Ori'vod...'

Regret.

He left her when she was but a child. He decided to venture out and leave everything and everyone he loved behind. He cut his childhood short in search of a control that was greater than any liberty or freedom he'd ever known. For a brief moment, he wondered if she resented him for leaving so abruptly. She couldn't... Could she? No. No. She wouldn't... But, she just might. The thought ate away at him with every step that she took towards him.

Ivum's arms wrapped around her lithe frame and one hand reached up to rest on her head as dark fingers interlaced themselves into her long, brown locks. He could have held her there forever if he was able. There he stood, embracing her amongst the towering, bleak stone pillars of his Father's - his House's - achievements.

But, then, she pulled away and her features lit up suspiciously. With a high howl, she barked out, 'You're ginger!'
He chuckled lightly and nodded. "Well, now else will you tell the difference between Father and I, other than height?"

His hand fell down to her shoulders, holding her firmly. He looked down at her with surprisingly gentle eyes. "Speaking of which, where is Father?"

Then, as an afterthought, "You never did answer my question. How are you, Dianah?"

[member="Dianah Vrorae"]
 

Darth Miseria

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The delight she felt at having her brother standing before her after all these years was insurmountable. He had grown up so much since the last time she saw him though she had only been a tiny child when he left. She remarked to herself that a child's gaze really was the most flattering thing you can be held in. They know no judgement or disdain. She still held him in this high regard. When nobody had time for her silly games or her vivacious energy, Zellen was there. When the stress of the world piled too high on her Father's shoulders and spilled over into the home, Zellen was there. Dianah had very fond memories of their wondrous adventures exploring the house and playing at being great and powerful, just as their father was. The memories brought back such a sense of bliss that she couldn't help but show it on her face.

His fingers through her hair grounded her in such a way that the well of tears in her eyes blurred her vision. The swell of laughter in her throat died down to a soft sob. In the unstable mess that was the Galaxy, he was her rock and she had missed him dearly.

'Well I used to be able to tell. But, look at you... You're three times the size you were when you left.'

Both hands wrapped around his thick forearms and squeezed softly. Her voice quivered with the strain of holding back tears that should have fallen long ago. When he had first left she refused to believe it, spending most of her days traipsing the grounds calling his name in the hopes he would just be hiding away. So with stubborn determination Dianah had never found the time to be anything but incredulous at his leaving. She had merely remained hopeful.

Doing away with the formal pretence of a Mandalorian, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. It was then that Dianah realised just how long it had been and that she had no idea where he had even been. The flood of memories from long nights of searching and the constant sore throats from calling his name came washing over her.

'I'm fine. More than fine.' This was said, or rather mumbled, into his chest.

It was this stinging remembrance that brought forth an anger, hidden deep within. Anger for his abandonment and anger for the way he had left. Anger for leaving her behind. So, in the middle of their embrace, Dianah pulled back and thumped him solidly in the centre of his armour with a closed fist. Her eyes blazed with a fire that it hadn't for years. It was the fire of sibling contention. A fire that was forged in the billows of playful fighting turned real, of harsh words said across the dinner table, of abandonment without a word.

'Father?! You disappear for krif knows how many years and one of the first things you say to me is where's Father?! Where the hell have you been?!'

[member=Darth Ivum]
 

Darth Ivum

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But, look at you...

Yes, he supposed he did look quite different than he had when he left.

When he left his home years prior, he'd been only 5'10" and built with only the lean muscle prone to most adolescents. His black dreadlocks stopped just past his shoulders. His face was still rounded, holding on to the last semblance of childhood, seeking to somehow reverse time and present some of his innocence to the entire galaxy.

Now... Now, he looked like a red-haired, taller version of their father. The two were alike in everything from mannerisms to body build. So, it was no surprise that Dianah, or anyone else, would have been shocked at his new appearance. But, he was still the same, right?

No. He wasn't the same. Not at all.

He was still the same Zellen, wasn't he, in some way?

No. He wasn't the same Zellen that left the Well years earlier. He wasn't even Zellen anymore.

That part of him was forsaken.

Gone in what seemed to be a flash now.

'...one of the first things you say to me is where's Father?!

He let go of her and nodded. "Well, yes and no. I just want to know if [member="Darth Metus"] is actually here or not. I'm sure he has his moments when he isn't here and off on business of some kind with the Confederacy. But, no, in a sense that I did ask how you were before I asked about Father. Would you rather me ask about Hadashah instead of Father?"

He looked down at her with what appeared to be genuine concern flickering across his otherwise gruff facial features. His hand outstretched on its own accord with his palm facing towards the bleak stone ceiling. For a moment, it felt as though he never changed. The same Zellen that once left them as a boy had returned the exact same as when he left, caring and protective in every action towards his sister.

For the first time in what seemed to be forever, he felt something warm inside of his very core. At first, the name of that feeling - emotion - escaped him. But, still, he felt. Or rather, allowed himself to only feel. For now, there was no logic in the moment. There was no philosophy or code or even moral that came to his mind. There wasn't a memory or an anxiety.

There was, however, the present.

And within the present, there was his gentle and waiting hand for her to grasp. "And what of you, Dianah? How have you fared all these years?" he paused to laugh. "What have you been up to other than causing trouble around here?"

[member="Dianah Vrorae"]
 

Darth Miseria

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Her brother seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for the longest of moments. Dianah couldn't place what was wrong but she was too angry to try in the first place. It never occurred to her that leaving would have been just as hard for him as it was for her. His words passed her by in a blur. He was still the same as Father personality wise. Always thinking. Never stopping to feel. Something on the edge of his words made her snap back into a sullen reality. For a moment she couldn't figure out why on earth he would bring her up. Why drag up the horrific memory and the depressions they brought with them? Then it dawned on her, slowly but surely. He didn't know.

Dianah reached out to take his hand. It was shaking lightly and when she finally found it her grip was tight. Her eyes flooded with tears again and she averted her gaze from him. There were no words to make what she was about to say easier. That meant, for a few moments, Dianah had no words at all. Her jaw moved up and down dumbly, trying to grasp at anything that would soften the blow. But it was hopeless.

'I-...'

A long, deep sigh filled the silence of the throne room. It shook with the grief that had, at the time, overcome the whole house. He had been gone too long. Dianah didn't know enough about him anymore to have any inkling of how he might react or what he might do. It made her nervous to come out with the truth. She hadn't said anything yet but she could feel the powerful force signature seeping from his very bones. There was enough sight in her to be able to recognise that he was someone more than just her big brother now. Perhaps even someone else entirely.

'Hadashah... She-.'

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. It didn't feel right to give him the news. It felt like something Father should have done. But she was here now and so was he. He had to know and one way or another, he would find out. It was best that it came from her.

'She died, ori'vod. I have no other information to give you. But she no longer walks among us.'

[member=Darth Ivum]
 

Darth Ivum

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His eyebrows furrowed with confusion and concern. She was shaking one minute and the next she was gripping his hand in a death-like vice. She couldn't seem to put words together or bring her voice to let off a single sound. Something was certainly wrong but he didn't know what it could be. Was it something about Father? Was she still angry that he'd asked about Father's whereabouts? No, she couldn't be. It wasn't anger that he felt coming from her small frame. It was sadness.

What about Hadashah? Perhaps it was about her. But, what could be wrong with her? There was so much to sort through. Did something horrible happened to her? Was she gravely injured? Was she ill? Was she... dead? Oh, for the love of Ragnos, she couldn't be dead. There was no way in the galaxy that she was dead. She simply could not be gone. 'No,' he reasoned. 'She isn't dead,' he repeated to himself in his mind.

'Hadashah... She-.'
"What about Hadashah? Is she alright, Dia?" he whispered in a raspy voice as she held his close and wrapped her arms around him once more. It felt as though he knew what she was about to say. He didn't want to admit that he somehow knew that Hadashah was gone. But, he tried to hide it even as the water in his eyes threatened to compromise his composure. She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead. She wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't. Hadashah, she couldn't be dead. Not the Hadashah he knew. Not he one looked after while she was a babe whenever Father wasn't home to care for her. Not the same vibrant and persistent Hadashah that Father himself had practically raised from the time she was born. She couldn't be dead.

He clung onto Dianah with everything he had, hoping and praying that she didn't tell him that one of his youngest sisters that he remembered was just gone. His hand found her hair again and stroked it as a way of calming both her and himself.

She couldn't be.

She wasn't.

'She died, ori'vod...'
But, she was. Hadashah was dead. It did not make sense. Rather, he couldn't make sense of it. He didn't hear the rest of what she said. To Ivum, the rest didn't matter at all. His sister was dead and he couldn't save her. He wasn't even here to try and save her. He couldn't do anything about her death now... expect mourn the loss. Ivum wanted to cry, he felt like doing it then and there. All he wanted was to fall apart and perhaps, for an instant, not have to be the protective older brother that he always was. His defenses were utterly shattered and broken into millions upon millions of pieces, so far scattered that he wouldn't have the strength to put himself back together for another few hours. But, all he did was hold Dianah tightly to him. That was all he could do. He would have his own time to remember Hadashah as he'd known her, but now he had to be there for Dia.

And yet, Hadashah couldn't be dead. That adorable and innocent child he'd seen in Father's arms, wrapped in the softest blanket they had couldn't have died. The small toddler that Ivum helped learn to walk couldn't have died. The girl he'd chased around the Well until Father yelled at them to sleep could not have been dead. She couldn't be, not while he was here to prevent it.

There was the problem.

He hadn't been here to help.

He hadn't been here to protect her.

He couldn't save her or even try because he hadn't been there.

All at once, his agony evaporated. There were no longer tears of sorrow and grief that filled his own orange, feral eyes. There was only anger and hate aimed at himself. His grip on the teenager in her arms tightened. How could he have been so karking selfish all of this time? How could he have been so blind? He could have come home years earlier, forsaken his Master, and learned at their Father's side. He could have simply not left at all.

But, he chose to go and he chose to stay away for as long as he did. When his family needed him, he wasn't here for them. How could this have gotten past him so easily? In all those years away, he could've at least checked in with his Father to see how thing were with his sisters. All of the regret and longing and homesickness from when he was a boy came rushing back to the forefront of his mind. How could he have condemned his family, his younger sisters, to such a fate as to lose such a young child from their fold? Was he truly so forgetful? So heartless that the possibility had not crossed his mind even once?

Of course not. His head had been focused on his training. Honed into the daily routine of getting up, eating, dueling for hours, eating, dueling, resting, studying, and dueling some more. His family hadn't been his priority. He didn't even begin to wonder if they were all okay and at least alive. But, he did make a promise to himself. In that moment, he vowed that nothing would ever harm Dianah. Not while he could help it. Nothing would ever harm her, in any way. She would never want for anything that he could provide her. They would never now loss again.

So, having resolved this vow, he raised his head and spoke one word into the silence of the Throne Room.

"How?"

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
 

Darth Miseria

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The world slowed to a dizzying pace. For a moment everything outside of herself and Ivum disappeared like a star slipping into a black hole. It was there one moment and the next it was nothing. It all felt false, save for his tight grip around her middle. She knew how much it would sting him to hear this news. Her heart wept for him and their lost sister. There was no chance for him to say goodbye. There was nothing to say of the closeness brought on by grief that glued the family together. How could she be angry at his leaving now? All of this was punishment enough.

But suddenly, his grip was too tight. The air didn't feel full of sorrow anymore. It felt full of an angry rage that shook the very foundations of the house. Dianah didn't know what to do save for remain completely still in his arms. Hot, heavy tears escaped from the corners of her dark eyes. There were two reasons for these tears. One was for the family member that had been ripped without warning from their aliit. The other was for her brother. He was still Zellen, but he wasn't. She could feel it in the very bones of him now. Something had changed during all that time he spent away. Something inside him wasn't the same young boy that had danced with her around the house.

There would be no use in asking any questions. She would get no worthy answers from him. The time for talking could come later. For now, Dianah would be here for him. Even though she was tiny compared to him she tangled her arms around him as much as she could. His heart beat steadily in time with hers. In that moment, they were one, for there is no bond stronger then that of brother and sister.

Some part of her shrunk back at his question. That was something she hadn't expected. When she first found out her reaction wasn't to question. It drew her back to the thought that he was just like Father.

'I don't know how, ori'vod. I didn't ask. I didn't want to know.'

Her voice still shook with sadness. The warm tears streaming down her face had soaked through the weave of his armour now. She could feel the wetness of them against her face. If it were possible, she pressed against him in an even tighter embrace.

'I've missed you.'

[member=Darth Ivum]
 

Darth Ivum

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[SIZE=9pt]'I don't know how… I didn’t want to know’[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She didn’t want to know... Why [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]wouldn’t[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she want to know? What kept her from wanting to know? One moment he was seething with anger, feeling her press ever closer to his body. The next he was drowning in the sorrow that belonged to him and her. He could feel the tears that would eventually soak through his leather armor, causing the material to stick to his body. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He knew that he couldn’t blame her. It wouldn’t be right to blame her. Maybe she had her own reasons for not wanting to know. Maybe it was better that she didn’t. Perhaps, it, too, was better that he didn’t know why or how Hadashah died. After all, he wasn’t sure how he would react… or what would happen if his reaction was violent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His grip loosened and the stiffness faded from his muscles. He looked down at Dianah and smiled softly. It was a sad smile, yes. But, it was also one filled with reassurance. He held her out at arm’s length, stepping back until her hands rested in his once more, gently this time. Without care. Without despair. Without [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]anger.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] He vowed to protect her and he would do so. Ivum was determined to never leave her again. He wouldn’t leave her to face the unknown all by herself, he would walk with her every step of the way if that was what it took to protect her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]<”I promise I won’t leave you, Dia. Never again will I leave you the way I did all those years ago.”>[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The vow resonated within their minds when he meant to say it out loud. His mouth moved in an attempt to form words. Yet, it was not his voice that spoke for him, it was his mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He locked eyes with her as he tried to speak again. This time, he focused on his mind. <”Can you hear me, Dia? Do you feel what I feel?”>[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"][/SIZE]​
 

Darth Miseria

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Dianah inhaled a deep, steadying breath. When Ivum drew her away from him she wiped the tears from her eyes with the corner of her sleeve. They would be okay. They would be more than okay. The wound would sting for a while, as it had done back then, but time was a great healer. It would repair and mend this hurt, just as it did many others. At the end of it all their bond would be stronger for it.

The room wasn't so heavy with the weight of anger anymore. Dianah had long forgotten the anger she felt for Ivum and it seemed that Ivum had forgotten his anger about Hadashah. No, it was wrong to think they had forgotten. Tucked away was a better way to describe it. Even so, the atmosphere had changed. There was an electric feel to the air that made every hair on her body stand up straight. Even in the relatively warm throne room, she felt the sudden chill of an unwavering force at play. It was a powerful magnetism that filled the space between them. Even though there was nothing said about it, she knew Ivum could feel it too.

His booming voice coursed through her, reaching to the furthest corners of her mind. Dianah watched his lips move, but no sound seemed to be coming from his throat. It all echoed in her head, loud and clear. Her eyes shut tightly at the sound of it. It filled her with an indescribable sensation.

<'I can hear you. I-... It's like I'm thinking what you're about to say.'>

In the midst of his words she could also feel every emotion reeling from him. Confusion, anger, sorrow, joy. It all came crashing against her like a heavy tidal wave. It was enough to make her grip his forearms to steady herself. Ivum's piercing brown eyes made Dianah open her own slowly. When she did they were filled with the bewilderment of something strange and new. But strange new things were also exciting. She wouldn't be Dianah if she wasn't excited by it all.

<'Zellen... What is this? What's going on?'>

Letting the words flow from her mind instead of her throat was almost instinctual. Like they had always been linked together this way. It wasn't something you could teach or learn. It wasn't something you could try to explain with words. It just was.

[member=Darth Ivum]
 

Darth Ivum

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<'Zellen... What is this? What's going on?'>

For a moment, he ignored the fact that she'd used his birth name. Even if it was all in their joined minds. It still had him visibly cringe and wince. Yet he made no move to correct her. There was the matter at hand, a more important matter, that needed to be addressed.

What, really, was this thing they had going on?

Was it telepathy?

No... Well, yes but no. Yes, in that they were able to communicate by sending each other thoughts. But, no, because he would feel her. Her health and feelings became his own. He knew everything she felt and everything she thought. He did not, however, know all that she knew. But, he could feel if something was wrong and if she was alright. Like now, he could feel that this...bond? gave her some sense of unease.

It was certainly odd. But, it felt natural. Almost like second nature to him. It just happened. It wasn't something they could explain, but it was justified. They were the justification.

He looked at his sister wordlessly, easing up on his grip. He dropped his arms all together and took a step back.

<"Do you think this is one of those Force Bonds? Do those occur between family members?">

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
 

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