The Spacer
"Yes," she said. "Let's begin." She reached up and explored my face with a delicate touch, setting my blood aflame with the press of her fingers to my collarbone. She held my eyes with hers, and touched her lips to mine. It was chaste, almost, and quite nice, even though I longed to feel her pressed against me, to feel her hair in my fingers and her tongue pressing against mine.
She pulled back, icy blue eyes boring into mind. For that moment, everything was still, as if reality had paused to witness her.
Then she looked away, and reality continued. She turned her attention to the frir, delving deep into the Force to facilitate the healing. Her presence in the Force brought a smile to my face, for she was as powerful as she was beautiful. I returned my attention the the frir's mind, to its weakened, but still marginally present urge to rip us apart. I'd thought it would be harder to focus, since I was so aware of her presence, but it was easier, in a way. The Force seemed to flow easier, now, turbulent, still, but manageable.
I could feel her healing take hold, feel the frir's wounds healing. I worked ever harder to cleanse his mind, to turn him into a true companion, or as close to that ideal as possible. I wasn't exactly a master at the technique, or even really experienced. But I was smart, and stubborn, and I wasn't about to fail.
Teenine had left at some point, returning with a box of parts and circuits. Probably for the protocol droid he was helping me build.
The frir's eyes snapped open. I could feel the strength returning to him. Now to see if my labor bore any fruit.
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]
She pulled back, icy blue eyes boring into mind. For that moment, everything was still, as if reality had paused to witness her.
Then she looked away, and reality continued. She turned her attention to the frir, delving deep into the Force to facilitate the healing. Her presence in the Force brought a smile to my face, for she was as powerful as she was beautiful. I returned my attention the the frir's mind, to its weakened, but still marginally present urge to rip us apart. I'd thought it would be harder to focus, since I was so aware of her presence, but it was easier, in a way. The Force seemed to flow easier, now, turbulent, still, but manageable.
I could feel her healing take hold, feel the frir's wounds healing. I worked ever harder to cleanse his mind, to turn him into a true companion, or as close to that ideal as possible. I wasn't exactly a master at the technique, or even really experienced. But I was smart, and stubborn, and I wasn't about to fail.
Teenine had left at some point, returning with a box of parts and circuits. Probably for the protocol droid he was helping me build.
The frir's eyes snapped open. I could feel the strength returning to him. Now to see if my labor bore any fruit.
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]