The Arbiter
Marcello remained silent as [member="Kiskla Grayson"] responded. It seemed like...almost no matter what he did or he did it, she managed to maintain some level of grace and poise in her responses. Even when he had been so bold as to brazenly kiss her on Mandalore, she'd not lashed out in attempt to end his life or otherwise physically maim him. In fact her hesitation and resistance had been so immersed in her typical quiet strength, he immediately regretted treating her in any other manner. However...that really wasn't his character. Marcello was a creature of extremes. The fire of his passion could melt anything and the chilling edge of his analytical mind and wit could freeze the same. Rarely was there...a middle ground. Kiskla was no exception, but she commanded the tide of his emotions when she was around. Completely.
It was a level of control that Marcello was realizing he was all too happy to allow to continue. Simmering at her touch and final words, Marcello returned to a more tranquil form of himself. What was not terribly evident by his posutre or intense gaze, however, was the passion that bubbled beneath the thin layer of his skin when around the only woman he cared deeply for. "I apologize for...lashing out." Twisting the hand that lay upon her shoulder around, the large Rogue took the Jedi's hand and brought it softly to his lips. "I scarcely deserve you and as for R9... Well let's just say he's not allowed to record our interactions. Never fear...I won't let you forget your moments of humanity."
Slowly, Marcello lowered Kiskla's hand back down to her side but maintained his grasp. Glacier-blue eyes seemed to ebb with his emotions but lingered in the moment. There was much to think about...mostly for things yet to come. For now though, he was happy to exist in this moment. "Yours is the only opinion that holds weight with me, Kiskla." Well that wasn't entirely true. Ryan remained ever important to Marcello as well, but it was different. He owed the young man an explanation, and he certainly would not allow his friend to walk in the dark of doubt and concern. The timing, however, would be critical. Ryan would not hesitate to do his duty, Marcello knew. The newly minted Knight was everything any Jedi should aspire to be.
"Also. These little brief visits, are going to drive me insane. You can't take a vacation, but I can do as I please. Keep that in mind if you ever hear the soft patter of rocks clattering against your window." Now if only it were true. Marcello was no more free to take a vacation than any other charged and accepting of the burden to serve the galaxy.
It was a level of control that Marcello was realizing he was all too happy to allow to continue. Simmering at her touch and final words, Marcello returned to a more tranquil form of himself. What was not terribly evident by his posutre or intense gaze, however, was the passion that bubbled beneath the thin layer of his skin when around the only woman he cared deeply for. "I apologize for...lashing out." Twisting the hand that lay upon her shoulder around, the large Rogue took the Jedi's hand and brought it softly to his lips. "I scarcely deserve you and as for R9... Well let's just say he's not allowed to record our interactions. Never fear...I won't let you forget your moments of humanity."
Slowly, Marcello lowered Kiskla's hand back down to her side but maintained his grasp. Glacier-blue eyes seemed to ebb with his emotions but lingered in the moment. There was much to think about...mostly for things yet to come. For now though, he was happy to exist in this moment. "Yours is the only opinion that holds weight with me, Kiskla." Well that wasn't entirely true. Ryan remained ever important to Marcello as well, but it was different. He owed the young man an explanation, and he certainly would not allow his friend to walk in the dark of doubt and concern. The timing, however, would be critical. Ryan would not hesitate to do his duty, Marcello knew. The newly minted Knight was everything any Jedi should aspire to be.
"Also. These little brief visits, are going to drive me insane. You can't take a vacation, but I can do as I please. Keep that in mind if you ever hear the soft patter of rocks clattering against your window." Now if only it were true. Marcello was no more free to take a vacation than any other charged and accepting of the burden to serve the galaxy.