Private Skywind || Fauvel, Luna

[Abel Denko]

SKYWIND ESTATE

Timeline: Prior to the events of The First Stand...

The nights had been long.

Abel was a man who kept his word. He had learned to value such during those harsh days on Nar Shaddaa. When a man had nothing, the only thing of true value was his word. Or, at the very least, that is how the saying went. And when Abel had nothing, he had made that into something by staying true to his promises. In the present day, that manifested itself as a number of responsbilities - all of whom competed against one another on the daily. Yet, no matter how daunting the plate, the Knight did his damndest to attend to it all.

For months now, he had been juggling the demands of lordship and of being an Obsidian Knight. With a fresh monarch being crowned on Naboo, House Denko demanded that their liege be present as often as possible. There were so many galas and other social soirees that needed his attention. Why? Because attendance meant proximity. And proximity meant getting in the good graces of the monarch. Abel had no desire to "kiss ass" his way into being a household name. He would much rather the merit of his family's product - wine - speak for itself. Yet, he had vowed to listen to their advice. He was a man of his word.

Conversely, the concerns of the nation were monumental. As an Obsidian Knight, Abel had to travel all over the Southern Systems, attending to threats great and small. At times, that meant aiding in the containment of an artifact run amuck. At others, it was as simple as enforcing local law. His duties as a Knight demanded that he was anywhere but Naboo. And his duties as Lord meant that he needed to stay his ass home. Despite this, he managed by keeping a dizzying schedule. All of this to stay true to his word.

But, most recently, he had placed one vow a little higher than others. That of mentor and guide. Abel was fortunate enough to find two souls who were willing to accept his tutelage. Two souls who were as different as fire and ice. Yet, they were similar in that Abel would take a blaster bolt for either. The first was Fauvel Astier - a Starweird of noble origins. The second was Luna Evanstance - an urchin of the streets just like he. Though vastly different, he had vowed to them both to nurture their skills and to protect them. Because of this, Abel had tarried home at Skywind Estate. The latter of his charges, Luna, would tarry there with him on a more consistent basis. Fauvel, conversely, would stay for brief spans at a time.

He had vowed that they could count on him. And he fully intended on keeping his word.

At the present day, Abel awoke feeling as unrested as usual. His hours of rest were few and far between - due to burning the midnight oil to ensure his duties were attended to. Nonetheless, when he descended to the kitchens, he would find that he was not the first to awaken. He was greeted by the smell of breakfast - but it wasn't the hands of attendants or droids that were responsible. With eyebrows raised, Abel turned the corner, only to find the pair giggling whilst flipping pancakes. "Okay, clearly, I'm hallucinating." he joked, before being enthusiastically told to sit down at the table. With hands raised in defeat, the Knight slumped into his seat.

Sometimes, keeping one's word resulted in the best blessings.​

Fauvel Astier | Luna Evanstance

 

[Fauvel Astier]

Location: Skywind Estate.
Wearing: XxX.
Tagging: Abel Denko ~ Luna Evanstance

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As everything that was born on the lands she held authority over, Fauvel Astier was a creature of Darkness. It loomed around her permanently, just like the ashy clouds that kept the rays of sun from touching her city. The Darkness was at the core of her essence and reigned her heart, a devotion held for it that knew no match. And so, it was a mystery to all who did not know them the reason why her shadows seemed most at ease when nearing Light. Abel had become her mentor and friend, someone she looked up to and care for. He was, perhaps, the only person around whom the haunting Red Lady of Blood Reign could be at ease.

Here she was nothing but Fauvel Astier. Unhaunted by the responsibilities of titles and the dangers they posed against her that awaited for her at every corner in the planet she called home. Her time with Abel had been cut short, but the young woman missed not a chance to leave, even if briefly, and visit him. Their bond had grown important to her, and Fauvel was nothing if not fiercely protective over anything that held her care.

Her latest visit had come with a surprise. Abel had taken on another apprentice, Luna Evanstance . Fauvel had always been slow to trust, and this trait had done nothing but achieved the ultimate form of skepticism after her life was put under constant scrutiny, the cornered beast that held on to life while the vultures circled above. However, she trusted Abel. Here, within Skywind, her guard was down. If Abel had welcomed Luna's presence, then the Illyrian would too.

It had only been a few days since her arrival to Skywind, she was getting to know this new acquaintance and the young woman took a liking to Luna quite quickly. A nobleborn, it was very rarely that she found herself within a kitchen doing such a common task such as cooking. Her chores usually involved making sure a province of tens of thousands did not fall apart, rather than domestic work. So, she had taken to following Luna's lead, who knew her way better around this little endeavor they had set themselves up to. Making breakfast.

The two silvery cinpeliers, forever wrapped around her wrists, dangled freely while she made sure the pancake she was working on did not burn, like the green eyes woman had shown her to. She could feel Abel approaching before he actually made it to the kitchen, and the glowing red gaze of the starweird settled on Luna, a playful glint in her eyes. "The Sleeping Beauty finally arises..."

 

[Luna Evanstance]

Skywind Estate. Luna had found herself at its doorsteps almost a week ago from the day. It had been unexpected and new and she still couldn’t figure out how she felt about it all. There had been the opulence of the large estate; she had only seen such places in holo films and even then, she couldn’t have imagined everything along with it. She had grown up in a dirty, underground bunker and from there, upgraded to freighter which had been her home for fifteen years. But the young Smuggler hadn’t only been adjusting to such a place of living but it was the wait staff, the food, and the clothing and mannerisms of everyone that resided or worked there. She had realized rather quickly that she stood out and not quite in the way she had hoped.

There had also been the pills and booze. Luna hadn’t expected to stay long and her supply of her white companions had all but dwindled down even with her cutting back. It had caused more turbulence within her mind but she had been offered little but no choice. Luna found the bed too big, the refreshers too hot and there were new foods and smells and everything alike. She didn’t sleep and when she did, most times her own protests would wake her leaving her sweaty and restless. This meant that Luna never missed a sunrise. She missed her ship and she hated to admit it, but she almost missed Happy too. Part of her knew she didn't have a place in this world. But she promised Abel she'd try. There wasn't a day, however, despite the security and the promised safety that she didn't wonder when the shadows of her past would catch up with her. She could feel it; as if it was a storm bubbling on the horizon looming closer and closer every day.

But it wasn’t all bad; Luna had done her best to resume some sort of normal persona and keeping her past as close to the sleeve as she could. It was hard around Abel; Luna had never met a single person who had been able to disarm her like he did and it scared her some. And it hadn’t been long before Luna was introduced to someone else, Fauvel Astier; a rather interesting person that Luna had many questions about. She was clearly well off or nobility herself and yet, unlike Able in the light, she clearly clung to the shadows. There was nothing wrong with the other woman; Luna had just only known one person up to this point that hadn’t let her down. She trusted Able’s judgment but Luna would let her own instincts run a course over the woman before deciding.

“You got it, see it’s not too hard.” Luna sat on the counter next to the gasser watching the other woman learn how to make pancakes. The Smuggler had already been up before dawn prior to Fauvel and had cooked up some other breakfast essentials, leaving her to try and bond with her, as new, hard, and different as it was for Luna. Her white hair was messy as usual, her eyes tired and her overall appearance was as casual as it got.

“Wait until it bubbles on the top and then flip it. If not, it’ll go all over the place.” Pointing out the bubbles starting to form, she instructed her to flip it, confident she could handle it, leaning in some getting a whiff of what smelled like expensive galactic perfume. “It’s best when it’s a bit crispy golden on the outside and fluffy on the inside.”

It was clear that Fauvel was not as inclined to cooking as she; Luna was beginning to realize she was definitely the odd woman out. She had come from some bunker on Corellia with a personality to boot. She would have been lying to herself if she hadn’t noticed the odd looks from a being from time to time with her messy, short white locks and an equally messy personality to go along with it. But despite it, the young Smuggler could at least have her skills in the kitchen.“There you go, you got it. Along with…” Luna flung a tiny bit of batter on the other woman’s face, sticking her tongue out and giving a devious look. “Bit of batter on your face.”

But they weren’t alone for long; Abel had made his way into the kitchen where most of the place settings were ready. "Okay, clearly, I'm hallucinating." Luna could hear the exhaustion in his voice; she knew he’d been busy but it was clear sleep wasn’t on the agenda very much. Crossing her legs from where she sat on the counter. “Keep your backside down there, Handsome.” Luna’s flirtatious personality always managed to take the reins in any situation and with Abel, it was all too easy; only causing her to push the little spark she felt deep within down with all of her other unkempt feelings.

"The Sleeping Beauty finally arises..." Luna smirked, instructing Fauvel on the last pancake before hopping off the counter and pouring them all into some cafe. Bringing Abel’s to him, she looked down at his tired appearance before taking a long sip of her cafe with an equally long gaze over his whole figure. “Someone hasn’t been sleeping enough.” ​

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[Abel Denko]

SKYWIND ESTATE

The Sleeping Beauty finally arises...

It was almost surreal to see the interaction between the two. The flecks of batter now settling upon Fauvel's face. The mischeivous grin plastered upon Luna's. It seemed that, for just that moment, both of their burdens' were momentarily stayed. The alabaster Starweird, for but an instant, could focus on something other than the arcane realities of Ilyria. And Luna could set her mind on something other than the nightmares that were her past. Skywind Estate was the furthest thing from perfect - but at least it could be a reprieve for those the Knight cared about.

After being instructed to seat, with a flirtatious complement no doubt, Abel momentarily settled into his seat. His fingers idly drummed upon the tabletop until caf arrived in a piping hot mug. As Luna deposited the nectar of the gods into his grasp, she remarked on his lack of sleep. "Sleep is a luxury even I can't afford much of." he chuckled at his own jest. Technically rich beyond measure, but he couldn't buy something that was free? Hilarious. With a gracious nod he then accepted the first sip of caf. It was beautiful. Robust. It would stave off the exhaustion just long enough for him to enjoy breakfast.

The mug was settled down with a satisfied sigh.

Ah, and speaking of the day. He reached out his dominant hand. His will saw a datapad hover across the room before settling into his waiting grasp. "And how are my two favorite ladies doing this morning?" he asked of them both, before powering the device on. Abel was then greeted to a symphony of notification chimes - all of which caused his expression to dull ever so slightly. Though he often hid it well from his apprentices, the man was stressed. His dominant hand set about swiping away much of the bullchit as he could. Finally, he paused as one crossed his vision. A genuine scowl dominated his features.

"Of frackin' course." he seethed, before practically tossing the device onto the tabletop. "Always jamming your goddamn nose in..."

Abel quickly realized he wasn't alone and composed himself. A swig of his caf allowed him to "fix his face" before he waved away the words. "Don't mind me. Older brother is coming to town is all."

The word brother tasted vile.

Luna Evanstance | Fauvel Astier​

 

[Fauvel Astier]

Location: Skywind Estate.
Wearing: XxX.
Tagging: Abel Denko ~ Luna Evanstance

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There was a rich laughter that came from the Illyrian as she felt the batter sticking to her pale cheek, which she then proceeded to wipe off. For a second, she was transported to her infancy, times when she'd spend the afternoon in the kitchens simply observing and conversing with the Widow's Wail workers. She had been a happy child, and to most it would have been unthinkable that a childhood that was recent seemed so far away. Now Fauvel no longer new easy days, except when she was here.

"Certainly not terrible for a first time. I seem to have a good eye for picking teachers." She said, a mixture of honest compliment and teasing in her voice. Even without getting into the topic of the Force, there were several day to day life skills that she had only picked up in the later years. Abel had taught her how to pilot a ship, now Luna was teaching her how to make a meal. Perhaps this things could be inconsequential in the grander scheme of things, but they brought a sense of normalcy into her life that was highly appreciated.

The pale, clawed hand of the starweird offshoot wrapped around the caf mug after she had brought the pancakes to the table. Her physical body was nothing if not vestigial, a mere...construct that allowed her a solid presence in the world. In truth, she had no need for food or drink, but that did not mean she could not enjoy them.

Another thing Fauvel was, was observant. Her glowing red gaze danced between Abel and Luna. She could see the tiredness looming over both of them. The young witch had a good idea of what the source of Abel's was, but Luna was still a bit of a mystery to her. There was however a certain feeling, a stirring in the air around her that caused a slight concern. However, there was no way for her to place her finger on what it was. So, for the time being, she let it be. There were no doubts that they would be spending more time together, they both had a lot of learning to do when it came to one another.

"Another day, another try" she answered, a small smile on her lips before she took a sip of the dark, bitter caf. She was, of course, doing well. Much better here than she usually did when in her own home, even if she still managed to find it within her to miss Blood Reign. "Slept better than either of you, I presume - and that is saying something." Besides food and drink, another thing she did not strictly need was sleep. Instead, she fell into a trance that allowed her mind to get lost in the waves of the Force and escape its own machinations if only for a while. She did not truly sleep.

As Abel summoned the datapad to himself, her hands reached for the adornments that were attached to the ends of her stark white hair, much like Luna's own. As soon as the heavy ornaments were removed, the strands of white began floating up into the air around her. By now, Abel was used to the sight, but the half-Arkanian wasn't - something Fauvel was momentarily unaware of.

There was an eyebrow raise as the curse left Abel's mouth, not in reproach but in curiosity. Older brother? For the time being, she said nothing more. The look in her eyes was enough to show she was waiting for him to share more on the matter.

 

[Luna Evanstance]

"Certainly not terrible for the first time. I seem to have a good eye for picking teachers." The snowy-haired smuggler gave a lopsided grin at Fauvel as she seemingly hadn’t minded the batter to the cheek. “Well, one of us is a good teacher.” She was teasing in full and her voice dripped with a hint of playfulness as she spoke and gave a glance in Able's direction. The fact that her fellow student didn’t seem to mind her demeanor was a plus for Luna.

"Sleep is a luxury even I can't afford much of." She felt that one in her own way. Luna nodded before returning to her spot watching Fauvel finish up the last pancake with ease. Nodding to her in approval she pushed the plate over to her to put in there before bringing it over to the table with everything else. "You won’t be doing anyone well if you aren’t sleeping.” It was a rather straight but honest response and she had meant it with care as her tone reflected as such. Refilling her own mug the young Smuggler plopped in one of the seats. "And how are my two favorite ladies doing this morning?"

Luna took a long sip of her cafe before placing it back down on the table with a gentle thud. “Well… I think I scared the maid…” Luna started slowly. “She refused to make eye contact with me after passing me in the hall on the way to the kitchen.” She let the words hang in the air for a moment before letting her elbows lean on each side of the place settings. “She must have thought I was gone and came in. I forgot my clothes in the bedroom and I walked out butt as-” Luna coughed before finishing rather short and bluntly. “She saw my junk and ran out.” She gave a slight shrug before returning to her coffee. And observed as the other woman’s long clawed fingers gripped her own morning drink. She was fascinated as a being and Luna was still as curious as before. "Slept better than either of you, I presume - and that is saying something."

Did she see through her? Luna tried to play it off with one of her usual grins but inside she questioned how much the other woman could see through the facade she was trying to rebuild since arriving. “Sleep? That’s what the dead do.” Starting to serve the pair’s place settings with some of the many breakfast foods, Abel was upset enough to start cursing at the datapad that he had picked up. Her brow furrowed some as she was not used to seeing him upset. "Of frackin' course. Always jamming your goddamn nose in..." Luna rose her eyebrows but didn’t judge him for being upset. "Don't mind me. Older brother is coming to town is all."

The tone was there; she knew the anger and frustration and the venom all too well that filled Abel’s words. The two of them had some personal conversations prior to her coming here and from what he had said his brother had helped him out of how to own a not-so-great past. There was something missing from the narrative and she left herself to fill in the blanks. Either that, or he had another brother she was not aware of. But she didn’t verbally say such as she wasn’t sure what he had shared with Fauvel and it wasn’t Luna’s story to tell. Instead, she looked over at the fellow woman and was distracted for a moment by what was going on. “Waiiiit. What the-?” Luna just watched as the woman’s hair floated around her like a specter. She didn’t say anything for a bit but watched as they satisfyingly made their place around her skull. “That’s some volume there, my friend.”

Leaning back in her seat once the food was served, she turned back over to a very frustrated Able, placing a hand on his shoulder trying to help give him a bit of ease. “Hey, I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll work out. Is there anything we can do to help?” She paused a moment, imitating a punch with one fist into the palm of her hand. "If all else fails, I can just show him some Corellian tough love." ​

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[Abel Denko]

SKYWIND ESTATE

You won't be doing anyone well if you aren't sleeping.

As Luna replied, it was as if a weight settled upon the man's shoulders momentarily. He knew that he was burning the candle at fourteen ends. He knew that there was no end in sight. He knew that there was no logical way he could keep this up forever. Yet, for the life of him, he did not yet have the answer. But, his student was right, he wouldn't doing anyone any favors by depriving himself of rest. "Can't say you're wrong about that, Luna." he replied, punctuating his thoughts with a sip of his caf. By the time the vessel settled back down upon the table, the pair had begun to ferry their labors over.

Putting it bluntly, the spread looked divine. It was lacking the opulence that came with noble meals. In fact, it reminded Abel of when he'd wake up as a child and scamper out to the kitchen. Those were some of the few good memories he had of growing up - moments where his sire and mother were overly affectionate over the stove. Where his elder brother was playing with a rolled up cardboard tube, thinking it was a lightsaber. Where his sisters were sticking toys in each other's hair. All while the smell of pancakes filled the air. A light smile graced his lips at the breakfast, and at the memories they kicked up. His tone was light as he said: "You guys didn't have to. Thank you."

He shook himself out of memory lane and asked how the pair were doing today. Summoning his datapad over in the process. Luna then recounted how she had scared the maid, a fact that he was not overtly surprised to hear. The staff were as skiddish as the local nobility. But Abel nearly choked on his own spit when Luna concluded she saw my junk and ran out. "For the record, define junk." he said, unable to keep from grinning. The implications were too funny to let her off scot free. "I wouldn't think anything of it though." he said, waving his offhand. Fauvel, conversely, remarked that she slept better than either of them.

"Oh ho, watch out, Lady Astier's got jokes." came his reply, coupled with a tired smirk. Beings of her unique heritage didn't need traditional sleep. Just like how their hairlines didn't need traditional gravity. Her ivory locks seemed to hover after she took out her accessories - a fact that made Abel's eyebrows soar the first time he saw it. Now? It was par for the course. Luna, quipped that sleep is what the dead did. Which was not far from the truth given how Abel was feeling at the moment.

Ah, and then his gaze fell upon the datapad and he witnessed the incoming arrival of his sibling. The metal form collided with the table. A curse leapt from his mouth. Though there had been some reconciliation in the past, Abel couldn't help but remember how things once were. He excused his behavior and retreated to his mug for a moment. Luna was the first to speak while Fauvel held her peace. Is there anything we can do to help? She then made a menacing display of punching her palm, which made him grin. "I tried that once before, didn't end well for me sadly." he began, before leaning back in his seat.

A solid huff escaped him. "You ever just...met someone who tries to control everything you do - even when they have no room to try?" His words were slow coming, as he was chewing over how to divulge his feelings - while not unloading on his apprentices. "He left us a long time ago. Left to go be a Jedi, and I had to join the Black Suns to make ends meet. Y'know how that goes." he motioned with his offhand. What he meant? He hurt people. Lots of people. Between flooding streets with drugs, killing rival gangs, the whole nine. The 'Suns were scum of the highest sort, but he had to make ends meet. "Someone had to keep an eye out for my sisters. Keep them fed. And he just...ditched us."

Another sigh. "And now - like, we're cool now. Sort of. But now he pokes his head in where it's not needed. Coming in and trying to tell me how to live my life. Tell my family how to live theirs. Like, who the frack does he think he is?"

With his angst now subsiding, Abel reached for a pancake and settled it upon his plate. Wordlessly, he rolled the pancake into a tube and took a savage bite out of one end. Feth decorum, he was hungry.

"Maybe if all three of us jump him, we'll have a chance."

Luna Evanstance | Fauvel Astier​

 

[Fauvel Astier]

Location: Skywind Estate.
Wearing: XxX.
Tagging: Abel Denko ~ Luna Evanstance

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The Astier flashed her mentor a grin at his comment, before her attention shifted back to Luna as soon as her alabaster white hair began floating about. "It's the humidity" She jested. Both of them had several questions about the other, that much Fauvel was certain of. Slowly but surely, her opinion of the half-Arkanian was solidifying within her mind. Fauvel had decided she quite liked Luna and enjoyed her company. Naturally, that meant that soon the witch would begin revealing more about herself.

Abel thanked them, and a content smile stretched Fauvel's lips. She was proud of herself for the help she had provided, even if it had not been much, and thankful for Luna's guidance. It was true, they did not have to do it, "But we wanted to."

The light-hearted moment would pass after Abel looked at his datapad. Observant and waiting, the Starweird silently agreed with Luna's words - both the part where she offered help and the slightly playful allusion to a more forceful resolution to whatever the problem could be. Although perhaps Fauvel gave that option a bit more... real consideration. If there was anyone who knew about troublesome relatives, it was her.

Fauvel's elbows came to rest on the table, mug abandoned to the side as her attention was granted in full to Abel's words. A slight frown settled on her brow as his story progressed, an immediate dislike for this sibling flourishing within her small heart. Besides Abel, Fauvel had never met a proper Jedi. She did not imagine any of them would be very thrilled to meet her, a creature of Darkness and of the arcane arts at that. In this case, she thought, that was good - Fauvel could not keep herself from making a quick judgement of Abel's sibling - for the story salted her deepest wounds. The Young Lady seemed unfazed as Abel all but attacked his pancakes, her mind still mulling over this...brother of his.

Red eyes met Luna's green, then Abel's blue. "You know you need only say the word." Of course, Fauvel was under the impression that confronting his brother in such a manner again was not really on the table - but it could be. "Some share our blood and are merely disguised as family. Then one must decide if they are worth tolerating." It was easy to see that this topic seemed to strike a cord within the Starweird. Her family had betrayed her and her people - and from that experienced her harsh judgement was born. She bore the punishment of a selfish and careless parent, and that was a grudge she would never let go of.

 

[Luna Evanstance]

"You guys didn't have to. Thank you." Luna nodded as Fauvel spoke for the two of them. "But we wanted to." If she had to be honest, it was one of the few things she felt like she could do well; considering she was going to be learning all about the Force and it’s skills. Luna had mastered cooking. And it was one thing she still had that she could teach others, too.

The conversation came back to Luna’s moment this morning with the maid and the poor woman having seen everything that she had been born with. "For the record, define junk." The young Smuggler was more than happy to oblige to that. Giving a cheeky grin, she gave no second thought before grabbing herself over her clothed top. “Well, you see, when you lack all clothes including any undergarments and you’re standing there dripping wet…FULL.FRONTAL. Nothing left to the imagination.”

Luna gave a pause, being thoughtful for a moment. “But come to think of it, I didn’t think it looked all THAT bad...But I digress.” She shrugged and sighed. "It's the humidity" She stared at it for a few moments as her hands dropped from gripping the front of her before giving a laugh as Abel teased her about having jokes. “I got nothing. It’s a cool trick.” Not really a trick, she was aware but it was something she’d never seen before.

With the conversation shifting, Luna could feel the air shifting as well. The tension was there as the three seemingly were lost in their own thoughts and feelings while converting as well. "I tried that once before, didn't end well for me sadly." Between Abel’s words and the expression that Fauvel wore, Luna got the feeling the three of them, even if they didn’t realize it, knew how the other was feeling in their own way and could relate. The young Smuggler wasn’t sure about Fauvel, but she suspected that she might have too. "You ever just...met someone who tries to control everything you do - even when they have no room to try?" Luna leaned forward and back as she grabbed a piece of bacon off of the plate she served up before gnawing on it, some thinking on how much she wanted to share. “In more ways than you know.” She left it at that before finally leaving forward and starting on the other items on her plate.

"Some share our blood and are merely disguised as family. Then one must decide if they are worth tolerating." Luna looked at the two of them but said nothing before looking away before her eyes could betray her. This sentence alone had left an odd pit in her stomach as she tried to keep eating realizing that Fauvel was nothing but right in sharing the sediment. "Maybe if all three of us jump him, we'll have a chance." Now that was something she could get behind. Giving a full but closed mouth grin after being quiet for a little bit, Luna swallowed before speaking. “The key is to catch him off guard.” Looking both of them in the eyes, a bit of deviance flashed across her face. “But seriously, Abel. We have your back. When does he arrive?”​

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[Abel Denko]

NABOO

But we wanted to.

In that moment, the Knight gave an earnest smile. Upon reflection, Abel had very few who he'd ever dream would want to make him breakfast. Let alone put up with his unique brand of bullchit. Sure, for many in the Galaxy, having a friend who was loaded with credits was one heck of a boon. Yet, capital gains aside, Abel had a bucket of chit. They all did. But at least, it seemed, he didn't have to shoulder his all on his lonesome. It was a nice feeling to have people who gave a damn, that's for sure. Soon, the tone shifted from briefly sentimental to hilarious. Abel had requested a definition for junk, to which Luna was more than happy to respond.

Full. Frontal.

Having seen the goods, Abel couldn't help but shake his head with a toothy grin. "Well, either that one was a prude of as straight as an arrow." he began. "I have to agree, your junk isn't bad looking at all." Abel then snickered like he was a damn toddler, covering his hand to chuckle away whilst the ladies briefly touched on the matter of Fauvel's hair. When finally his peals were done, the Knight reached for the datapad, chucked it onto the table, and explained a chapter of his life that he wasn't particularly thrilled about.

Once again, he found support unceasing from his apprentices. Though none of them were serious about the prospect of maiming his elder sibling, Abel appreciated the gesture. And Luna put the cherry on top. They had his back. For but a moment, his tone was soft. Grateful. "Thank you." he began. Before answering Luna's question about when the Jedi would arrive. "We've got some time. A day at least. He's going to be running errands in the capital, which takes fething forever mind you." Abel paused, stuffing his face with another pancake.

Whilst chewing, he pointed the next pancake towards the women. Swallowing. "Y'know, I don't know a damn thing about you two, outside of my own personal bias for you." It's true, at this point, he was hella biased in their favor. "What's it like in your hometowns?" And in one sentence he deliberately took the limelight off of himself.

Fauvel Astier | Luna Evanstance​

 

[Fauvel Astier]

Location: Skywind Estate.
Wearing: XxX.
Tagging: Abel Denko ~ Luna Evanstance

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The Illyrian took a deep breath before letting her shoulders fall against the chair's back, losing that seemingly eternal straight posture that usually dominated her spine. If there was one thing Fauvel was certain of it was that blood could mean very little, if anything it all. The same genes were not sufficient to create a bond. Abel, holding no relations to her of any kind, was closer to her heart than many of her so called relatives had ever been. "Very well, then he can be a topic for tomorrow." She was not particularly known for being a procrastinator, but some thing were not worth burdening one's thoughts with before it was necessary.

Then Abel asked a question that put a small smile on her lips. It was true, their relationship had been built on the present and neither of them had ever shared that much about their pasts. It was not a surprise that apparently the same could be said of Luna and him, although of course Fauvel was beginning to entertain the theory that their own connection was...quite different. She chuckled, amused at her own thoughts, but said nothing on the matter. Instead, her red gaze met Luna's for a moment as she focused on the question.

In a different place, with different people, perhaps the Illyrian would have rather not speak of her personal life in the presence of someone whom she had only come to know quite recently - but today was not the case. Luna Evanstance was gaining her trust more quickly than what she would have expected, and if she wished to learn more of the equally silver haired lady then it was only fair that she shared too. "Gloomy, daunting - beautiful. There will always be something unspoken about dark places. Blood Reign might be unnerving to some, but it is home to me. A little sunshine wouldn't hurt us, though." She would never have the correct words to describe her birthplace, and she would not have bothered trying had it only been Abel present for he had gotten the chance to visit her city - but Luna had not, and so Fauvel had tried.

"Naboo sometimes feels like its brighter counterpart, in more ways than one." Here there were no imminent dangers, less savage intrigue. Here she was not surrounded by either subjects or debt collectors but by friends. Here she did not bear the weight of her birthrights, but she was just a young witch learning from someone who had walked a very different path of life. Her gaze then settled on Evanstance, "I would love to have you visit sometime. You would fit in quite well," As she said the last part, a smile stretched her lips and she gestured between the two of them. Luna did have many of the features that were typical of the descendants of House Astier, she would not be surprised if someone back home confused the half-Arkanian for a member of her noble house.

 

[Luna Evanstance]

“Well, I’m glad someone agrees with me.” Luna gave Abel a bit of a wink as the topic of the maid’s morning scare was wrapping up. The two of them not only had shared some time together in the general sense, but there had been some in-between the sheets action as well. He was her friend and mentor but Luna found herself pulling back anytime she wanted to read between the lines; if they existed at all. Watching him snicker child-like only made her grin grow wider as she finished what was on her plate and stood, filling her mug once more with cafe before offering it up to the others.

Another thank you from Abel before there was talk about there being a day or so at least before the arrival of the meddlesome brother. It would, at the very least give them time to prepare themselves mentally along with anything else he needed done. But it was at this time that the conversation had taken another direction. It was time to get personal. "Y'know, I don't know a damn thing about you two, outside of my own personal bias for you." Luna gave a smirk behind her mug as she sipped on the black liquid within. There was a reason for that and she found herself thinking once more about how much she wanted to share.

She trusted them but the young Smuggler didn’t want them to get wrapped up in anything down the line if it came to that. It was her way of protecting them from her dangerous past. "What's it like in your hometowns?" Luna was thankful when Fauvel spoke up first; giving her some time to think about how she wanted to respond. "Gloomy, daunting - beautiful. There will always be something unspoken about dark places. Blood Reign might be unnerving to some, but it is home to me. A little sunshine wouldn't hurt us, though."

It sounded like an interesting place to say the least. Luna’s emerald gaze rested on the young woman as she spoke up once more, pointing out the fact that the young Smuggler could very well fit in with the others. “Well, that’d be a first. Usually, I stand out.” She never had made a point to blend in, even as a Smuggler but with the scar on her face, bright emerald eyes, unusual height and white hair along with her overall demeanor tended to get her into trouble more often than not. “It sounds like an interesting place. I can’t say I wouldn’t be curious to see it.”

It now seemed that Luna was up. She could feel her body shifting into an uncomfortable state, leaving her to fall back to her default. As her mug rested in front of her, her fingers ran around the rim as it tended to do when she was nervous or lost in thought. “Corellia? It’s a steaming pile of poodo.” She started, remembering how dirty and overcrowded the planet was. “Don’t know too much about it as I was holed up in a bunker most of my life outside of town. It was better for weapons training and fighting, and all that.” Her finger worked as she thought to add anything else. “I will tell you that it tends to raise the toughest breeds of beings that you can find on that side of the Galaxy.”​

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SINGLE | 33 | HETEROSEXUAL | BLASTER PISTOL • VIBROBLADE | Fauvel Astier Abel Denko ​

 

[Abel Denko]

SKYWIND

Very well, then he can be a topic for tomorrow.

Truer words had never been spoken. With all agreed on that front, the Knight continued to stuff rolled up pancakes between his lips. It was a wee bit awkward, chuckling like a child whilst trying to keep the contents of his mouth hidden from view. But, he managed. Not that his apprentices would much care if he chewed with his mouth open. Okay, one of them for sure wouldn't. The other might have quietly began judging him. They were as different as night and day. As if to lend credence to this fact, Abel had inquired about what their homeworlds were like.

Fauvel was the first to speak. She spoke of home with utter fondness, a fact which made Abel genuinely smile after he swallowed. Gloomy. Daunting. Beautiful. There wasn't a word that she used to describe Blood Reign that couldn't aptly be applied to her. And Naboo - Luna - was her brighter counterpart, in more ways than one. They were opposing sides of the same coin. He'd simply have to make sure that both the gloom and the sunshine received an unbiased education. It was a challenge at times, given Fauvel's natural disposition for the Darkness. But he managed.

Such was his promise to them.

"Like Naboo, but lacking Light." he said, placing just a hair of emphasis on the final word. "With a label like that, you make me want to pack my bags and visit right now." While he spoke, Luna and Fauvel continued to warm up to one another. That was good. Despite how different they were externally, they seemed to get along effortlessly. Then, it came time for Luna to speak. She described Corellia in her typical, creative way - a fact which made Abel chuckle aloud. "You're tough as nails, that's for damn sure." he agreed.

"Haven't ever been. But it doesn't hold a candle to Nar Shaddaa." he then motioned towards Fauvel. "Nor does Blood Reign for that matter. I'm not biased at all." The disclaimer was made with the most bemused smirk. He was, of course, joking. Everyone and their mother knew the reputation the Hutt Moon had. But, for Abel, it was home.

"It was rough around the edges, but, what made Nar Shaddaa great were the gems you met. It's like a diamond rind, right? No one would care if they were common. It's the fact that someone dug through miles of muck to find one shiny rock. And then they polished it up and slapped it on your finger. That is what makes Nar Shaddaa great." His hand slapped the table, gently, as if to emphasize his point humorously. "Ma, she used to work at this bar. Crotchity old bat was the boss. And at first, I couldn't stand her. Called her Granny. But despite pinching my cheeks when I fethed up, she always looked out for me. Got me connected with the Suns in fact."

Those were hard times. That's for sure. He could feel his mood slightly dampening as his mind wandered down memory lane. To diffuse this, he waved his hand. "So, before I get all weepy eyed and sentimental - I'll make you an offer you just can't refuse. You each get one question, just one. Anything under the sun. And I'll answer it, whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me."

Nothing like trivia to keep one's mind off of their mother's demise.

Luna Evanstance | Fauvel Astier​