Private The Bonds of Friendship (Past Thread)

[Daegon Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus | Derek Dib

Work was exceedingly busy and tiring. For several weeks life seemed to revolve around the same routine of rise before the sun, go to work, return after the sun had set, sleep, and repeat. Somewhere in the hectic pace of it all Daegon found time to eat, but little else. There was but one consolation in all of it, Seraphina Corvinus was never too far away. Even in the moments when work called upon him to travel, the Bacta Mogul and newly elected Viceroy of Thyferra was never too far from the one person who he did everything for. She was a princess, his princess, and the rest of his life would be spent proving that he deserved the affection of such royal status.​

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She gave it freely, despite Daegon's insistence.​

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Winning her hand had not been enough for him. One question had led to answer. Would you be happy with me? Daegon would work tirelessly to ensure his seraph could never say she was not happy. Yes, it was an obsession, but anything as pure and true as the love they shared was worth obsessing over. There were those who would say he kept her too close, or whispers that her leash was too tight. On the contrary, they simply desired a closeness, one which breathed life into an otherwise busy and monotonous existence for the executive.​

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Today was a reprieve from the break neck pace and unrelenting schedule. While Daegon would still count what was about to transpire as work, the change of pace and environment was appreciated. The confining walls of an office were replaced with the open air of his palace patio. The back courtyard overlooked a small pool which was fed by a calm brook which trickled down form the mountains which could be seen off in the distance. A variety of trees and plants lined the perimeter of the stone walkway which jutted off toward a raised deck comprised of the same stone as the main level. It was there a table sat overlooking the scenic view afforded the observer due to the location of the palace.​

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It was secluded, mostly, with an ornate crystal maze surrounding the ornate architectural wonder. Daegon was pleased with the home, but more so because Seraphina found it to be beautiful. The palace fit her, and she it. One did not take away from the other's beauty, in fact, they added to each other in a way Daegon could only admire.​

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A small table sat on the deck, an array of refreshments laid out impeccably. Atop the glass table sat a chess set. His guest was said to be an avid player of the game, quite the master strategist, and Daegon wished to put the theory to the test. It would prove a valuable tool at the very least as Daegon and Serpahina set out to become more acquainted with the Viceroy of the Siskeen system. Derek Dib was in interesting personality, and proved to be quite the contrarian when he needed to be. He commanded attention with every speech made in the Viceroyalty chamber, and the Corvinus' had taken notice of him right away. Being one that kept the best interest of his people at heart, the Viceroy of Siskeen had reached out negotiate a trade agreement between their two worlds. Controlling the bacta supply of the Confederacy of Independent Systems saw Daegon hosting many a similar meeting, though usually from his office. Had it not been for his own interest in the Viceroy himself, Daegon would not have invited the man into his home.​

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A message flashed across his datapad, pulling his gaze away from where Seraphina stood admiring the snow capped mountains off in the distance.​

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Their guest had just been cleared to land.​

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"Come my dearest angel, our guest shall be arriving soon. Perhaps this one we should greet in person rather than using the wait staff as our buffer?"​

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While posed as a question, it was truly a statement. Daegon closed the distance between he and his wife, offering his arm as the other hand motioned toward the direction of the landing pad where Derek was set to arrive at any moment.​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: What If He Doesn't Like Pastries Dress
TAG: Daegon Corvinus | Derek Dib

A wave of excitement, barely contained, threaded through the thoughtful diathim. Seraphina took the few duties she had on Thyferra very seriously. There were several charities she aided that were designed to help those that had been left destitute when their home was set ablaze by far-flung foreign powers. She took great care in every little detail. She’d fussed over every morsel available for this meeting. From the musical selections to the wine that would be offered—She gave the event all of her focus. Every bit of authenticity and sincerity that she could manage.​

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Many of the more ornate treats had been made from her own hands. Seraphina had long ago learned to take humble ingredients and create something spectacular. Her husband should not want for a woman who could perform wifely duties such as these, even if, she could call someone to do it for her. It simply wasn’t the same. She would put in the work, press in the love, and ensure that it made him smile. Daegon had become her whole world long ago. Her family could be…Cantankerous at best.​

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She watched the proceedings and thanked the staff, even, the protocol droids. Some thought her odd for treating mechanical help as kindly as carbon-based. Sera did not seem to notice a difference. She asked after their day and seemed delighted when they responded with anything out of the ordinary. The Angel of Thyferra could feel the eyes of her beloved and turned, partially, to give him the sweetest of smiles. It was everything. Her whole heart. Bare and present for him to protect or shatter.​

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She loved him in such a way that was pure. She begrudged him nothing. Not how he came to take her hand, nor, how he had swept her away to a world in need healing and slow to bloom tropical flowers. This world was damaged. Broken, from years of torment and flame. It was in pain. She could hear it from the way the wind whistled through the trees. The way the water rolled in from the sea. It was hurting—But they would make it better. They would protect it together. “You needn’t stand so far from me. I shall not break.”, she murmured, her voice a song, whirling about his head.​

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Sera turned around to face Daegon and the crimson of her dress pulled across the soft stone. It was in stark contrast, a rose, on a blank piece of paper. Her features were soft, slender, and almost a little like that of the Sephi. Endlessly beautiful but with something that didn’t seem quite right. Her arms were a little longer than that of a human and her eyes were large, luminous pools, that left her with the constant appearance of innocence. As if she were little more than a lamb. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he announced that their guest had landed.​

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The little princess pressed a kiss to the center of him, through the suit, and rocked on her heels. She was terribly excited to meet someone new. Especially, Viceroy Dib. Daegon rarely talked about the Viceroy he met in a favorable way. Many of them tended to have foolish notions that he could not abide. “Will Viceroy Dib be staying long? There is so much to see. The crystal gardens, the restoration plans, the new bacta, and the replanted forests. Terraforming has changed this world so much for the better. “​

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Seraphina hoped that the Siskeen Viceroy would stay.​

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Moreover, she hoped that he would not dismiss her. Many Viceroy did.​

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Daegon spoiled her. Her father would have said that. The place for a woman was behind her spouse. Never before him. Never, in the light. On her homeworld, she would have been expected to sew and become a vessel for a new heir. The thought made her cringe. To be used and discarded, forgotten, like a broodmare. He suggested that they meet the Viceroy and she nodded her head slowly.​

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Before Daegon could pull away a soft “wait” would pause him.​

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She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a butterfly kiss to his chin. It was a small sign of affection. One that she doubled, making clear, when she leaned a little higher to steal a true kiss. Among the quiet of the courtyard, she could find the courage for it. She wouldn’t again while they held a guest. The pair had been married for several years, but, Seraphina still blushed at every turn.​

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Falling back on her heels she graced him with another smile. It was adoring as it was honest. How she loved him. How well, she loved him. Seraphina had expected an unhappy marriage and years of peacefully boring tedium. It was her place. The only thing she had any right to expect. Princess, or otherwise. Daegon let her be who she was and never expressed any regret. Pearly white teeth bit down on her lower lip for a moment while mischief ran through her. “Yes. Let us go, Daegon. I wish to meet him. We have many pastries that he must try before they cool. They won’t be as good if they get cold, then, he will think less of me. I will be a terrible hostess and the Viceroy will never visit again.”​

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That just wouldn’t do. He offered his arm and her nose crunched cutely. That wouldn’t do either. Her fingers instead found his and threaded together while animated and floating footsteps led them buoyantly toward the private landing pad. The staff watched the wife of the taciturn man lead him with joy that didn’t befit the harsh lines of his face. Seraphina only ever displayed soft, sweet, genuine kindness. She was almost naive in her beliefs. Most grew to adore her simply because there wasn’t an evil bone in her body. The aura of kindness that naturally rolled from her being was impossible to deny. Not because it was powerful. Hardly. It was simply uplifting. Infectious.​

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By the time they arrived, she managed to find a little composure. She kept her feet on the ground as much as she was able and stayed close to Daegon. She was happy, but, a little nervous.​

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What is Viceroy Dib didn’t like her? Worse than that—What if he didn’t like pastries?​

 

[Derek Dib]

Wearing: This
Daegon Corvinus Seraphina Corvinus

Silently he sat, reclined in the lounge of the Ridge Runner, his left hand lightly drumming upon the leather armrest. His eyes were closed yet the rapid movement beneath the lids gave testament that the man was not slumbering. The optical lense he wore upon his right eye flickers through multiple windows of documents and dossiers illuminated on the blackened backdrop. Miniscule muscle twitches controlled the display. Reports from the three worlds of Siskeen, Olanet, and Kaer flowed across the inner eye. Negotiations for Siskeen and her colonizing endeavors, financial revenue flowing from the foundries of Olanet, and tax breaks offered Kaer for discounts on new orders rolling out the shipyards.

The Siskeen system flourished and unity long thought impossible finally was realized. A united Siskeen, a coalition. From the birth of the Confederacy he cast his fate with the fledgling nation and made his stance known upon his first visit to Siskeen many, many years earlier. From that point his fate would be one and the same as all Siskeeni. Many paths stretched before him with routes traveled at the behest of others. Siskeen was his first decision without the weight of responsibility. And, ironically, with the singular free choice he made that day Derek placed unbreakable chains upon himself. To lead the system, to be responsible for the system, to answer to the system.

A choice never regretted.

"Exiting hyperspace and heading for Thyferra."

The Viceroy of Siskeen merely sighed in response to the announcement over the ship's intercom. Thyferra and her system were near enough to Siskeen to qualify as neighbors, unlike the majority of the Confederacy's systems. It made perfect sense to visit his fellow viceroy and become friendly, even allies. However, this meeting held promise of more than just political dalliance. Viceroy Corvinus and his wife were not merely the average politicians. Beneath the carefully controlled visage worn by Daegon hid a deeper truth. Still waters oft ran deep. Lady Corvinus seemed to be the polar opposite. She seemed innocent in pure character that frequently offered warm and inviting smiles with genuine aplomb for any she met.

An intriguing pair, without a doubt.

"Planetary codes sent and received. We have our landing coordinates. Entering the atmosphere now."

Rising from his seat as the ship shuddered slightly upon entry, he tightened the tie snugly against the collar. His eyes scanned over the table to rest upon his shoulder holster. It wasn't seemly to appear armed as a guest to his fellow Viceroyalty. Leaving the Enforcer pistol where it rested he instead picked up a silver cylinder to slip into its sheath attached to his belt at the small of his back. No scans would reveal the weapon as a lightsaber, as it seemed similar in shape. He did not have a lightsaber but rather a telescoping staff with sharpened ends.

"Final approach to our landing pad. Ninety seconds."

Nodding to himself he collected his suit jacket and slipped it on, a tremor of pain lancing through his entire right arm and into his shoulder. A bemused smile was shaken off his face. There were no nerve endings firing, no flesh that ached, no scar to pinpoint. No, what he felt was a phantom pain of a limb lost on Eshan as he battled the Mandalorian Kaine Australis. The chainsaw-like sword tearing bites into his flesh and bone before severing the appendage. He smoothed the front of his suit as he felt the miniscule swell as the ship's landing compressed hydraulics to soften the impact.

"We're here sir."

Derek pressed one of the protruding buttons on the side of the table and spoke to the crew.

"Stand down. After I depart feel free to take leave and enjoy the amenities offered in the city. Remember you are representatives of not just me, but the entirety of our people and system. Be mindful and take a gentile reprieve. Lower the ramp."

As he walked by the table his hands collected three items to slip into his jacket pocket. Lucas watched the Viceroy descending the ramp and frowned. Derek knew the look and it's reason. The Viceroy chose to join the offered meetings bereft of bodyguards. Derek paused at the bottom of the ramp and glanced up to Lucas, nodding slightly in acknowledgement that the blonde guard did not agree with letting his leader go solitarily. The Captain of the Guard was wary and overprotective. Traits he shared with predecessor and father, Lucian. Derek knew Lucas would lay his life down for him, just as his father had done in service.

Finishing the remaining few meters if the ramp, he stepped off the vessel and into Thyferra. Immediately he found the couple preparing to greet him, the two of them representing everything Derek was able to pilfer about the duo. A timeless air of sophistication combined with aristocratic flair flowed from Daegon. A hint of danger lurked without sign, yet nevertheless the good Viceroy Corvinus exuded a type of hidden strength that warned those foolish enough to raise a hand against him would lose their hand. At the very least.

Seraphina possessed an aura of unblemished innocence and an exuberant level of hope. The two most certainly were opposite ends of the spectrum. The fact that they each stood with body language expressing their love of one another opened even more questions to who the two were. It took great strength to overcome and prosper in the Galaxy today and the fact that the Corvinus' flourished spoke of great focus, insight, and tenacity. Few shared power and even fewer shared it with their lover. Love was a fickle creature. On one hand it opened you to attack, vulnerability, and leverage used to control you. It made you weak. On the other hand love strengthened you into something greater than yourself. It made you strong. Very few could find that middle ground. He was curious if this was the case here.

A few strides placed him within reach of the native dignitaries before slowing his pace to a halt. He inclined his head to the other Viceroy as well as giving a slightly deeper now to Seraphina.

"A pleasure to finally meet you outside of the Viceroyalty chambers. I must thank you for your hospitality as well as meeting me promptly when I arrived. Very few do this these days and it speaks highly of your character. I look forward to our discussions, but I must admit the rumors that you have a deep insight into maneuvering intrigues me. And the other rumor is that Lady Corvinus not only knows her way around a kitchen but also has a rare insight into the cloak and dagger aspects of politics. Many frown upon the union of your appearances, standing together in every aspect. I, myself, believe that the secret to success stems from not just sharing a bed and house, but from sharing life completely. The victories and failures are sweeter when shared with your other half."

He shook his head slightly.

"I ask for your pardon once more, for I have not introduced myself fully. You know me as Viceroy of Siskeen, this is true, but I would beseech you to call me Derek."

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus | Derek Dib

“You needn’t stand so far from me. I shall not break.”

The song of Seraphina’s voice danced about Daegon as though he was hearing it for the first time. He smiled. The Bacta Mogul would never understand how the woman managed to pull a smile from him at just the sound of her voice. It was magical the way one simple hello, or that first good morning, could calm the dark cloud which always overshadowed the Demon of the Thyferra. Daegon was not a good man, nor did he deserve anything so good and pure as Sereaphina, and yet here she was, knowing who and what he was, beckoning closer.

“Do you fear that I shall miss you too much if I do, or are you loath to be so far?”

They parted for nothing, yet it would only take one word from Seraphina for Daegon to give her what space she wanted or required. There were occasions where his work, or her desire for solitude in the crystal forest saw them apart, but they were rare occurrences. His eyes watched hers as she turned to face him, never leaving her gaze even as her arms wrapped around his waist.

Contentment bathed the sound of the soft sigh which escaped his lips. Daegon was as reluctant as Seraphina for them to be apart even if the distance had not even been ten feet. The kiss pressed to his chest elicited another smile. A small thought that the woman thought she could make his heart less cold by her actions crossed his mind. It left as soon as it came as there was nothing to it. Seraphina had never once asked him to change, to be anyone other than who he was. They were so mismatched in that way, two extremes, and yet together they were whole.

Daegon kissed her forehead.

“You worry too much my sweet Seraph. I have no doubt that you will be more than enough to convince Viceroy Dib to stay long enough to see everything Thyferra has to offer.”

Her excitement was palpable, tangible. It was rare Daegon invited personal guests to the palace. It was even more infrequent for Daegon to invite a fellow Viceroy to his home. Most of them were imbeciles as far as the Demon was concerned, but he would never voice that opinion out loud to anyone other than the one person who would not let him lead them away until she had stolen one last kiss.

She would not be allowed to pull away until he returned the kiss.

Seraphina was not prudish, the mischief which danced in her eyes gave that much away. The woman simply refused to be overly grand in her overtures of affection when the pair found themselves among people. Even the servants were hard pressed to recall any moments where they had witnessed the pair kissing. Daegon would have lingered a bit longer were it not for their guest, and Sera’s retreat into her worry once more.

Pastries. The work of her hands. If Viceroy Dib did not like them, she would be devastated.

Daegon chuckled as he shook her head, taking the time it took to reach the landing pad to cement his features for the meeting ahead. They would only break for Sera, but until he knew the Viceroy better, the man would be greeted with a professional face, a perfect smile being the only thing which would establish this meeting as something more than business.

He stood with Sera watching as the Viceroy walked down the ramp of his ship. Her fingers were still laced in his. Together, as they did everything, the pair greeted their guest as he descended. A head nod, and deeper bow were offered to the pair before any words were exchanged. Daegon responded in kind and in time with Searphina. Even their movement displayed how intimately connected the two had become.

“It is a good thing I do not care for the opinions of others then, my good sir,” Daegon responded as the truth of other opinions landed on his ear. This news did not surprise him in the least. “The pleasure is all ours. We were pleased when you accepted our invitation. You intrigue me, which is not an easy thing to do. However, I am not the one you have to worry about today. I am afraid my dearest Seraphina has personally seen to making the refreshments for today, and if you do not taste one of her pastries before they get cold she will not be happy, and her happiness is the only thing I live for.”

Daegon waited for Seraphina to offer any greeting she chose, knowing that perhaps her insistence would move the heart of the Viceroy more than Daegon ever could.

He motioned toward the courtyard the pair had arrived from.

“I insist, if we must call you Derek, then you must also drop the formalities. Shall we”

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: What If He Doesn't Like Pastries Dress
TAG: Daegon Corvinus | Derek Dib

“If you are not within arm’s length; I cannot reach you. Do you hate me so?”

Her honeyed tones were laced with unspoken amusement. Often, they played a game of words. Her husband could draw an almost coquettish streak from the depths of her being that no one else could. It was all a ploy. A taunt; for him to admit his affections. For every hard line, scowling face, and imperceptible piece of pragmatism she held an equal and blissful opposite. They were a contradiction. Unsettling, at times. A sun and moon the in same night sky.

Seraphina was an optimist; however, she was not blind. She could see the darkness in him. He did not hide from her. As much as the light within withered and died…She would be his hope. She would uplift and support him. Whether they lived in a palace or a hovel befit for a mouse—Her love would never fade. Her faith in her beloved would always remain unshaken. It was all she needed. The rest? The luxury and finery?

The diathim knew that Daegon knew of no other way to show his devotion. His intent was known. The Angel of Thyferra respected him for the attempt; successful or otherwise.

The soft compliments that he pressed indirectly toward her person caused her head to duck low while a soft blush burned up the side of her neck. Daegon knew just what to say to draw that reaction from her. She was self-conscious in a way that could be baffling. Her upbringing had been different than most. Stifled. If she had been born male, a Prince, no doubt it would have been different. Her homeworld simply worked a certain way with certain laws. Years later found her still trapped in that hierarchy—Regardless the new world Daegon made for her. “You jest, husband. Viceroy Dib will be enamored with your knowledge of the galaxy and political prowess.”

“If my gifts and presence are pleasing…It is only an additional windfall.”

A stolen kiss followed. Two. A private moment. Was their closeness a weakness or a strength?

Seraphina didn’t know. Only, that she could not be without it.

The trip to the private landing strip was both too long and too short. She was almost vibrating off the floor from curiosity and enthusiasm. Daegon held a far more rational view of the meeting. He saw a bridge between himself and a colleague of a nearby successful system. The Confederacy provided for many of their needs, yet, there was never any harm in bettering things themselves. They were encouraged to sustain their own economies and governing bodies. Waiting, waiting for this day had been akin to torture. Would he enjoy Thyferra? Would he hate it?

When the tall Viceroy of the Siskeen stepped from his transport she found it nigh impossible to keep from hiding slightly behind her spouse. The fingers of her free hand reached up to play with the ends of salt-and-pepper hair that lay loose against his back. The kindness of her aura hid the nervous energy that thrummed in her veins. It wasn’t fear she held. No, because what should she feet with Daegon at her side? It was an inherent anxiety that had been programmed into her long ago.

To be second, inferior.

Sera had been born with more privilege than most, but somehow, had still been made to feel as if she were less. The soft inclination of acknowledgment that Derek Dib gave her spoke volumes. That she was worthy of any sort of deference or mutual respect made a tiny swell of pride bloom somewhere beneath her sternum. Finding a little bit of will, bit by bit, she moved just slightly out from behind Daegon. Her fingers found the edges of silken skirts in a brocade of rouge and translucent gossamer and the diathim executed a textbook curtsey. A gentle bend of her swanlike neck, though, not terribly low. She was still a Princess, and as such, would never know what it was to grovel.

His words caught her off guard. “There are rumors? Of me?”, her voice poured, twisting, like an aria of spirited surprise. Dark eyes that were slashed with hints of glossy ochre had widened with a fawn-esque exquisiteness. She was genuinely flabbergasted. Who in the galaxy would have any idea who she was? Why? The rest of the statement caused her to straighten and settle slowly. Their union was cause for speculation? Should they not be united in all things?

Slender fingers tightened briefly around the slightly callused hand that belonged to Daegon. It relieved her to know that Viceroy dib didn’t find their relationship a folly. In regards to politics? Seraphina always advocated for peaceful resolutions, though, she understood the necessity of certain protections. If they did not prepare Thyferra; How could they lead them? War and famine had come to this planet so many times in the past. They would be remiss to let her idle undefended. “You are very kind, Viceroy—”, she started, before pausing, as a secondary blush stole up her cheeks. “—Derek.”

“I am still learning the way of such things. We are guided by a variety of circumstances, conjectures, and conjunctions.”

Seraphina had learned through Daegon of a general position in which he governed Thyferra. Laws must correspond to the natural situation of the people for whom they were composed. The same demands that were made on a planet like Ryloth, or Olanet, may not better the community as a whole because they were all very different peoples. They retained many of the old ways but had adopted some of the new. They relied on good, knowledgeable people, to help maintain order and see to the needs of their people. Her head shook slowly, coming back from the clouds, and she stepped forward tentatively while her fingers carefully unwound from Daegon. Her movements were lighter than air with feet that barely touched the ground. She could not hide. Rather, should not.

She could not cower. She, was not afraid. Nor—Was she less than either of the two officials present.

Viceroy Dib, Derek, had come a long way.

The fact that her nearness could have been taken as a threat went over her head entirely. Instead, she held a delicate hand out and waited for him to take it. The palace was large. She did not wish him lost. “Come. We will ensure that you are well-nourished, then, you may both have your debates. One should not engage in important deliberations and exploration on an empty stomach.”, the soft expression that hid absolutely nothing would speak of her desire to make a good impression. She wanted him to see that Thyferra was different. That they, as people, were different. Her head tilted slightly as a teasing, gentle note, would sing through the air around them.

“I do not bite. My heart is crossed, Derek Dib.”

If the Viceroy of Siskeen indulged her he would soon find himself being tugged softly along by a creature who would fill his head with everything he needed to know about Thyferra. Or, her husband. Daegon seemed to favor Namana Berry tarts. If Derek did not take one first, it was of the utmost importance, that he be aware there likely wouldn’t be any left when he looked the other way.

Where Daegon managed to store her cooking? She would never know.

 

[Derek Dib]

As with all great beginnings there were many ways to test one another upon first meetings, and this was no different. Many great men and women oft found themselves in the spotlight, the majority taking silent pleasure in their renown. The viceroyalty were seen as the quiet rockstars, the entrances and exits of the many planetary leaders giving new fashion and fads with every meeting. Even if the reason for the political gatherings were secondary to the new trends created by the flashy representatives. Holonetworks followed what different viceroys wore, where they sat, and who they spoke with in public as the chosen celebrities of the Confederacy.

The blunt rejections of importance of other viceroyalty opinions by Daegpn only confirmed Derek’s burgeoning assessment of Viceroy Corvinus. His concern for his wife’s feelings and happiness was first and foremost, unlike the vast majority of other politicians that hung upon the concerns of their benefactors. The Demon of Thyferra was an intriguing man.

The Angel of Thyferra, however, lived up to her name with an otherworldly presence that holo images did not capture. It became even more apparent why the Viceroy did not like to be parted with such an ethereal creature. The slight blush and surprise at being spoken about was quite telling to the woman’s personality, unless exquisitely performed. His dark brows furrowed slightly before casting away questions of hidden aspirations of devious character.

“Kind may not be the correct adjective to describe me. Perhaps just or stalworth. Kind infers too generally to be exactly truthful.”

Open eyes looked between his two hosts, no attempt at falsehood committed.

“Friendly may be more apt.”

He listened to the Angel as he neared, his head nodding slightly in agreement to Daegon’s ending words of dispelling formalities and titles. To subtly alter the very nature of the meeting from one of formal duty to a more relaxed occasion between, not just allies but, potential friends. Or at the least friendly acquaintances. He felt the lightest touch of cool feathers collect his hand as Seraphina took the lead in guiding the party to fulfilling refreshments. Crimson tinged eyes searched crimson tinged eyes, straightforward tone offered with unflinching honesty and respect.

“I see now why you are never long parted Daegon. I sense balance and love weigh lightly upon the scales of this House. I agree that outside opinions carry little import yet know that I acknowledge and respect the unity the two of you have found.”

Guided along he felt it wise to ensure that the two men possessed an understanding. Derek saw the deep bond between the two and wished to be clear, he knew it for what it was. And respected the boundaries unseen yet felt. He was quite familiar with love that was unexplainable, unshakable, and unbreakable. Though he knew of it from the outside, Derek was well aware of the power wielded therein. His own brother and uncle found such. Attention returned to the Lady of the House as a slow smile crossed his face.

“Never argue with the wisdom of a woman who knows the mentality of man that wavers so carefully upon the hunger of unattained appetites. I will be honored to break fast with new friends over refreshing pastries. Please, lead the way.”

Daegon Corvinus Seraphina Corvinus

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus | Derek Dib

An amused smirk pulled at the corner of Daegon’s mouth. The Angel of Thyferra had found her own confidence when speaking to The Demon over the years of their marriage. He was oft reminiscent of the days when she had been shy in his presence, or perhaps it was caution. Their first meeting had been at a benefit function the Xucphra Corporation had held to raise funds to terraform Thyferra from those sympathetic to the plight, or generous souls looking for a charitable cause to donate to.​

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Daegon had noticed her beauty from the start.​

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Had her father not been so generous in his gift, and his desire to negotiate several contracts with the Xucphra Corporation, they would have likely never met again. Destiny had other plans, ones which Daegon still regarded as the only pure thing to happen in his life.​

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“I can still recall a time when arms length was as close as I was permitted to come.”​

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A smile graced the features of his face.​

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“And would never subject you to such devastation again.”​

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She teased him. The playful tone of her voice gave the game away, and yet Daegon still affirmed how much he cared for her. It was always how their banter ended. The Demon would never let The Angel wonder about his feelings toward her.​

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Again she expressed her own self doubt. Daegon simply kissed her on the forehead in response. There was no sense in arguing a truth they both knew. The pair were better together. A darkness lurked inside of Daegon, one he could not always control. Seraphina had become his light. Where he would find himself wanting to react with rage, often the gentle and light touch of her dainty and soft hand would be too powerful for him to resist. She could quell him with one touch, a soft look, and a gentle whisper.​

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Daegon was her confidence, a point which was proven as Seraphina used him as a shield until such a time came that she felt the courage to allow their guest to experience her charms. Daegon gave her hand a gentle squeeze as she came around to stand at his side. She was a natural hostess, and Daegon could not be more pleased. A smile tugged at his lips as the Viceroy opposite him used flattery to pull her out from the barrier Sera had made out of her husband. A small nod was offered toward the man as if Daegon wanted him to know that his hand was well played.​

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Yet, there was truth to his words. Honesty. The quality was lost on many in the political world, and while many relied on twisting their words, Daegon preferred those who simply spoke what they thought rather than attempt to placate their company. So far, Derek had proven worthy of the respect such honesty deserved in return.​

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“I appreciate your honesty. While I am not a good man by any stretch of the definition, I value the truth. And the truth is, I am never far from The Angel of Thyferra because she is determined that I shall always be within arms reach.”​

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A small glance was offered to Seraphina with a small chuckle as he reminded her of the words she used in their affectionate spar earlier.​

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Seraphina was soon taking the hand of their guest and leading him from where they came. A slight cough was given in protest about the fact Daegon would not leave any pastries for their guest if he arrived first, but a second thought stayed his tongue. She was not wrong. It was the highest compliment The Demon could pay to her cooking. An empty tray or plate was its own testament to just how fine the food truly was.​

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“You will do more than gain weight my friend,” Daegon played with the word to see how it would take. He liked it. “By the time you return for home I am afraid you may be loosening your belt a notch or two.”​

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Daegon followed behind, allowing Derek his chance at the pastries first. His manners prevented him, as did the look of warning Seraphina had given him. Derek’s opinion of the refreshments was more important than the man knew perhaps, though in just the few short moments of this meeting, Daegon was positive the Siskeen Viceroy was more astute than he let on.​

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A hand motioned to the table which was set for them. In the center of the table sat a chess set. Three chairs were set around the table, because Daegon would not engage in this meeting without Seraphina having his ear. They were one in all things, and this would not be any different. Still, they did not need to discuss business until their stomachs were full.​

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“You will find her wisdom extends to a great many things, Derek Dib. She would never admit it, and will likely blush by me telling you this, but her ideas alone have increased my holdings by 15% this quarter. Just imagine how much of the my common sense in the chamber is actually hers.”​

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Even in his praise, Daegon’s words were not false. Seraphina had as beautiful a mind as she boasted in her appearance.​

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...and she was beautiful!​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: What If He Doesn't Like Pastries Dress
TAG: Derek Dib | Daegon Corvinus

The soft kiss that Daegon pressed to her brow caused some of her fluttering worries to calm. The Seraph felt like she held the wings of hummingbirds flapping furiously in the cage of her chest. He calmed them. Brought her peace. In turn, she was his light. A candle in the dark. A way for him to see when the universe sought to confuse and lead the Viceroy of Thyferra from his chosen path. While she gave him truth—He gave her sanity. Safety. A way to press down her insecurities and remember that she was, at the very least, important to someone. She mattered. A slight smile creased the kiss of her mouth while an amused sigh escaped silken seashell-pink lips. “That was a long time ago, love of my life. Will you never forgive the folly of my youth? You conveniently seem to forget. I was so very far from home…Far and more than a little frightened of what my new duties could entail.”

Worried and terrified of a world that she wasn’t physically or mentally prepared for. Daegon would have retained every right to take what he wished. By the bonds of marriage—She belonged to him. To do with what he pleased. He never had. Chocolate eyes danced with soft affection in the mid-day sun. It added colors to tawny orbs, flecks of light, that shimmered with faith. For him. “I lived fearfully. Only because I had not yet come to know you, Daegon. Now I live I should. With love. In love—And that love is returned tenfold.”

He was her Demon. Always, forever.

The quiet moment was too short, but, they had a new guest that they couldn’t keep waiting. Her expression remained open and delicate while Viceroy Dib spoke. He was a curious sort. Not due to any sort of vocabulary or vernacular but because of how he held himself. How freely he spoke. Derek seemed to know far more about herself and her husband than she did. Was she so behind in her studies? Or had she simply glossed over the details?

She knew the women of court on her homeworld used gossip as trade. As tools. Were the Viceroy of the Confederacy the same way? Dark eyes swept over Daegon, briefly, but returned to the Viceroy of Siskeen.

Her head tilted, curious, at being corrected.

If Derek Dib was not kind her senses were misleading her. An angelic mouth curved into a delicate smile while he amended the term to friendly. She would accept that trade of words and he was rewarded with the gentle warmth of her inherent kindness. Her fingers wrapped around his, neither too tight, nor too loose, and led their new friend within the confines of their estate. The calming aura that emanated from her core was constantly ebbing and flowing. “You are both more than you appear to be, though, Daegon is correct. I am very determined.”

She knew that Daegon would be right in-step. Within arm’s reach. While it might be teasing joke to most, for them, it was fairly literal. She orbited around him as if he were a planet and she the moon trapped in his orbit. It never occurred to her that it might be awkward to walk through the high gilded halls of Heaven’s Gate, mostly, attached to the wife of another Viceroy.

“Thank you…”, she murmured, pausing, in the discussion so that she could address something in the conversation that piqued her interest. The fact that Derek supported their union, regardless the politics, gave him a wide berth of goodwill. “You speak plainly. I do not need to resort to some sort of silver-tongued word gymnastics to understand. I like that very much.”

The irony was that Daegon tended to do the exact opposite when dealing with others. When he spoke to her there was no need to add difficulty to linguistic debates. She would understand him if she had suddenly gone deaf – If she no longer knew her own name. She would know him. Trust or fear made the language barrier lift, but still, Daegon was a complicated man.

At least, he was, for anyone that wasn’t a particular winged princess sharing his bed.

The Angel of Thyferra fell silent for a moment while both men present seemed content to regale her with her accomplishments. The light praises made her footsteps hasten while she sought to get to The Terrace a little faster. Perhaps, brunch would distract them. All men required food. Her cheeks had taken on a faint tinge of rouge that she could not chase away and every time she tried to speak her voice caught in her throat. Were they doing it on purpose? She couldn’t tell.

“You may call me Seraphina. Sera, if it pleases…”, she intoned to Viceroy Dib. Seraphina was a creature that would likely refer to him properly when they were in less relaxed circumstances. But this was home. This was a place they should feel safe. Derek, as their guest, should have no obligation other than to enjoy the peace and company. “But never when you are angry. I would be very sad—To have my name spoken this way. I do not forget sounds…I would much prefer to hear you with uplifted spirits.”

As they reached the stone promenade, she released her temporary captive. The slight loss of warmth and compassion would be palpable as Sera moved toward a table that was filled with all sorts of things. She wasn’t sure what, exactly, he might like to eat. So, the diathim chose the items that Daegon favored the most. He always had good taste. “Help yourselves, please. There are pastries at this end and proteins that are a little heartier at the other.”

There were domestic staff milling about but they never seemed to get too close. Not unless Seraphina called them. She preferred to serve. When she didn’t—Daegon did. It was a personal touch that most Viceroy would miss entirely. Making and serving their own meals. The dark-haired woman had a peculiar way of doing things, but again, this was home. She didn’t need to put up a show here.

“Would either of you like tea? Caf? Wine?”

Oh—They had plenty of wine. Seraphina occasionally had a glass with a meal but she never drank to excess. The view from the Terrace was stunning. It poured down the mountainside and gave way to the crystal-clear waters that lay in the distance. There were flowers crawling up stone columns and vegetation visible along the walkway. The chairs were made of wrought iron with comfortable cushions. Soft, fleece blankets were draped here and there. It was clear that they spent a lot of time here.

A few books sat out. Bookmarks in the pages. Seraphina loved to read. But, preferred to do so with real parchment and not on a Holo. There was just something comforting about the way a book smelled. It felt real and tangible in her hands. “How was your trip? Daegon and I once traveled back and forth from Thyferra to Geonosis and it felt like it took an age.”

In reality, it hadn’t taken that long at all.

Seraphina just hated being cooped up. She longed for fresh air. The ability to spread her wings and sing among the clouds. “Have you been to Thyferra before? It is…Much changed from when we found it.”

 

[Derek Dib]

The acknowledging nod from Daegon gained several more points in Derek’s estimation of the other man. He was observant to the subtly utilized words and not only recognized them but gave a small concession to the slight maneuvering that Derek used. This Demon of Thyferra grew even more worthwhile, a worthy adversary perhaps. Perhaps a worthy ally. Perhaps, perhaps, even a friend.

As they began their journey to where they would take repast, the Siskeeni listened to the words about honesty and truth. The very ideal of a good man flickered through his mind eliciting a half smile coaxed upon his face. Even as the warmth of Seraphina’s hand anchored him to the moment whilst his eyes drank in the details of their home as they passed along, he could not help but to respond.

“Honesty and truth. These are tools of the politician, smoke and mirrors. The art of saying everything yet nothing of importance. The ability to insult within a perceived compliment. The method of lying by omission and telling truth in erroneous details. The power to imply and never accuse.”

A smirk ever so lightly curved the corners of his lips as the corners of his eyes crinkled from the mirth.

“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. I am an echo of my people and not an individual.”

The saying dredged from the recesses of his mind to escape on softly uttered breath. Dorin, his place of birth and where he was raised, possessed many such litanies. His family were long servants to their people. Merely an expression through which his people faced the galaxy. Being a diplomat for Siskeen was much the same. Derek Dib, the man, was allowed his own emotions, thoughts, and dreams. However, Viceroy Dib was the oracle of his people through good and bad. He was responsible for the position he fought for initially and then was granted by the Siskeeni people. He was the echoing voice from the wilderness.

“Plain words can beget many wondrous things, though I must admit to enjoying the verbal dance often afforded by the Viceroyalty. Much like a dance choreography or a sparring session, the intricate designs of each motion and movement flow into the next while taking into consideration your partner’s own responses. And just as with a fight or a dance, there is a story that plays out before you if you can but see the flow. Recognizing the ebb and flow, the patterns, widens your understanding of the others and enables an exploration of their character, strengths, and fears. Yet there is a great sense of peace that settles about you when these displays of, how did you describe it, silver tongued word gymnastics are no longer necessary.”

His perceptive eyes caught the slight creep of color in the angelic cheeks and slight quickening of pace. He turned an amused expression to Daegon as he offered the woman an interlude free from questing eyes. The use of the word friend fell heavily intoned from his Thyferrean counterpart. It sounded and felt adequate. Friends it would seem they would become.

“If an extra inch along the waistline is the price I pay for such company and the prophesied cornucopia of foodstuff, then it is a price I shall gladly pay. And I shall endeavor to never abuse your name, Sera.”

His crimson eyes departed Daegon to light briefly upon the angelic creature as she motioned for them to take their seats among the three chairs about the table. Spying that two seats were closer together, Derek graciously chose the more distant one to allow his hosts to enjoy their close presence with one another. As Seraphina took it upon herself to serve the men Derek found a feast for his eyes as he took in the serene setting. Though his attention was torn by two great loves, chess and books.

Even as Daegon motioned to the finely crafted game pieces, Derek couldn't help but steal glances at the titles of actual books of parchment and tomes that lay around the spacious alcove. Collecting the widely assorted options Sera referenced was a delicate process as each seemed more delectable then the next. He found himself in a veritable minefield of exquisite options in which each threatened a savory explosion of taste. Ruefully he shook his head.

“I believe you denied me very important, need to know, information. Merely a single loosening of my belt indeed. I anticipate at least twice that many. And I would be very thankful for a wine of your choosing. I shall forward an emerald Alderaani ale, dry yet refreshing. I have several vintages that I highly recommend.”

Lightly he draped the cloth napkin across his lap as he took one of the firstfruits offered by Seraphina as a favorite of Daegon’s. The buttery crust flaked beneath the warm drizzling of icing that criss crossed its top in intricate design. Upon his first bite an explosion of flavor followed the tart jellied fruit filling tempered with sweetness to create a satisfying flavor profile and tactile experience. Chewing thoughtfully he could not help but to release a quiet masculine groan of pleasure that only escape with very few experiences. Lightly he dabbed the creases of his mouth after swallowing. With the napkin once more across his lap he shook his head with a wry grin upon his face.

“Layers upon layers. Everytime I believe I comprehend the symbiotic relationship the two of you have entered upon, a new facet is revealed. I applaud your ability to remain fit with such an accomplished wife who now you say is partially responsible for the rise in quarterly profits. If I did not believe my efforts wasted, I would seek to steal your gem. Yet that would be unfair for I see how you bolster one another to unseen heights while keeping grounded in the reality of your bonds.”

Taking a taste of a different pastry gave him different flavors but the same contented pleasure. His approval was voiced by another audible sigh of definitive approval.

“Travel seems to always take longer than what it should yet my duties make each journey seem fleeting as I never seem to accomplish what I should in the time available. As for prior visits, I never had the pleasure before. The two of you have really created something new, beautiful, and profitable compared to what I was able to research before your new positions here. Tell me, how do you enjoy your positions? And how has your plans unfolded and evolved. And to that regard, what plans do you have for the future? For your people and yourself. Should I expect a Nephilim or two?”

Daegon Corvinus Seraphina Corvinus

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus | Derek Dib

His words were not meant to remind his Angel of the time when they both occupied separate bed chambers as husband and wife, but rather earlier. Even before they were wed he had always been allowed no closer than an arm’s length away because it was what had been proper. Seraphina had always been the proper princess, and she was determined to be the perfect wife. Daegon had never demanded, the Demon had never presumed to take what was his. Yes, there was a possessiveness of her, but only because she allowed it. Had the Seraph asked for him to be less demonstrative he would be, if only because she asked him to do what was not natural for him.​

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Fear. Daegon could imagine he had been an intimidating figure, a creature of darkness, to Seraphina before she had truly known him. Just hearing that she lived fearfully pained the Demon, and he knew this would be her battle won. Their verbal spar would end with the Demon sceding his loss with a quiet kiss to the top of her hand followed by two, almost, inaudible words.​

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“Never again,” he promised. He always promised.​

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It was quiet for a moment, but only just. Had they not been meeting the Viceroy of the Siskeen System perhaps the quiet moment would have turned to something else. They loved each other, and often moments led to unintended, but not unwelcome, situations. As per usual, the pair commanded each moment. And while Daegon could remain for more than an eternity, their guest demanded their attention.​

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Daegon simply observed and listened as Seraphina led them all to the Terrace once more. Her name was given and Derek warned never to use her name when angry. She did not forget sounds. The Demon knew this all too well. It had been her singing which drew him to her the first time, the second, and always. Melody and harmony were her language, sound was her native tongue. Derek would do well to listen, and Daegon simply nodded in agreement. Daegon had never raised his voice to her, and no would ever be permitted to do so.​

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It would be time for them to eat, and Seraphina would play the hostess. Daegon sat back admiring her. This was her element, what she was made to do. Funny that many were not aware of this side of her. The prowess she demonstrated for political affairs at times found itself in the light more than what she would rather be known for. Perhaps it was enough for her to be the Angel at the Demon’s side, but the expression that lit the features of her face as she served and played hostess told Daegon this was what truly made her happy.​

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“Do you need to ask, my love,” Daegon said as he poured himself a cup of caf knowing that the wine would soon be in front of him.​

Daegon did not overindulge, but he also was not one to be seen without a glass when company was among them.​

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Seraphina was blushing, and it was not the overtures of affection which caused it. Compliment after the other was poured out until the flattery had colored the ivory of her cheeks with a natural rouge. The Demon of Thyferra sat back and observed the interaction between Derek and his wife. Listening to him explain how speech worked among the Viceroyalty was interesting. The man was not wrong. Daegon could tell the politician before him had as many layers as the flavorful pastries made by the hands of his Angel.​

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A chuckle escaped his lips as Derek commented on the futility of attempting to steal Sera from him. Part of him would have been offended if Derek had not admitted he would try, the rest of him determined to ensure that would never be possible. Naturally Seraphina was a catch, a prize, but she was Daegon’s prize. He had won her, and in doing so saved the diathim from a life of misery and solitude. They had each other, and she had her happiness.​

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“It is a futile endeavor indeed, but I would be offended if you could not admit to such an attempt. Though perhaps the admission should offend me.”​

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As far as remaining fit, Daegon had a comment at the tip of his tongue, but one look toward Seraphina held it in place. The embarrassment at receiving so many compliments was nothing compared to what she would feel if the Demon stated the one thing which was on his mind.​

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“Travel takes longer than it should, but never lasts as long as one would like,” Daegon interjected. “She simply hates being trapped in a ship when she would rather spread her wings.”​

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It was what added to her beauty. Seraphina was truly an angel, not just in name. Before the conversation could continue down the path of paying more compliments to their hostess, Derek pushed it toward the reason for his visit, and their invitation. Yet, before Daegon would answer his hand motioned to the chess set. Derek had eyed it earlier.​

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“Do you play?”​

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Of course he played, Daegon already knew the answer as the pieces seemed to begin to set themselves.​

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“I have worked hard to get where I am. If I did not enjoy it the effort would have been wasted. Much of what we have done here is a fraction of the work which still needs to be completed. Twice the Sith razed this world, burning everything they could touch. We have brought beauty from ashes, and given strength where there were once tears. Tell me, Derek, what would you do with an opportunity to rebuild a world from the ground up literally?”​

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Daegon paused for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips.​

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“As far as Nephilim… I shall let Seraphina answer that question.”​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

LOCATION: Corvinus Estate -- Thyferra
WEARING: What If He Doesn't Like Pastries Dress
TAG: Derek Dib | Daegon Corvinus

Her husband promised her many things. Always, he upheld them. At his lips to her forehead, she could only nuzzle closer while an almost bird-like chirrup left her lips. It was a sound of perfect happiness, unintentional, like when someone laughed so hard, they started to snort. The pair could have stayed on the terrace together, talking of nothing, until the sun went down. But—They had a guest set to arrive today.

It wouldn’t be gracious or at all hospitable for him to arrive without an audience.

The Viceroy of Siskeen seemed very agreeable, thus far. Seraphina chattered away about this and that whilst they traversed the long hallways. The ruby-colored gown she wore pulled across the floor with a delicate and feathery whisper. When Derek began to speak of the tools of a politician the diathim released a sweet laugh that rang like bells into the vaulted ceiling. “I wish I had your silver tongue, sir. I can know none of those things. To insult, to lie, I apologize…That I cannot do.”

She could feel the poetry in the words Derek recited, however, Seraphina could also feel the slightly more serious layer that hid beneath it all. It was as subtle as the breaking dawn. Slow, but noticeable, if one paid enough attention. The Princess of an Iego Moon may not have had the wherewithal to always know when something was amiss, or afoot, but she did have an eye for detail. She had an eye for people. She loved them without thought; and typically, they loved her.

The way he described the debates between the Viceroyalty caused her small nose to crinkle when she turned her head to smile at Daegon. Was that how he saw it? A dance? A story? She was far more certain that when her beloved walked into the senate hall that he was mentally armed to the teeth. It was not a graceful waltz—But a battle of wits, and of words, that he fully intended to win.

Seraphina cleared her throat when they made it back to the terrace to shake away some of her embarrassment at the off-handed compliments. Her cheeks still burned. No matter how she aged she never seemed to appear to have grown beyond the innocently sincere blushing bride that Daegon had brought home to Thyferra. They had been married for so long that she couldn’t imagine life without him. Yet, still. She knew not how to accept praise without stammering and changing colors.

Sometimes she forgot to breathe.

When Derek promised never to say her name in vain, she rewarded him a smile that rivaled the warmth of the sun. It was a simple thing. But, for just meeting him? She treasured it and filed it away. While the two men took their seats, she proceeded to bring refreshments. She had already started to pour red wine for Daegon and at Derek’s request, poured him a second glass. She set one glass down before Derek first, as he was guest, before turning to Daegon. A brief kiss cheekily met his brow while she sat the wine down before him and stole his caf instead.

She liked it better than wine for a light brunch.

Derek seemed to be pleased and Seraphina smiled happily over the rim of her mug. A lady didn’t laugh while drinking, but, her eyes were bright enough to betray her. He did seem to like her pastries after all and that thought filled her with relief. “A dry ale would be most welcome. We have a lot imported, though, mostly red and white wine. You’d be welcome to try anything that suits you…”

Beer or mead was not something Sera had ever had.

She took another sip of the caf and set it down at her place before flitting over toward the buffet of delicious things she had prepared. While Derek and Daegon spoke, she listened and instead made neat plates for both men to enjoy. A return trip would see to her own—And she returned just in time to catch the jests made of stealing her from her husband. She could feel that Derek was only speaking in jest, and, of her value but she blushed anyway. Would she ever be any color but cherry pink?

“You both will spoil me this day, certainly, far more than my sweets ruin your waistlines.”

Seraphina picked up a scone and began to nibble happily. It was made with soft dried fruit and some sort of white chocolate that made her head feel-a-tizzy. Namana berry, she believed. “Daegon also gives me too much credit, Derek. I only ever do what I feel is right. Both for myself, my husband, and those who depend on us.”

Just when the young woman felt that the dialogue was dialing down and focusing on topics a little more equated to business, or, perhaps nothing that would raise her blood pressure—The talk of little nephilim had her hastily popping a decent sized piece of the scone into her mouth so she clearly couldn’t answer right away. She was chewing, and that would be impolite.

Chocolate eyes fell to her lap while Daegon fielded the questions about Thyferra. Seraphina had hoped that he would also field the topic of younglings, however, that seemed to be on her head. Her cheeks still held a faint glow that was rushing down her neck like wildfire. “I—”

A stammer that would have her wringing her napkin in her hands.

“If Daegon would wish for it. I would…I—I would like that very much.”

The admission made her feel like she had just spilled a very carefully guarded secret and she couldn’t pull her eyes up toward either male at the table. They might not understand, but, diathim didn’t reproduce often. If she managed to find herself with child it would be nothing short of a miracle, not to mention, that it was something that neither Corvinus had ever really talked about.

The wife of the bacta mogul could feel her shoulders hunch a little bit. Not to slouch—But pressing inward. If present company wouldn’t have included someone that might not be winged creatures she would have let her gossamer appendages unfurl and manifest so that she could wrap them around herself. It gave her the illusion of safety. This topic? Very, very scary.

She cleared her throat again with a delicate sound and pushed a smile out to shake off her apprehensions. Now was not the time.

“When it comes to Thyferra I enjoy discovering and cultivating new flora that won't affect the bacta supply. There were also many, many families left without homes over the years. There are many orphanages and half-way houses. Some parts of Thyferra still bear the black scars from when the Sith injured her. She hurts, still. But we try to mend her."

Her. As if the planet was real with a personality. To Sera, it was.