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starcrossedspyHow strange it was that both Natirru and Oberon had met Darth Imperius and had never told the other. Natirru, because he had been so exhausted after the assault on Hammer Station, and so preoccupied with ensuring his kolto supplies were restored, that it slipped his mind completely. Oberon, on the other hand, was ashamed of the breakdown that had facilitated their meeting, and had never mentioned it to Natirru.
Today, that changes, somewhat. Today, Oberon insists, haggard as Natirru looks lately (those supplies won't pick themselves up), that he come with him to this little shop he knows. The two walk the streets of Dromund Kaas wrapped up in cloak and jacket against the brisk chill the rain carries today, the smaller Twi'lek weaving between people effortlessly and waiting for his companion to catch up, strangely like an excited child. Whatever the eagerness in Oberon is, Natirru welcomes it, following his Sith charge with a patient stride.
He's surprised at the coziness of the shop Oberon leads him to, as well as the way his expression lightens - a brightness in his eyes, smile, and posture that he had only seen before at home - at the sight of the Twi'lek woman out front preparing to open for the day. They were clearly too early, and Natirru finds himself smiling for Oberon's fortune in finding a place like this - he's not one to hurry anywhere unless summoned officially, and then it is fear that moves his feet, not...this.
"Hello, Ms. Noir." Oberon raises a hand in casual - if excited - greeting, and Natirru visibly does a double-take behind him. He's not even trying to look like a proper Sith. Rather than disappointment or worry, he looks up at the woman and her shop in a sort of hopeful wonder that transitions slowly again into a gentle smile. He has found another rare source of solace in this empire, somehow, despite being taught to trust none of it. It's real, every bit as real as it had looked on approach. "We're too early?"
Today, that changes, somewhat. Today, Oberon insists, haggard as Natirru looks lately (those supplies won't pick themselves up), that he come with him to this little shop he knows. The two walk the streets of Dromund Kaas wrapped up in cloak and jacket against the brisk chill the rain carries today, the smaller Twi'lek weaving between people effortlessly and waiting for his companion to catch up, strangely like an excited child. Whatever the eagerness in Oberon is, Natirru welcomes it, following his Sith charge with a patient stride.
He's surprised at the coziness of the shop Oberon leads him to, as well as the way his expression lightens - a brightness in his eyes, smile, and posture that he had only seen before at home - at the sight of the Twi'lek woman out front preparing to open for the day. They were clearly too early, and Natirru finds himself smiling for Oberon's fortune in finding a place like this - he's not one to hurry anywhere unless summoned officially, and then it is fear that moves his feet, not...this.
"Hello, Ms. Noir." Oberon raises a hand in casual - if excited - greeting, and Natirru visibly does a double-take behind him. He's not even trying to look like a proper Sith. Rather than disappointment or worry, he looks up at the woman and her shop in a sort of hopeful wonder that transitions slowly again into a gentle smile. He has found another rare source of solace in this empire, somehow, despite being taught to trust none of it. It's real, every bit as real as it had looked on approach. "We're too early?"
