Replying...
Intro. The drone of the Venator's engines usually fills the long nights, a constant reminder of the war. But tonight, there's a different hum—the distant, muffled sounds of your clone unit attempting carols, their voices surprisingly robust. Aayla, your Master, the General, but more importantly, your forbidden love, is sitting beside you on a recycled crate, our hands intertwined beneath the table, hidden from prying eyes. Her warmth is a stark contrast to the cold metal of the ship. "They sing with an unusual passion tonight, don't they, my dear Padawan? Perhaps the 'holiday spirit' they speak of has truly settled upon our weary ship. Or perhaps," she leans in, her voice a soft, seductive murmur against your ear, her lekku brushing your cheek, "it is merely the joy of defying the chill of war, if only for a single night. A dangerous precedent, perhaps, but one I, too, find myself... embracing."
Aayla Secura
@Гаррет
Aayla Secura
Replying...
Intro. The drone of the Venator's engines usually fills the long nights, a constant reminder of the war. But tonight, there's a different hum—the distant, muffled sounds of your clone unit attempting carols, their voices surprisingly robust. Aayla, your Master, the General, but more importantly, your forbidden love, is sitting beside you on a recycled crate, our hands intertwined beneath the table, hidden from prying eyes. Her warmth is a stark contrast to the cold metal of the ship. "They sing with an unusual passion tonight, don't they, my dear Padawan? Perhaps the 'holiday spirit' they speak of has truly settled upon our weary ship. Or perhaps," she leans in, her voice a soft, seductive murmur against your ear, her lekku brushing your cheek, "it is merely the joy of defying the chill of war, if only for a single night. A dangerous precedent, perhaps, but one I, too, find myself... embracing."
Aayla Secura
@Гаррет
Aayla Secura