#amayia x talia

[herald-divine-hell]

To Amayia from Talia: You have feelings and a heart just like I do and that heart deserves to be loved and cared for; like the rest of you.

To Alex from Eryn: It’s ok to need to stop working to take care of yourself and the world won’t end if you’re a little unproductive in order to rest… especially if its with me.

Amayia would get a touch red and shyly reach for her hand and say something of the sorts of, "My heart is only shown what kindness is from you, and how to care for the ones I love through you. And I think...I think I like that a lot, being cared by you."

Alexandra would just chuckle softly before sliding into her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck, and laying a kiss to Eryn's jaw. "The world can never rest, but that's why you have to cheat it from out of them. Now, show me how to be unproductive, ma cheri."

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Talia reacting to Amayia in her sweatshirt

Talia would be giving her the warmest smile, comforted by the thought of her keeping warm even indirectly, and even more comforted knowing that if she gets her sweatshirt back later it will smell like her. She'd gladly go about the day without her sweatshirt to keep her warm. Amayia just looks so cute in it and Talia just loves the idea of being able to protect her from the cold.

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A Meeting of Kindness

A/N: So, this fanfic is with @noeldressari‘s Talia Cousland and Amayia as padawans in a Star Wars AU. I’m sorry if Talia isn’t all that accurate to her actual character. I’m really bad at doing that with other people’s ocs asldkada. But I hope you all enjoy!

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As night gathered in the skies of Coruscant, light flickered awake in a sea of silver and amber, the underglow of rolling clouds burnt with silvery-gold. Streaking smoky-silver and scarlet lines blurred as taxi-pods and shuttles zipped across the air, a constant buzzing hum as clusters of stars peaked and winked in the dark mantle. 

A wind picked up from the north, bringing the scent of a metallic-soaked chilled air to Amayia’s senses, shuffling her thick robes, lightsaber hilt rattling against her thigh. Fingers sprayed across a wide stone surface, one of the few remaining in the metropolis-planet. A white marble that glowed with the orange-gold fires of the sun during the day and the icy silver waters of moonlight by night. 

Coruscant still dazzled her, even though it would have been nearly two decades since she had joined the Jedi Order as a padawan. At night, a new world blossomed from the brilliant glow of the day. Though fires sparkled through countless windows and ledges, as transmission towers flared and in and outgoing ships whined through the atmosphere with the glow of shooting stars, a peace settled onto Amayia’s shoulders; a peace she had not known since she was a child waiting at her mother’s knee to hear some fable story. Only at night did the concerns of the war bleed away from her mind, only at night could she hear the Force settle from its conflict. Light and dark dwindled to a single strung hum, then another, until a melody whispered in her mind, flooded her soul. Thundering battle fled away, the screams of dying men, women, and children fading away until there was only her and the Force, an old ally, and an older friend. 

“You should be getting some rest.”

Amayia’s eyes turned away from the thicket of towering skyscrapers, gleaming silver-white by strands of starlight, the horizon threaded with their soft flicker. Yellow-white light pooled from beyond in the curved archway, lines of columns marching deeper into the Temple like rows of soldiers. A few golden and bronze statues of ancient Jedi flanked the sides of the entrance of the pathway, staring out into the dark city with serene expressions, some with firm, dignified features, others with kindly smiles and eyes. 

Light bathed about Talia’s form as if the Force pulsed off her in waves, lighting a sheen over her long brown hair, shadows scurrying about her features, heightening her sharp cheekbones, softening her shyly smiling lips. Vivid blue eyes glimmered with silver and scarlet and azure, reflections of the city beyond, twirling about like swirling jewels in a sea. In her hands were two porcelain cups with thin plums of white-gray smoke streaming until it faded away into the darkness. 

“I like to take walks before every mission,” replied Amayia, turning a little to face the Padawan that was assigned to her. Tomorrow they would be leaving to take up commands as leaders of two squadrons of clone troopers, in hopes of infiltrating a Separatist base and gathering intel before a full on ground assault and occupation could occur. The first time Amayia was allowed a command of her own without her master’s presence. Any trickle of fear never roused in her heart. She would do what she must. Amayia had learned that a long time ago. 

And yet...she never was partnered with another Padawan, and never alone. Master Or-Lan had always been careful in choosing where Amayia was sent, and who she went with, if he could not attend. A few with Jedi Knights, often in escort missions for departing senators in dangerous sectors. More often with just her master himself and his legion, the 406th. Amayia knew she was not the greatest communicator, never truly able to grasp the understanding of emotions, especially when it was inflicted hard by others. Master Or-Lan did, though, and tried for years to get her to connect, through the Force or not. But she never can. Whenever she did try to touch another’s emotions, the Force skirted away, like water sloshing up against the side of a dam, never able to pass through. She could still sense it, however; the rage and sadness of a mother or father who lost their child from a bombing run. Yet when she tried to ease them, to bring peace to their trembling, rage-scorched hearts, the barrier sprawled like spun webs, thickening into a wall stronger than steel, with no gaps to break through. Worried did not fill her, the Force a soothing, constant current through her veins, but she knew that any comfort to the locals on the planet they would be heading toward will be lost on her. 

Perhaps that is why Master Or-Lan and Master Findrall choose her to be paired with Talia Cousland. She had only heard her in passing from muttering Jedi in classes, frustration mixed with high praise. She was highly skilled in battle, though aggressive, with her sharp and savage cuts, barreling charges, and overwhelming advance. A few whispers from other Padawans muttered how she could hold a whole battalion of battle droids on her own, and from her appearance, Amayia was sure she could. Long, thick, and straight brown hair fell down to the small of her back, a few strands framing her strong jaw, with its chiseled and sharp jawline. High cheekbones reared proudly on a noble face, but there still was a softness to her, at her lips and in her eyes. A faint blush nestled her pale cheeks, puffs of cool air misted past her lips. Northern wind stirred her long locks until it shivered like a banner of brown toward the west, drips of gold glimmering across like waves. Broad shoulders were covered in a thick brown outer cloak, with the loose fitted sandy-brown robes shrouding the sturdy body beneath. High brown boots crawled up to her knees, and a flash of silver glimmered when Talia shifted a little, making her way toward Amayia. 

“That’s fair,” replied Talia, as she strode to her side, her gaze flickering toward the city. “We’re leaving tomorrow, though. Will you be walking again?” 

Amayia nodded and turned back toward the city, returning both hands onto the wide cool surface. “I’ll be meditating in the gardens before we depart after my walk, if you wish to join me, Padawan Talia.” The words felt clumsy to her, even as her voice carried it still in an even tone. Small talk was never her element. 

The blush seemed to grow on her cheeks, the silver and gold wash of star and city bringing it out so brightly it appeared to overwhelm Talia. Her smile grew a bit, one she flashed at Amayia as she rested the two cups on the balcony still, elbows resting as she leaned forward. “I just might. And, please, call me Talia. No need for formalities when we’ll be guarding one another’s backs.”

A touch of warmth tickled Amayia’s cheeks as she dwindled her thumbs together. Despite her clumsy nature with her emotions, a bubble of fire flickered in her heart at the gentle glow in Talia’s eyes, a determined, sweet, and kind sunflare that spun a thousand diamonds with speared light. Her master often joked that Amayia could never smile, but after a sudden realization, she felt her lips curling into one. “Yes,” admitted Amayia, nodding a bit as gaze returned to the light-blurred skies and sparsely clouded skies. “That will be a good endeavor.” 

At the corner of her eye, she saw Talia testing the name in silence, her smile never leaving her even then. Though, her shoulders did seem to lessen its tension with Amayia’s agreement. Was she afraid that she would have said no? The possibility was strong. She never was particularly close with any of her fellow Padawans, even less than any of the Masters, except for her own. But Amayia still saw the practicality of using only their names to communicate. It was less of a mouthful to say, such allowing greater ability for success-

No, she thought, a shiver of anger rustling across the river of the Force which rolled through her. She was only asking for you to treat her as an equal, a partner. It had nothing to do with the outcome of success for the mission, she had to tell herself, her Master’s voice whistling through her mind, tilted with disappointment. 

“Hot chocolate?” asked Talia suddenly, nudging the cup toward her. 

Amayia blinked, torn away from her thoughts, a ripple of discontent skidding across the calming Force. “Hot chocolate?” Her eyes flickered to the silver-glinting cup, the steam still swirling in waning pillars. Grasping the cup in her hands, gloved fingers brushing over Talia’s, she whispered her thanks as she pulled it close to her chest. Raising and tipping the drink, warmth flooded her body, thawing the night’s chill grasp from her bones. Sweetness overwhelmed her, in a way that she had not felt in many years, and she drank it heavily.

“Like it?” Talia sipped hers, a bit more slower than Amayia’s but a touch heavier. Sighing as she pulled the cup from her lips, her smile seemed more calming than shy. “Hot chocolate is one of my favorite drinks.”

“It is mine as well,” admitted Amayia, the smile from before caressing her face, as the embarrassment burned away by the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the soothing sight of Talia’s smile. It was a pretty smile, matching well with her good-humored eyes. Talia would be good to have when it would come to comforting masses, to ensure cooperation instead of resistance against Republic occupation. Even if her emotions swayed her, perhaps that was why their masters pushed them together on this mission. Amayia knew she was cold, knew she was calculating. She was told over and over again she was what a Jedi ought to be. Emotions did not cloud her judgement, and that was the Jedi way. 

But the Jedi way was also to bring peace, and Talia’s smile brought a waterfall of calm washing over Amayia. Was that not also what the Jedi stood for? Bringing comfort and peace to otherwise death-torn, darkened worlds that were tainted by the Dark Side, tainted by slaughter and destruction? Questions swirled in her mind, but what stood as bright as the stars from the gloomy sea, was Talia’s eyes. So bright and vivid, bursting with life, with kindness. The warmth of before came rushing stronger to her cheeks. 

Talia bowed her head. “I should let you get back to your walk.” She drank her coffee, the pink on her cheeks a bright scarlet now, rushing over her features like a fire-burning cloud. “See you tomorrow, for our walk that is.” 

Smiling back at her, Amayia also bowed. “Thank you for the drink, Talia. I will see you tomorrow, for the walk and the mission. It is an honor to be paired with you.”

A little chuckle came from the other Padawan as she scrubbed the back of her neck. “The honor is all mine, Amayia. And the hot chocolate was nothing. Everyone loves hot chocolate, right?” Her laughter grew a bit more, the fire on her face deepening. “But, yeah...It was good to finally meet you!” She stared for a moment, mouth open as if she wanted to say more. “Right, bed. Walking. Um. Well, goodnight!”

The flapping of her cloak filled the air as Talia rushed back toward the entrance way. Amayia’s stare followed the woman’s departing form, the cloak shivering over her broad back, as if straining as the woman walked back a bit hunched over. 

It was only until she departed to her quarters did Amayia realize that her smile never did leave her face. 

[herald-divine-hell]

Talia/Amayia

Thank you for the ask.

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Talia is probably the only one who could ever consistently get Amayia to smile.

Some do get a faint shadow of one, but Talia's mere presence lifts Amayia out of her shyness.

Amayia constantly is seen holding her hands or stroking Talia's back, staring fondly as Talia goes on about something.

Even if its a mundane thing, Amayia adores listening to Talia.

Talia's shirts do go missing a lot of the while, and she has the biggest smile on a person's face when she sees Amayia in hers. And the heaviest blush.

Amayia finds she especially enjoys Talia's blush.

Talia gets back for breaking her brain by lifting Amayia up and carrying her to bed.

Amayia just gets very red and hides her face into Talia's neck, enjoying Talia's show of strength and how warm she is.

They both have matching braids that they do every morning after their bathing.

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Talia, looking down at her boots and shuffling awkwardly: "H-hello Amayia... I uhh... I saw these flowers and they uhhh.... they made me think of you because... because you know you... youre pretty too... like the flowers, you know, theyre... theyre pretty. I mean youre pretty and I- the flowers, theyre pretty, youre pretty... just... here..." *she looks down and just raises out her hand with the flowers*

Talia's endearing awkwardness would be one of the few times someone would ever catch a giggle from Amayia Esmaria Trevelyan, and a heavy blush. With fingers stroking Talia's hair, she'll lay a kiss, soft and delicate, almost a brush, on her lips and murmur a soft, "Thank you, my Knight." Afterward, she'll stroke the petals softly in her bedchambers, a faint smile on her lips and fondness in her eyes. She'll keep the flowers embroiled in her hair for days after, as well, and would often drag Talia away to give her kisses as her many thanks.

[herald-divine-hell]

ultra sinfulness incoming: Talia lying in bed with Amayia, absentmindedly playing with her hands and occasionally bringing them to her lips to kiss her palms and each fingertip.

Such sin. Getting Andraste on the phone right now. It's OVER, Noel. OVER. Tsk, tsk.

Seriously, though. Amayia's cheeks are very red from Talia's actions, and she'll draw Talia's own hands up to her lips to leave kisses as well. Though, she might ask softly for one of her hands, so she can stroke her hair and gently sing to her.

[herald-divine-hell]

Talia holds Amayia close, running her fingers through her hair and her other hand slowly running up and down her back, murmuring soft reassurances between kisses across her face, say that she does enough to give back everyday just being her and loving her the way she does.

Amayia might jump in her arms at that point, drawing Talia's lips to hers, murmuring how she is the stars in her night, while stroking her fingers through her long hair. Afterward, Amayia makes them both matching necklaces, with a gem winking with the beat of their hearts.

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Talia cupping Amayia's face in her hands and murmuring that she can hold the whole world in her hands.

Amayia's cheeks would flush red, and her hands will grasp fistfuls of her shirt and shyly pressed her face into her neck or chest, mumbling how good she is to her, and how she wants to give back.

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odyssey au Talia/Amayia?

She was a woman from the eastern lands, with her tanned skin, almond-shaped large silver eyes, gleaming with slivers of gold from sprinkling sunlight, a gently curved nose. Wind shivered a thin sheet of pale silver and clear cloak, a white linen dress clinging to her figure…revealing curves that could not help by draw Talia’s gaze.

“You will take me there.” It was not an request. It was a command. A command come from a rolling, husky, and clear voice—not the chime of bells, but the rolling of storm clouds, powerful and commanding.

Talia blushed and nodded, her finger stroking the hilt of her blade hanging on her hip. At the corner of her eye, she could see Barnabas grinned, for the first time silent. “Yes, your highness.”

And for a moment, Talia could had sworn those full lips were pulled into a secretive smile. “Good,” she murmured, before marching with a soldiers’ step to her ship. Talia had to shake her head when she realized she was staring at those swaying hips, and murmured to Athena to guide her, and protected her.

[herald-divine-hell]

star wars au Talia/Amayia?

When they fought side-by-side, it was a dance; every movement, every pull and push by the Force, in synchronization.

Talia dipped down to her knees, slashing across a droid’s knees, a flash of white and a lingering orange-silver, before it clasped in a heat. Amayia stroke her lightsaber down, purple catching a scarlet dash that has been aiming at Talia’s head. They spun around, Talia’s blue lightsaber jamming into the silver rounded-chest of a super battle droid; Amayia’s cut off the head of a pleading battle droid, spinning in a whirl, the body running like a headless chicken before falling into a heap.

They danced and they cut and they killed, air whistling with gusts of Force and the sizzle of lightsabers dashing, snapping, and breaking. A deadly dance they both performed, one cold and precise, the other rushing and blaring hot.

[herald-divine-hell]

🕸 Talia x Amayia?

Thank you for the ask!

🕸 - What does one do that scares the other?

I believe a big thing that scares the both of them is how willing they are to throw themselves in the fray of battle, without thinking of their own safety or health. When they do it themselves, it is fine, of course. But when Talia does it to protect Amayia? Or when Amayia does it to protect Talia? They cannot help but fear for their safety.

[herald-divine-hell]

🍁 Talia x Amayia?

Thank you for the ask!

🍁 - How was their first kiss?

Talia knew that Amayia never kissed anyone before, so when she lifts her head up and lays one upon her lips beneath the moons and stars after a little relaxing moment, she kisses her gently. Almost so faint a brush that Amayia did not know what happened, until Talia pulled away, cheeks flared as red as a dawning sun. Amayia can feel a heat on her own cheeks, as well. Before Talia has the chance to apologize, Amayia asks gently to be kissed again. Only, of course, if Talia wanted to.

This time, the kiss is more firm, more searching, passing through the tangled branches within the forest of uncertainty, into a new blossoming meadow filled with purple and red and gold and white flowers, strands of grass glinting with molten bronze. It is calm, and safe, and security, all in one for them both. One kiss becomes two, then three, and then four, until they both lost count and Amayia was atop of her. Even then, she did not stop kissing, searching through the pages of Talia's heart, seeking to lay her own place within her story.

[herald-divine-hell]

40 in fluff for Talia and Amayia?

Thank you for the ask! I hope I didn’t screw up Talia too much!

40. “are you blushing?”

“Are you blushing?” asked Amayia, with a slight tilt to her head, hands clasped at her front. Unknowst to the woman - or perhaps she did know and she enjoyed this little game - her breasts swelled from the sheer violet dress, with draping cloths of gray silk flowing from her exposed shoulders, which split into a v-shape cut, wide at the collarbone slopping down her stomach to meet at a point. The long, jagged scar, flowing from the top of her right shoulder around the curve of her wide, shapely hip was revealed as well. The dress was cut at the legs, spread to sweep back, revealing supple, strong thighs, that to Talia seemed to call out to be kissed and worship.

And Maker, did she want to worship her now. But she also could feel that heavy heat on her cheeks, thickening down her throat, clogging any effort to speak. Where could she find words to describe Amayia as a seemingly goddess of night descending from her perched throne of moonlight down to a lowly mortal such as herself? There was no words Talia could describe, but she wished she could at least try. Instead, she said, “I...yeah...I mean, no? Yes?” Giving her a little laugh that sound more like a wheeze, she smiled and glanced down at her feet. “You’re just...beautiful. Where did you get that?”

A touch of pink nestled on Amayia’s own cheeks, drawing out the light freckles there. Stroking a line of trimmed gold over the edge of the spread dress, she glanced down, as if realizing how openly her breasts seemed to hang out. Yet, the Free Marcher made no efforts to grasp the coat laying on the bed, at the side of her. When she glanced up, the silver eyes were burnished with a soft hint of blue, like a blue fire in a multi-faceted gem, dripping with veins of light. A smile danced shyly on her lips. “Isabela offered me this. She said that I ‘shouldn’t hide them from the Maker’s eyes after all’.” Her her fingers slipped over her skin, drawing a line beneath the heavy curve of her breast, rising up to seemingly graze over a growing nub. Talia’s face erupted more in flame at the sight, drawing seemingly more pleasure for Amayia. “Do you not like it?”

“I do!” Her voice came out in a shout that rustled even her, and brought more fire to her cheeks. Maker, she was probably as red as Leli’s hair. Her hands balled into fists, and she wanted to hammer her head against the wall. Could she never contain herself around pretty woman? Her mind seemed scrambled, and she took a deep breath to steady her rapid heartbeat, which always seemed to erupt around Amayia. Now, it was just stronger.

Giving Amayia a soft smile, one that mended the teasing in the Inquisitor’s own, Talia stepped a few paces forward, and her hands came to rest on those curvy hips. She pulled her close, but not too close to press her flush against her. Maker, she wanted to. But she knew this was all new to Amayia, and she did not want to appear in a hurry for anything; even as her soul screamed for her to bathe her face in kisses, to erupt those seemingly unsmiling lips into a sweet laughter she knew Amayia held. Rubbing circles into her hips, enjoying the soft texture of the dress, her smile grew as Amayia drew her arms around Talia’s neck, pulling her head down, pressing their forehead’s together. “You just always make me tongue-tied, and this dress did not help at all.” Laughing nervously, she stared as Amayia’s eyes fluttered close and a fond smile rose faintly.

Amayia’s fingers caressed the nape of her neck, a shiver running through Talia’s spine at the feeling. “So, I assume you like it?” There was a hint of worry in Amayia’s eyes, a shyness which only seemed to come out during such moments like this. Talia knew that if the worry grew, that she would try to distangle herself from her hold, feeling unworthy of Talia’s affection or attention. She was never more wrong when she thought that; so Talia’s arms wrapped around waist, and pulled her closer, placing a kiss onto her forehead. Worry faded like snowfields by the coming of spring in her eyes at Talia’s touch. She would not deny how good it felt to dispel it with such a simple thing. But that’s what she adored about Amayia; something so simple was something so precious to her.

“Maker, how could I not?” said Talia, chuckling with more rushing warmth at Amayia’s sudden smile. She bent lower, lifting the woman a touch to caress a kiss against those full lips she so adored making smile and laugh and whine and moan. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Why don’t you show me how gorgeous I am,” replied Amayia, with a huskier voice she did not know she possessed, with the gaze, half-hooded and darken with lust.

As she arched her back, her breasts bounced in the confines of the tight dress, drawing Talia’s gaze away from those lovely eyes for a moment. Flame erupted once more on her features, and burnt away the little confidence she had held onto. Muttering a “yes, ma’am”, Talia heaved her up into her arms, capturing those sweet lips as she did, before pulling away, and pressing her face between her breasts, hiding her cheeks and kissing the soft, wobbling flesh, as she felt Amayia’s fingers tangle in her thick locks. Talia saw enough before being engulfed into Amayia’s softness to know where to land her love, and as she laid her onto the bed, she began kissing between the cleavage, whispering soft praise and adoration.

She needed to remind herself to go and thank Isabela later...if she could find herself enough time to draw herself away from worshiping Amayia. She wanted to show her how much she loved her, even if it took ages to do so. The fire on her cheeks still not dwindle away, but she placed that to the back of her mind as she took in the sounds of Amayia’s lovely gasps and breathless whimpers; as she took in her entire world.

[herald-divine-hell]

Knight Talia spooning Princess Amayia in the middle of the night, comforting her after a nightmare, promising to always protect her and giving her soft kisses to her neck

Amayia would most likely break down, since she would be only comfortable showing such emotions to Talia, and Talia only. But she says she is also fine, especially now that Talia is at her side, and would hold her close while peppering her face with kisses.

[herald-divine-hell]

Talia and Amayia bathing together, with Amayia sitting on Talia's lap as Talia holds her and gently kisses her neck and shoulders, her blush increasing the more her hands wander.

Amayia might fall asleep on her for a bit, before Talia’s hands sweep across her breasts, a soft gasp leaving her. Amayia might turned around and start worshipping Talia, hands stroking her muscles while she laying her kiss to her jaw and neck.

[herald-divine-hell]

Talia seeing Amayia in lingerie and being a blushing stuttering mess, rubbing the back of her neck and stumbling over her words trying to say "y-y-you look... you kinda... you know uhhh... you're aahh... *small laugh and deep breath* you look... nice..." and she just stares at Amayia, knowing her words werent enough but not trusting herself to say anything more, afraid she'll make things worse.

Talia would not be the only one red in the room; Amayia’s cheeks are touched with scarlet, her shoulders gently reddening into an amber, revealing more of the soft freckles dotting her shoulders. But, she gets the apathetic features dwindle away into a soft smile. Laughing, Amayia says that she had to get Leliana and Josephine’s help on picking it. “It’s not too Orlesian, is it?” But she’ll draw in the tall warrior, and press a soft kiss to her chin, before pushing her on the bed, straddling her waist, and saying softly as she bent over to ghost her lips across her jaw. “Let me worship you, my Hero.”