#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai
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But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings. You need to go to war to find material to sing.
Florence + The Machine - “King”
#swtor sort of#OC aesthetic#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith empress#sith heiress#subterfugeverse#zephyrverse au#reverse!zephyrverse au#swtor character theme songs
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I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing. I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King...
Florence + The Machine - “King”
#swtor sort of#OC aesthetic#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#subterfugeverse#zephyrverse au#sith heiress#reverse!zephyrverse au#sith empress#swtor character theme songs#y'all ever hear a song and it *immediately* bitch-slaps you with Character Feelings(tm)?#*OH YEAH. WE REALLY IN IT NOW FOLKS*#/hj#XD
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Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. for an oc/pairing that you think would best suit the prompt - KH💙 (p.s. sorry for accidentally unfollowing you when trying to click on the 'ask' button 🤪)
(no worries and likewise I am SO SO SORRY that this took me two years to finish up I am horrified by that 😭🥺 I had a l o t of fun with this one even if it took me 5ever to transfer it from script to actual Prose so I hope it’s worth the wait and y’all enjoy!! <3) A/N:
This one is set just after > Kiss With A Fist < so if you’re new and/or you don’t remember the kiss they’re arguing about, it’s in that oneshot! :D
Strikhedonia - noun. The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. This one came from the “obscure word/definition” ask game a while back. Sadly far back enough that I do not have the link but ANYWAY its finally here yaaas!! The alternative title for this one is “How much Unresolved Sexual Tension can I fit into one Oneshot?” and the answer, I am happy to report, is “Yes”. XD
Wai Tarar = the official title/rank term for the Ahaszaai royals’ personal bodyguards, each Ahaszaai has a minimum of one, but more commonly between 2-3 ESPECIALLY for the current ruling Emperor(ess) and/or their heir(ess) ;) It’s literally just High Sith for “Royal Protector” but it sounds so much more fancy in High Sith xP
Falling in love with your bodyguard is a little less scandalous when your father happens to think he Has Very Nice Genes, Actually, and This Could Work In Our Favour so "You know what, go ahead" XD in case anyone is wondering WHY Vastas doesn't care. Kissai's got Massassi blood in his line, and Grampy Ahaszaai thinks it'd be neat to get a little of that in the future grandkids 😉
No specific warnings for this one. Just two idiots very obviously in love, and - oh my god she’s done denying it? D’leah’s not playing hard to get anymore?? /lh XD You can also read on > AO3 < if you’d prefer the formatting there! :D
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D'leah had been rather surprised to catch the eye of her Wai Tarar across the sea of other Sith Lords and Darths, decked out to their nines in glitz and glamour in the manner she would have well expected of the High Sith families that associated with her father. Of course, it was not a problem that he had come, as her principle protector it was almost certainly…encouraged that Kissai attend in order to stand guard for the Ahaszaai line during the festivities, he would not be the only Wai Tarar in the crowd. But the Sith heiress simply couldn't shake the realization that Kissai was not in his red armour, this time, but rather a suit of the more formal kind. It couldn't be….that he was here for her, surely?
On an impulse, she caught his eye as she wove her way through the crowd and headed for the nearby balcony, the cool night breeze stirring her cheeks as she stepped out of the stuffy palace ballroom. Leaning against the balustrade, she exhaled softly and waited, listening to the lilting notes of the classical music that drifted towards her through the open balcony door. Before long, the sound of carefully measured footfalls reached the heiress' ears, and she calmly turned to face him. She had nothing to fear from this man, she knew that much.
"Dance with me, my Lord?" He inquired, eyes bright with hope as he held a hand out towards her. The heiress' gaze lingered on his outstretched palm for a fraction too long, before finally darting up to meet his, the tips of her jaw spurs trembling. He cleaned up remarkably well, for a commoner…
Somehow, the fact that he had waited until she had beckoned him outside, away from the prying eyes of every kriffing Sith aristocrat in the Empire, to ask for her hand at all only made it *worse* for her. Damn it, his sister's right. You've got it BAD, D'leah.
Besides, nobody would see them out here, so what harm would one dance do? If he cared half as much as she liked to pretend that he did, D'leah knew her father would never have let her leave the palace with her guard in tow - Emperor Ahaszaai had eyes everywhere, and someone watching out for her at all times.
So, the heiress slid her hand delicately into his, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards into a faint half smirk as she purred teasingly. "You have nice manners, for an Outskirter~"
The taller Pureblood scoffed softly as she stepped into his grasp, his fangs flashing in a grin. "Last I checked, my Lord, your father was quite enamoured with my manners."
D'leah raised a browstalk in surprise. "Enamoured", huh? He'd taken to using a lot of big words around her of late…he really was trying to impress her, she was sure of it.
"I can't imagine why he would think that." She smirked back at him, bringing her other hand to rest on his shoulder, though she did have to pivot onto her toes ever so slightly. He was so tall...
They fell into a steady and well-balanced set of steps in time with the tempo of the music from the ballroom, and Kissai guided her into a twirl, humming softly under his breath. "Hmm. You know what I think?"
D'leah made a curious, prompting noise in the back of her throat, her breath almost catching when he effortlessly caught her out of the spin and dipped her down in time with the swell of the music. His hand was warm against the small of her back, even through the fabric of her evening gown, "you like it." the taller Pureblood breathed, a hint of a query to his tone still.
Kissai was right, she knew he was. But the Sith heiress wasn't quite ready to admit it just yet. She wanted him to work for it. She chuckled as nonchalantly as she could manage, allowing him to pull her upright and sweep her into the next set of steps. "Well, I think you’re a fool who is wholly overconfident in himself~"
The taller Pureblood's fangs flashed in a grin, and without thinking about it, he retorted cheekily. "That makes two of us, then, doesn't it, my Lord?"
The realisation dawned on his face as D'leah's arm snapped taut with the next step she took, the heiress' eyes fixing on him as she hissed sharply.
"And you have grown over comfortable being so casual with me, Izreni." It should have been a warning, and on her first reflex D'leah had meant for it to be one, but when the words actually came out of her mouth they sounded far more like a returning quip than she had intended. The Wai Tarar scoffed, indignant, and raised a browstalk at her as he protested: "You kissed me. If you wished for me to leave you alone, my Lord, you've done a very poor job in telling me so."
“I did.” she nodded, squashing the urge to smirk as he blinked at her in utter surprise that she had admitted to it, like a gizka caught in the headlights. D’leah drew in another deep breath to keep her composure, shutting her eyes for a moment as she reminded him, her voice far more amused than scathing. “And if I saw fit I could kill you where you stand for speaking to me that way.” “I know.” the Wai Tarar answered in much the same tone. She wasn’t quite sure how, but somehow their back-and-forth had deviated from their standard back-and-forth banter to become simply exchanges of facts they were both well aware of already. The heiress was losing, and she knew it. She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet as they twirled again, and as she returned to his hold, he smirked and asked. “Then why are you out here with me, and not in there with the other High-born brats, my Lord?”
The Ahaszaai heiress opened her eyes to meet his gaze once more, willing her heart to stop skipping violently against her ribcage when she did. “They bore me.” she admitted at length, stepping closer to Kissai as the tempo of the music that floated out from the ballroom behind them began to slow. “You, on the other hand…” She felt his grip on her tighten, not by much, but enough that D’leah took note of it, and hummed wordlessly in response. It took a moment for the taller Sith’s brain to catch up with the rest of his senses, but when it did she watched the spurs against his jaw flex in anticipation. His voice grew husky as he muttered. “Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari…”
D’leah let out a sultry chuckle in retort. “Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi…”
His gaze flicked from hers, to the door behind them, reflexive panic written on his features clear as day. “What would your father say?” he floundered, as if forgetting he had just moments ago used an entirely contradictory argument when their dance had started. The Ahaszaai High Lady could no longer contain her own laughter, throwing her head back to cackle aloud and feeling the tips of his claws curl against her spine as she did so. “Do you believe he’d let his heiress wander off with any old vagabond who asked her for her arm? He knows exactly where I am.” D’leah raised a prompting browstalk at him. “If he didn’t like you, Izreni, he would not allow you anywhere near me.” much less anything else. And she knew that Kissai knew that just as well as she did.
“I see…” the Wai Tarar’s jaw spurs trembled, but still he daren’t move, nor had his hands travelled any lower in spite of her offering him an invitation to do so on a silver platter. Kissai was waiting for her to come to him. His self control was admirable, and oh so attractive....
Deciding to indulge him for the second time, the heiress stretched up on her toes to brush her lips ever so gently against his as she cooed softly. “Or are you scared, Kissai~?”
She felt, rather than heard, his breath hitch, and after a moment to compose himself he managed to get out the words, low enough that only D’leah would hear them. “Such thoughts are hardly proper in polite company, princess.”
“Ah, of course.” she grinned, a purr rumbling in her throat as she stepped out of his arms to take the taller Pureblood’s hand into hers instead. D’leah did not miss the low chuff of disappointment that he made as she moved away from him, but nonetheless released his grip on her obediently. Ever the gentleman, this one. As if to answer the unspoken question, the Ahaszaai heiress tugged on his hand, holding his gaze as she backed toward the balcony door to head back inside. “Come, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold out here.” To hell with it, doesn’t matter who sees us.
_______________________________________________________ High Sith translations: *canonically there is so little written about High Sith conlang that there aren't even proper contractions (like "I'm", "Don't" etc.) which is just...a huge oversight, to put it blankly. So I made my own contractions. At least it doesn’t sound like an unnecessarily and stupidly clunky language that way skhjslhdh
Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari… - Don’t (from Dari “do” + nindz “not”) tease me, princess..
Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi… - I thought you liked it...
That said, D’leah DOES on occasion not use contractions in Basic, particularly for things like “would not” (as in “would not allow you anywhere near me”) or “do not”. There’s no particular reason for this, she just decided it was a speech quirk of hers and keeps making me write it this way on occasion /lh 😜
#swtor#swtor fanfiction#elven's writing#subterfugeverse#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#d'leah/kissai#d'leahssai#elven's sith pureblood headcanons#sith pureblood courtship headcanons#crawls out of the woodwork like a rabid rat with this oneshot clutched between my fingies#I FINISHED IT I DID IT GUYS FINALLY OMG#please enjoy i love these dorks so much#i feel like its relevant to mention i listened to Billy Joel's ''Uptown Girl'' on repeat while writing the last half of this :'D#askbox will be officially opened tomorrow afternoon when i get done with real life crap!!#i have a couple more asks to answer but imma draft and queue them tonight#so if you have any q's or are curious about my sith courtship ideas the askbox will soon be at ur disposal again :')#askbox prompts#kindredsembrace#SORRY AGAIN THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG AAAA#hope y'all enjoy it tho bc once i got time to work on it i had a blast writing this one :3
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Tragic Greek Figures Meme
I was tagged by @vihola to do the which tragic greek figure are you? quiz for some OCs so oh boy here we go I hope y’all ready to cry bc SAME ;w; tagging (no pressure and only if ya want to!) @tearlessrain @darth-bagel @swtorcompanionsgoofin @outcastcommander @mercurypilgrim
D’leah: Bellerophon
chimera-killer, pegasus-tamer, eater of your own soul: icarus flew too close to the sun, but you flew too close to gods who would prefer to remain untouched. could you not find enough joy in being a hero, a husband, a father and a king? olympus will never accept your presence upon its mountaintop, so best quit while you're ahead, before your horse bucks.
Kissai: Patroclus
clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.
and Bonus Saarai because I was Very Curious how she’d compare to her folks sorrynotsorry
Saarai: Achilles
best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?
#swtor#OC quiz#tragic greek figures meme#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith inquisitor#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai#sith warrior#the ahaszaai family#(minus kas but y'know)#i promised sith mom for the next quiz tag and i have delivered *nod nod*#how do merkara and relu feel about having d'leah and kissai as greek tragedy twinsies? /hj#i kinda expected d'leah to twin with merkara ngl but i was *very* surprised when kissai got the same as relu too#this could be an ominous warning from the force for merkara huh /lh 😔✊#rai's is the most inaccurate but also interesting in a way bc its not 100% wrong#just its not 100% *right* either
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Decided to try out Arcann’s mask on D’leah just because. Did not expect to love it this much, ngl o__o Technically it’s the wrong side to be covering her Face Scars The Game Doesn’t Have Anything Even Close To
BUT for the sake of some more Accuracy In Pretending They’re There In Game I am willing to suspend some disbelief
It looks REALLY neat in the grey/purple dye scheme I have for her main ‘fit, and I’m super happy to report that the glowy bits (purple in this image) do actually dye/change with “match colours” option, unlike...a lot. of the glowy items in the Cartel Market
#swtor#elven's swtor screenshots#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith inquisitor#swtor fashion ✨#space barbie simulator ftw#glad to *FINALLY* have some time to actually boot up the game and check out some of the ''new'' stuff#that is no longer new really bc it's been a *year* since i last opened the game#but it's new for *me* cause this is the first time I've managed to actually check it out ok#don't ruin this for me /lh
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Someone take these silly memes away from me.
The blank/original is by @thefrogwild HERE, if anybody wants it, this one was fun to do ngl :P Are we even surprised by the two ladies who end up in the 3-way intersection? if you’re a regular on this blog you shouldn’t be /lh 😂😂😂
Anyway have another one while I chase the plot chickens around and try to make them let me finish this oneshot
The new face in the arrogance, hubris and/or hypocrisy/causes problems on purpose intersection underneath Kissai is Shakkai, the twins’ younger sister, who I believe I made an intro post for a little while back and have talked a bit about before but didn’t really show a picture of her, so...there ya go that’s what she looks like! :D You’ll get a closer look at her later on in the week when I finish answering a meme tag from a while ago, don’t worry! ;)
Everyone else should be easy to identify for most. The Cathar is Qanarr, Aria’s Jedi Master who has appeared in the most recent chapters of Creeping Shadows (which I promise is not dead, Aria is just on strike rn/the Ahaszaai family keeps hogging my attention XD), for anyone who needs a refresher, I know I don’t talk about her much, she suffers from serious Pretty Boring Basic Side Character disease. Sorry Qanarr 😔✊ 😔✊
#swtor#swtor memes#swtor shitposts#swtor oc: aria saal#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#swtor oc: merak shenly#swtor oc: ziv'erikreen#swtor oc: roan saal#swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#swtor oc: shakkai ahaszaai#swtor oc: qanarr thimu
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*spotting a Jedi in a crowd*
Kissai (Sith Warrior): Violence isn't the answer.
D'leah (Sith Heiress), suspiciously calm: You’re right.
Kissai: *sighs in relief*
D'eah: Violence is the question.
Kissai: What?
D'leah, bolting away: And the answer is yes.
Kissai, running after her: NO-
#swtor#incorrect swtor quotes#reverse!zephyrverse au#(tho this has 100% happened in the past of the other verses too lmao)#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#d'leah/kissai#d'leahssai#d'leah has absolutely zero chill when it comes to jedi it is A Problem sometimes skshkshshskhdkd#you tried; kissai; you tried#😔✊#i've been having fun with the incorrect quotes generator today i'm sorry#i'll stop now LOL
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Kissai (Sith Warrior): If I told you I killed someone today, would you tattle on me?
D'leah (Sith Heiress), not looking up from her book: Mmh, no. But I would use it against you in the future whenever it was convenient.
Kissai, frowning in confusion: How??
D'leah, smirking as she turns the page casually: Like: are you going to do the dishes or do I have to tell father about the crime you committed and never owned up to~?
Kissai:
Kissai: Well played, love.
Source: CoupleThing @ Facebook
#swtor#incorrect swtor quotes#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#sith warrior#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith inquisitor#sith heiress#i've said it before and i'll say it again:#kas gets her deviousness from her mama LMAO
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Kiss With A Fist
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quite literally heeheheh ok I’ll see myself out LMAO the rest of this song doesn’t literally apply to these two, they love each other very much and rest assured they’d never actually, deliberately hurt each other. it’s more the general Vibe(tm) of the song that fits their courting process + I really liked the poetic irony of this line used as the quote & the last line of the fic XD Also bear in mind this is from D’leah’s POV and yes, it is semi-ironic on purpose because...it’s D’leah. Any regulars on the blog should be very familiar with mama Sith’s propsensity to be a bully with an overinflated ego at this point *shrugs* XD
OKAY, with that out of the way, here we go! A little oneshot. I haven’t sat down to properly write or edit for a good long while, but this is still one of my favourite oneshots that I’ve ever written tbh, so...enjoy! 😄😄 I’ll leave it up to reader interpretation as to whether they actually finished the mission her brother & dad sent them out on or got sidetracked(tm) 👀😉
I don’t think it needs a particular warning since it’s literally one sentence but there is a mention of killing an assassin in the middle of this (under the cut) so ig be aware of that. It’s not horribly graphic so should be fine but uhhh, just in case?
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“A kick in the teeth is good for some, but a kiss with a fist is better than none!” ~Florence & the Machine
Of all the Royal Guards that could have possibly been assigned to accompany her on this mission, it had to be this one. The heiress would be lying if she said she wasn't a tad bitter by the Emperor's insistence on that arrangement; she'd attempted to change his mind in a moment of desperation in the past, but her father would hear nothing of it, patting her on the shoulder and claiming that none of the others had the skill level for this sort of task, or to keep up with her during it. So, once more, she was resigned to the company of the fool who, despite her snapping, always seemed to turn up when he was least wanted and needed.
(This was, of course, not the case and given that his entire purpose was to protect the heiress from threats, perhaps she should have been more tolerant of his presence, or perhaps her protests stemmed less from annoyance and more from something else than she was willing to admit…)
And he had been fraying D'leah's nerves ever since they'd landed on Tatooine this morning. Kissai had enough arrogance for the both of them, and he seemed to have gotten the idea into his head that she couldn't take care of herself without him needing to jump in to "rescue" her at the most inopportune moment. It was infuriating. She did not need him charging in to help, she could handle herself just fine.
Everything about this man irritated her to no end: the way he stomped around with his great big feet and woke half the karkin’ planet, his habit of always being right behind her whenever she turned around, the way he kept grabbing her by the shoulder to pull her back and insist he, of all people, went first; his stupid face and that annoying, oaf-ish smile of his…
She’d been so busy internally cursing her Guard that she’d failed to notice the man who had been tailing them since the spaceport; in fact, she only noticed him in the first place when she heard his spine crack as Kissai lifted him into the air with the Force, then flung the body down in front of her almost pointedly.
D’leah let out an agitated hiss as her amber eyes flicked from the corpse at her feet, to his face as he raised both browstalks at her as if to say "I told you so", then back again, and sputtered.
“He wasn’t going to shoot me.”
“I think you’ll find he was, princess.” Kissai retorted smoothly, plucking the man’s blaster pistol off the ground and waving it at her as he added, “You’re welcome, by the way.” She bristled faintly at the word ‘princess’. Sometimes when she was in a good mood, she’d slip up and let it slide without correcting him. Today, after the morning she’d had, D’leah was in no mood to put up with it.
“I don’t need you following me around like a lost Tuk’ata pup!” she snapped at him, trudging onwards and praying he’d catch his stomping feet in a sinkhole when he tried to follow her.
“Your father seems to think otherwise.” The man simply laughed the comment off, pulling his hood up to protect his face from the sand that whipped into a vortex around them. His voice dropped an octave, to become a more serious growl. “Are you forgetting that my entire job is to protect you?”
The Ahaszaai High Lady snarled under her breath, checking the locator beacon Duuma had given her as she ducked into the alcove it indicated. The lost artifact should be around here somewhere…
“I don’t need protecting, I can take care of myself just fine!”
“Mm, of course, D’leahane, because Sith who can take care of themselves usually almost get decapitated by assassins.” Kissai snorted, though she could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice, “I think your father’s right to ask me to accompany you. You’d have died three times today if I hadn’t.”
“GO JUMP IN A SARLACC PIT!” she shouted back at him.
“And there are the creative insults your brother warned me about.”
D’leah paused in her search to turn her head and give him a dirty look over her shoulder, intoning menacingly. “I’ll kill him when I see him next.”
Kissai’s expression moulded into one of concern this time, the red-eyed Pureblood blinking at her uncertainly as he reminded her. “...You don’t know which one it was.”
Now it was her turn to grin at him.
“Don’t need to, I have a fifty-fifty shot.”
“No wonder they’re both afraid of you.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. Truthfully, the High Lady was doing her best to ignore his obvious needling as she ducked through another archway and moved further into the cave system, the words she threw over her shoulder echoing back to him off the empty passageway’s walls.
“You should be afraid of me, too. I could end you.”
She was surprised he was still behind her, he could move rather fast despite his large frame, it would seem. D’leah tried not to be too impressed by that fact, but if she was being honest...
“Does it bother you that I’m not, princess?”
He wasn’t going to drop this, was he? She’d been about to levitate a pile of rocks out of their path, but stopped and spun around to glare at him instead.
“Don’t you “princess” me, you...you…” just when she needed it the most, her ability to think of an appropriate insult failed her, and instead she trailed off into awkward silence. Kissai took that as an invitation to make her even more irritated that his wit was quicker than hers, and added, grinning the whole while: “If you’re trying to think of something you haven’t called me yet, we’ll be here for a good century or so.”
“Fool.” she hissed in frustration. He had her on the ropes, now, and that wasn’t somewhere the Ahaszaai heiress was used to being. “Is that the best one you have? Did I wear you out, my Lord~?” he crooned back at her, and that was when D’leah put her foot down. She flung a few bolts of lightning in his direction for good measure. As she had suspected, his reflexes were as good as his saber skills and he easily deflected them off his palm before the electricity did any damage, swatting them aside into the wall as if he were brushing dust off his cloak.
“I knew you were going to do that, too...do you really think I can’t handle you?” he teased fondly.
“I’ve no time for oafs the likes of you.” D’leah growled.
"Then tell me to leave you alone." he stared back at her seriously, browstalks furrowing as his gaze slid from hers to focus on the rest of her face, as if searching her expression for a nonverbal cue he might have missed. "At your word, my Lord, you'll not hear another thing from me beyond those necessary for my duty."
Looking into his eyes in that moment, she was forced to admit the reality that perhaps she didn’t want him to leave her alone. He’d figured out she was testing him, and now he was calling her bluff, the kriffing, good-looking bastard. Her jaw spurs rattled in annoyance, but D'leah's lips remained sealed. He waited a full minute, still studying her carefully, to give her plenty of opportunity to voice her thoughts.
She didn't. The corners of Kissai's mouth turned upwards into a faint smile.
"That's what I thought." he stepped away from her again, but not before slipping up and forgetting his station for long enough to murmur fondly, "Your nose scrunches up when you're sulking, you know. It’s cute."
D'leah could let "princess" slide on a good day, as far as his pet names went it was among those she considered tolerable, but she drew the line at "cute"! Annoyed and frustrated in more ways than one, she strode after him to reach up and grab the taller Pureblood's shoulder to stop him in his tracks. The Guard turned towards her again, a small, confused noise rumbling in his throat.
First she punched him in the jaw, then she kissed him. Hard. And that was the end of that.
#swtor#swtor fanfiction#elven's writing#subterfugeverse#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith heiress#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#d'leah/kissai#d'leahssai#is this classified as a meet cute; a meet-ugly; or some sort of weird in-between version of *BOTH*? you guys decide hahahaha#this *is* a prequel of sorts ;) i'm finally trying to sort out my askbox and clear it so i can open it again in a few months' time#so that oneshot will go out next week; if fanfic/writing gods are with me and i can finally finish writing it 🙏#d'leah: stop saving me all the time; i can save myself!!!#also d'leah: constantly walks her ass into danger with alarming regularity#emperor ahaszaai: uh; yeah; hey....izreni do you....do you think you could; maybe; stop her from doing that. great; thanks#d'leah likes to blame kissai for saarai's knack of throwing herself into danger like some sort of damage/blaster bolt sponge#but the truth is it's actually *BOTH* their faults; d'leah's just as bad at wandering into dangerous situations#it's just that kissai's whole ass job is to jump in the way before something bad happens *to* her#i really enjoy writing their dynamic it's so much fun#it's a blend of bodyguard/royalty; ''only i get to make fun of/beat them up''#and later on once they're married: well-meaning idiot/''oh fuck that's *MY* idiot!!''#it's great XD#i need to find a better title/''name'' for the Royal Guard(s) but atm i'm drawing a blank so generic filler fantasy moniker(tm) it is !#(for now)#also yes the jaw spurs *are* bone and they *do* emote with them; bioware are cowards and no i will not stop with that headcanon LMAO#i could write a whole ass essay on that point alone#maybe one day when i actually manage to draw the examples like i keep saying i will XD
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D'leah (Sith Heiress), leaving the twins with their father to go on an emissary mission: I'm leaving you with two babies, when I get home in two days, I expect to see two babies.
Kissai (Sith Warrior, Dad), nodding: Two babies. Got it.
D'leah, turning around suddenly to add: And they better be the SAME two babies, because I'll know!
Source: The Big Bang Theory
#swtor#incorrect swtor quotes#subterfugeverse#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#d'leah/kissai#d'leahssai#plot twist; it was sooo not what d'leah should have been worried about lmao#i like to imagine the fuckery saarai talked her dad and kas into while mom was gone and cackle#d'leah comes home and there's a long list of complaints about ''controlling your brats; my lord; i am BEGGING you!'' from their neighbours#who are missing three speeders; several warblades; two holocrons; and the family nexu#d'leah opens the door to find said nexu on their couch with kissai reading it AND the twins a storybook#under the assurance that ''we were gonna give him back! papa said we couldn't KEEP him!!'' XD
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8 and 13 for D'leah? 👀
from [Unusual and/or Prying Character Questions]
Thank you for asking @palepinkycat ! :’D
8. What’s a secret they’ve only ever shared with one person? Who was that one person?
After the Ahaszaai’s dynasty collapsed and they had to go on the run, Abe ended up being the only person D’leah really had as a confidant, she didn’t really trust anyone else (and had no reason to, all things considered), so of course it’s our dear royal babysitter (affectionate) that got this secret. 👀 Understandably, D’leah kind of shut down after all of that, so she didn’t talk to either Abe or the twins very much; but one of the biggest things she told Abe was that she was pretty sure she had something to do with Kissai’s death. Not on purpose mind you, and it was Tenebrae who actually killed him in the end. But after taking some time to reflect on it, D’leah realised that trying to transfer energy through their Force bond to help Kissai might have actually killed him faster, because it gave Tenebrae a hell of a lot more Force energy to eat in the first place, which just meant he could definitely kill him. :( She never told the twins, or Vowrawn, or anyone else this before she died, of course, so Abe’s the only one who knows
13. What’s the worst thing they’ve ever forgiven someone for doing, or turned a blind eye towards?
This one’ll be a short answer in comparison (woops, it was a simple answer hahaha) but I’d say forgiving her father for ordering them to pull out of Korriban and thus losing it to the Jedi for a number of years. That was a big loss for the Ahaszaai to take and D’leah was pretty angry about it for a good long while.
#Q&A with the crew#unusual/prying character questions#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith pureblood#tw: character death mention#my brain: ok but how can i hurt them even more. ah!! ye s perfect >:)#i came up with this thought like a month (??) or so ago at 2am when i couldn't sleep & it hasn't left my brain since#so ig it's canon now. sorry d'leah :'(#thank you for asking! :D#palepinkycat
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D'leah: I'm sorry I snapped at you. I think it's the [pregnancy] hormones.
Kissai, without missing a beat: I think you were mean before you were pregnant, but okay.
Source: The Big Bang Theory
#swtor#incorrect swtor quotes#reverse!zephyrverse au#subterfugeverse#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith empress#swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai#the empress' wrath#d'leah/kissai#d'leahssai#i have Many Thoughts about purebloods' reproductive cycles and therefore their pregnancy hormones#but idk if anyone would actually want to hear them so uhh...yell if u do ig? hahaha#but kissai. buddy. my dude.#i'm sorry to tell you this but...it is in fact both. it's both things#it's ok tho he knew what he was signing up for and he's 150% ok with it#sjshshdhdbeeh#kissai is literally the embodiment of that john mulaney gif#''my wife IS a bitch...and i love her so much what r u gonna do about it''#XD
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“I’ll die if I must, let my bones turn to dust. I’m the Lord of the lake, and I don’t want to leave it.”
-Lord Huron, “The Ghost On The Shore”
#swtor sort of#OC aesthetic#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#i mean. she died on dromund kaas not korriban but#the essence of it#this song was one of her first theme songs it's just so perfect#;w;
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6. “How do you think this will all end?” for D'leah, please <3
Pinky once again picking THE juiciest possible combo of prompt + characters, everybody go thank her bc I had a blast with this 👀 I’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for this part of the story for a while and this is the perfect excuse mwahaha
@palepinkycat here you go! Sorry this one took a little while, I haven’t had time to sit and write it out till now, but hopefully it’s a decent enough length to make it up to you! 👀
I have more to say about the body language I described in here (namely the significance of the “under chin” snuggles & also why D’leah Yelled At Abe When He Tried To Do It To Her At The End), but I have a Worldbuilding tag somewhere in my mentions so I’mma save it for that basically. More Tomato Lore gonna drop sometime in the next week or two once I’m done with the drawings skshsks I tried to do one for this one too but it was not coming out right so maybe some other time XD
I’ve seen a lot of fics explore what it’s like to have a Force bond and communicate with it but I’ve seen very few that deal with the “what if it breaks when one of them dies” side of it, so this is my take on what happens and how it probably feels for the “surviving” party; I usually describe my Force bonds as a sort of ethereal “thread” type thing that then connects their emotions/souls/however you want to see it and yadda yadda, so...you can’t tell me that snapping that thread wouldn’t fucking hurt ;-; For extra heart hurty, the song quotes were the main two songs I listened to while working on each “part” of this fic, so you can use them for ambience if you want ;)
As always I use the Coruscant Translator for (most of) my High Sith, translations are included on the bottom however :) (since the quote from the prompt is said in Sith, they’re gonna talk in High Sith sometimes being well...Sith :3)
Abaron is the best brother-in-law, I do not make the rules. D’leah you need to apologise to this man immediately 😂 she does, immediately after this (not shown) dw, I swear
Timeline/Setting: 3729 BBY (roughly/according to the still-holey timeline I’ve been working on since the “canon” one was released) Immediately post-Valkoriate takeover. As in, literally just happened slash is happening as this occurs.
Warnings: Character Death mention (Kissai), Breaking Force Bonds, Plenty of angst (it was from an “angsty” prompt list, after all! 😬) , possible slight gore (?) in the form of description of a former injury from a concussion grenade (just to be safe lol), and ofc some Cuss Words (™)
^^ these are ur warnings, click past this cut at ur own risk and I am not responsible for how you react bc you chose to pass the warning k thanks ^^
“Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not. He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got. Oh lord, oh lord, I’m begging you please...don’t take that sinner from me -” ~ The Civil Wars, “Devil’s Backbone”
It all happened so fast, they had to react fast if they were going to save the twins, and D’leah knew that. She’d tried so desperately to help her husband, pouring as much of her Force energy as she could through the bond they shared. It had always worked before, why wasn’t it working NOW?! D’leah didn’t know, but she could feel him growing weaker and weaker by the second.
D’leah - his voice was so distant and faint, she almost didn’t want to acknowledge the reality of it. No, no no, he wasn’t dying he couldn’t be dying, no no no…. D-Don’t do this. Sai… her grip on the control cluster tightened until her knuckles turned pale, they were already in the air. It would be easy to do what she knew he was about to ask...but it would mean leaving him to his fate. Could she do that?
Dimly, D’leah could hear Abaron chattering to the girls behind her as he made sure they stayed in their seats, but she couldn’t hear the words any of them were saying, there was just him and that horrible, ominous weakness bleeding from her husband’s end of the bond.
You need to run… Kissai urged her. PROMISE me. The girls-
I can’t...not without you! her mind-voice caught as if the words were difficult to form, she felt him slip further away and frantically tried to bolster his strength up again, but somehow, she couldn’t put her finger on how, it only seemed to make the other Pureblood weaker. Sai, snichi… she pleaded, and she could feel the barest attempt at a smile from her husband as he gave her his final farewell,
Nu aki j’us, D’leah. RUN. For me...
His words were far weaker now, more forced, as if even Kissai knew he was running out of time to convey his plea. D’leah realised with a growing sense of horror that they really didn’t have another option, she had to protect their daughters. She reached towards the navcomputer to punch in the quickest hyperspace code she could think of that would get them as far away from Imperial Space as possible, but never managed to get there.
The pain hit her so fast that D’leah had no time to prepare for it even if in reality, she’d known it was coming. First, came the white-hot metal rod of pain that jammed right down the center of her spine. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire and it was this that was enough to cause her to cry out in pain and lose her grip on the ship’s controls as the Pureblood was thrown sideways in her seat. She managed to fall with just enough grace to get herself out of Abaron’s way and as she hit the floor and the pain kept coming, she faintly heard the man curse in High Sith as he lunged across to take her place in the pilot’s seat before they nose-dived into Force-only-knows what, out here in open space like they were.
Then she felt the thread of Force energy between herself and her husband straining, threatening to snap, and before long, it did. D’leah knew logically there was nothing she could do to stop it, and that trying would make it hurt more, but she was desperate and on reflex she could not help but try. Frantically, she reached out with her own Force energy and clasped for each thread as it tore away from her, bit by bit, as if clutching at the strings would somehow, futilely, keep him here. Would let him live. But still, the pain came again, and again, and she fancied that the sinews of flesh being ripped from bone when she lost part of her face to that concussion grenade had been less painful than this. “No...no no no no please...please! NO!!!” Everything else was so faint and far-away in comparison that D’leah didn’t realise that her scream had been out loud this time, her fingers fumbling for her heart, though she couldn’t rightly tell if that was where the pain was truly coming from and it was simply a reflexive reaction.
For a long while she clenched her teeth through wave after wave of pain, and while it didn’t stop, it became easier with every breath for D’leah to push it into the background. Slowly, the Pureblood’s blurry vision cleared and she realised the twins were staring down at her, wide-eyed in horror.
She needed to get up. She needed to go to them, she needed to be strong. For them.
Saarai reached for her first, but she scooped both of them up into her arms as best as she was able, all but falling into the seat where the twins had been huddled moments before. The girls both clamored to settle themselves as close to her as they could without pushing the other out of her grasp too. D’leah held onto them as tightly as she could, only vaguely aware of Saarai’s voice as she chattered a question up at her, catching every second word or so. “Moooom!” as she reached up towards her again, and “Dad...gonna find us...right?”
Their mother shushed them softly, adjusting her grip to fit both of the twins, as best she was able, beneath her chin. Safe. They were safe there.
“Shhh, shh-shh, my little one.” she croaked shakily, a tremor passing through her frame as she tried to keep her voice steady and convincing through the lie. “He’ll catch up later, don’t you worry.”
They sat in silence, D’leah clutching them against her chest as if they, too, might disappear if she let them go for even one second, and Abaron took over piloting the ship so that she didn’t have to. He’d practically done all the work already, anyway. She risked a glance down at her daughters, and caught the wary glint in Saarai’s golden eyes, the sideward glance at her sister, and she knew that they knew it was a lie. But she had not the heart to tell them that yet. Not now, through the tears that had begun to stream from her eyes despite her attempts to hold them at bay. She did not mean to cry, but what else could she do??
Saarai’s tiny fingers reached up shakily, when she realised what they were, to brush the liquid tracks from her chin and the spurs on her jaw. It only made her cry more and hold them tighter.
“Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja…” she breathed soothingly, hoping it was convincing enough for the twins. “Mom’s got you...nothing is ever going to hurt you while I’m here.” She held them like that right until they landed.
“The daughter of a lawyer, told the fallen priest “it’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief”, And tapping at the arrow in her heel, she said “LEAVE ME ALONE! ...but just don’t leave me here, alright?” Alright..” ~ Iron & Wine, “Arms of a Thief”
By the time they arrived at their destination, some planet called “Rishii” that she doesn’t ever recall knowing of before - but perhaps that’s a good thing - and Abaron managed to find them a place to stay, the pain she had felt had dulled to more of a phantom throbbing than anything else. But her consciousness felt vulnerable and empty without Kissai’s own Force presence winding around hers, she felt alone, even though physically she was not. D’leah had sung and rocked the twins to sleep, with some effort, and glanced down at them as they slept, Ni’kasi’s arms curled around her sister as she burrowed under her chin for comfort beneath the blanket their mother had tucked around them.
The pain was gone, and in its wake came the FURY. It bubbled to the surface all too quickly, and D’leah began to tremble again, a growl rumbling deep in her throat as she realised that first, the girls were theoretically out of danger, and secondly, she still had a ship. She could go back.
“I’m going to kill that fucker.” the Pureblood wheeled for the door, only to find it blocked by Abaron, who seemed to have pre-empted her outburst. She stopped short, a hiss slipping past her teeth as her lip curled back to show her fangs briefly. “Abe. Move.” she snarled, resisting the urge to shout so as to not wake Saarai and Ni’kasi from their slumber. The tips of Abaron’s jaw spurs shook as, for once in his life, he declined to follow her order.
“No. My Lord, I can’t let you do that.”
It took every ounce of her self control not to do worse, but as it was, D’leah tried to lunge for him so she could force her way past, he might not have been taller than her but he was stronger, and heavier too. The man reacted just as quickly, his own hands closing around her wrists to push back and keep her in place, his own feet firmly rooted in the doorway as he grunted. “D’leah! Listen to me, please!”
The tears threatened to come to the surface again, her eyes burning hot, though this time the matriarch forced them down, though her voice still quivered as she spat, each word punctuated with a quiver in her voice.
“You have no idea how I am feeling right now!”
“Not wholly, no.” Abaron argued, releasing her arms as she dropped them back to her sides, her remaining spurs still rattling softly in agitation. “But I know that going back there now is foolish, my Lord!”
��Get. Out. Of. My. Way!” D’leah hissed, though she didn’t have the strength left after the manic dash away from Kaas to call the lightning to her fingertips and lend to the threat she was trying to punctuate. “H-He is sitting there, on our homeworld, w-with our people’s blood on his hands!” she tried to shove him again, but her fist connected dully with the plated armour on the other Pureblood’s chest and didn’t make much of an impact on him. “They’re all dead and y-you just want me to -!!”
“I’m trying to protect you, my Lord!” his teeth flashed back at her, yet another thing she would not have stood for if she was half as lucid as usual. He continued on further, his voice a low, agitated growl as he lowered his face to hers as if to punctuate his point. “That is my charge, it’s what you bid me to do and I will not have you risking your life for such a foolish venture, you’re not thinking straight! We are the only ones left! It’s my duty to make sure that all three of you stay alive!”
She flinched at the reminder. Them, and Vowrawn, perhaps...if he was sneaky enough. But Abaron was right, going back would put him at risk, too. His eyes searched hers frantically, and his hands remained raised as if Abaron wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t need to hold her back again. D’leah was in half a mind about it herself, she wasn’t sure how to react now. And what her brother-in-law said next put the nail in the coffin, so to speak:
“Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit?” he urged, the words a muttered whisper.
The Pureblood matriarch felt her anger fizzle out almost instantly as the realization sank in. The girls....they were only children. They were far too young for this. Too young, they were too young for this talk of death and loss and grief; too young to have to understand if she left them here and did not come back either. Their father’s passing would weigh heavily on them for the rest of their lives, they didn’t deserve to have to lose their mother, and on the same day, too...
She deflated, her shoulders sagging in defeat, and another tremor wracked her frame as she dropped her own gaze to the floor for the moment. “Abe...I-”
“I know.” he sighed, relaxing as he stepped up to draw her against his chest sympathetically. She almost didn’t react, until she felt his chin brush the top of her head and she realized what he was trying to do. Despite his attempt at the gesture being comforting, D’leah jerked herself away from him to growl warningly. “Dari nindz.”
He looked momentarily taken aback, holding his hands up amicably as he apologised. “I was just...I thought you needed-” “Nu sûa nindz zo ardira!” she snapped at him, but mercifully, turned away from the door and stalked further inside once more.
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Sith translations, in order:
Snichi... - please...
Nu aki j’us. - I (romantic) love you.
Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja. - Sweet little one, it’s alright.
Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit? - How do you think this will all end?
Dari nindz - Don’t.
Nu sûa nindz zo ardira! - I’m not a child!
#swtor#swtor fanfiction#hoooo the angst#tw: character death#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#swtor ''oc'': abaron ahaszaai#sith pureblood#swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai#swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai#the ahaszaai twins#by brief/honorable mention#i mean they're asleep but they're there skhskhskdn#i *do* have a much shorter oneshot that was basically just before this during the whole ''shit we gotta RUN'' phase#but from baby saarai's point of view#i just originally wrote it for zephyrverse lore so i will prob have to do some editing b4 i can post it too but maybe one day LMAO#and i do have an idea for a oneshot some fluffy mother-daughter bonding#that i might work on next once i've worked on some owed art stuff next week#as a counter-balance to this angst-hammer bc it really is one#i'm sorry#i got carried away lmao#i want u all to know that writing this hurt me just as much as it's prolly gonna hurt u to read ;-;#but at the same time i also...am v proud of it?? i like this one a lot o.o
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(Lovey Dovey Asks) 18 and 23 for D'leah <3
Thanks for the ask, Pinky! :D
These are from this prompt list here, if you want the list or want to ask some more! <3:
[Lovey Dovey OC Development Asks]
♥ (18) Does your OC have a “type”?
Hard to say for sure, since her only partner is the twins’ dad and her husband, Kissai and she never showed any interest in dating or re-marrying after he died, but I guess you could say he was her type by that logic so: tall, well-muscled, a little dumb but means well and willing to be protective of her especially on the battlefield - to be the brawn to her brains, basically ;) oh, and throw in a thicker skin while you’re at it, she has a habit of being more “blunt” than most and you need to be able to handle that 😜
♥ (23) What is your OC’s favorite nice thing to do for themselves?
A nice glass of wine and a cozy indoor space with a nice fireplace and some poetry that may or may not have been written by her husband is D’leah’s favourite “me time” activity. :3
#Q&A with the crew#lovey dovey oc asks#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith pureblood#subterfugeverse#sith oc#sith inquisitor sort of#reverse!zephyrverse au#sith empress#thank you for asking!#palepinkycat#does she still have his poetry right up till the time *she* dies?#maybe#and by maybe i mean yes of course :'3
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💿💿💿 for Roanan, Ni'kasi and D'leah 👀
[ Send 💿 + a muse name and I'll list the songs I associate with that character!] --feel free to send more, you can even send for the same characters if you want. I am not joking when I say I have plenty of songs to choose from for all of them LMAO
Thank you for the asks, Pinky! ❤️ picking out the good ones, as usual 👀 So, in order! Warning up here for explicit language so don’t click past the cut if you don’t like that (tho I swear a lot so honestly y’all should be used to F bombs in songs and otherwise by now XD) Also, polite reminder that my ficverse is canon divergent so it doesn’t 100% follow in-game canon regarding the Empire’s backstory etc. No clowning, I will not be responding to “ThAT’s NoT CaNoN” posts 😘
Roan
My Way (Frank Sinatra Cover) - Chase Holfelder
Yes there were times, I’m sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all when there was doubt, I ate it up, and spit it out! I faced it all, and I stood tall, and did it my way!
Yes, this version specifically, because the way the switch to minor key makes it both more heartfelt and yet sinister at the same time is just Roan’s entire aesthetic, as well as the lyrics all fitting his character arc very well~ 😃 Lawful Evil dad who saw how destructive the Emperor’s nonsense was becoming and did the best he could to help Vano, Ni’kasi and Vowrawn correct the mistakes right till the end, even if it cost him everything.
Ni’kasi
Judith [Explicit] - A Perfect Circle
Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your saviour has abandoned you... FUCK YOUR “GOD”! Your Lord, and your Christ, HE DID THIS! Took all you had and left you this way! Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit, You never thought to question “why”.
With the “God” in question here referencing Tenebrae/Vitiate/Valkorion, The Emperor, of course 👀 Now we all know by now, Ni’kasi knows he’s full of shit, she knows exactly who he is, what he did, and that he’s neither a good ruler for the Empire nor the rightful one. Yes, it’s been over 100 years since Vitiate’s hostile takeover but like her mama, Kas holds grudges and she’s not about to take his nonsense lying down. She tamps it down for a long while but safe to say eventually She. Goes. OFF. 👏🤣 and the minute the opportunity comes along to branch out alongside Vano and Lana and break away from the crappy laws and slavery in the Empire and create somewhere better that people can flee to, she’s outta there.
D’leah
Daniel In The Den - Bastille
And you thought the lions were bad Well, they tried to kill my brothers And for every king that died, Oh they would crown another... And it’s harder than you think, telling dreams from one another. Felled in the night, by the ones you think you loved. They will come for you!
Or more accurately, did in fact, kill one brother. And your parents. And your huband. And yea... I don’t think it’s possible for me to talk about D’leah and not get a little bit angsty, I’m sorry. 😔 Anyway, Tenebrae/Vitiate/whatever you wanna call him definitely took the Ahaszaai by surprise, both she and Kissai had “funny feelings” about him but they really didn’t clock how big a threat he was until it was too late, and before she knew it, it’s just her, the twins, Abaron and maybe Vowrawn (tho until they go back to Kaas once the twins are grown she has no idea if Vowrawn’s alive or dead and can’t put the babies at risk going back to check 😭)
#Q&A with the crew#theme song ask meme#swtor oc: roan saal#swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai#swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai#sith inquisitor#sith pureblood#subterfugeverse#the ahaszaai family#i'm sorry that i had to make everything so angsty in an attempt to explain away the bullshit parts of the ''canon'' lore#they're having a much better time in the reverse!zephyrverse AU so i mean...i made it up to them. kinda. sorta.#XD
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