The world in her eyes had been swirling when he had looked into the orbs of gold. There were many things in them, layered things, readable over inscrutable. Some emotions may have been just discernible only by the far noise of iridescence they were making on the spectrum of reflections. It was too much raw data to sort out without a theory. To read her gaze, he needed a theory of Moyr. But its possible formulation became difficult once they crossed the threshold of the room and locked the door, when the act was immediately dropped and her touch left him immediately. Except for the faintest of brushes of her fingers on the left side of his back which for some reason was protracted.
"All right, work-time."
The voice was businesslike.
_________________ Force Sensitive | Lethan Twi'lek | Criminal | Shadow | Radical | Subversive | The Red Wraith | Tentacle Entente | Team Jadus Unofficial Reputation: 5 | Graduation: 10 | Description
concealing clothes, survival wear and gear, hand scanner, backpack, datapad, commlink, knife, blaster, double-blade lightsabre, the Red Mask of Yavin
"The greatest obstacle to unbridled personal liberty is not the existence of evil regimes, but the deluded belief in the existence of good ones."
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