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Title: His Voice
Category: KotOR
Author: Niki
Pairings: femRevan/Carth
Word count: 233
Genre: Romance
Rating: U. Kidstuff.
His Voice
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I heard his voice first, of course. Disembodied voice over the communicator, and even through the static it made me want to see what its owner looks like - preferably alive, dead if necessary. I just wanted to see if his looks lived up to the sexy promise of his voice.
Yeah, well. Got well acquainted with him in the last remaining escape pod and couldn't help but notice that his body *did* live up to the promise. Hard muscle, smooth skin. (His undershirt was riding up and I was clutching him. I did not take advantage of the situation. Honestly.)
Following days, weeks, months, couldn't help but notice *things* about him. How nice the colour of his eyes was. How easy it was to fluster him - simply upping the stakes when flirting with him - and how adorably cute he was when he was lost for words.
How annoying he could be when he got all paranoid. But one grin and I'm willing to forgive him.
And I keep coming back to his voice. Soft, a little hoarse, so heartbreakingly full of emotion when talking about his family. So... so *full* of what makes him *him* it makes me all tingly. Makes everyone else's voice sound so dull and generic in comparison.
I'm obsessing about his voice. I'm... obsessing... Gods of the Elders help me, I'm falling in love with him!
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Everything
half-formed ideas I never got on paper
Unknown
Title: Unknown
Author: Niki
Disclaimer: BioWare owns her.
Rating: G
Category: KotOR
Characters: Yuthura Ban
Unknown
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I have never been afraid of the unknown.
It was the known that frightened me. The fear that I should stay that way for ever. A slave.
I took the first step towards the unknown when I killed my master. Escaped into space. Swore to never call anyone 'master' again... yet when the Jedi found me that is what they told me to do.
Me, a freed slave, choosing to call someone my master? Did they not realise what they were asking of me? They also expected me to forget about my kin still held in bonds.
The future that had held so much promise after I had escaped felt... stuffy.
I felt they were holding me back from my true potential, the great unknown I had merely glimpsed after killing my owner.
So I ran away again. I joined the Sith, and felt I was finally where I belonged. Sure, I still had to call someone 'master' but I was on my way to getting into a position where I never would have to, people would refer to *me* as their master.
It took a Jedi, disguised as a Sith, to open my eyes.
I wasn't fulfilling my potential, I was killing who ever I was with the Sith lies. My compassion that had drove me on for years. My dreams. How was my hunger for power and submission any better than slaver's?
Because she was a Jedi and not a Sith she spared me after defeating me. And she spoke to me with true compassion.
Maybe... maybe I can go back. Maybe the key to my self-awareness lies with the Jedi, after all.
I have no idea what awaits me on Dantooine.
But I have never been afraid of the unknown.
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Real
Title: Real
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Character: Yuthura
Rating: PG
Notes: The drabble that became 'Unknown' began as this
Real
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The first time I felt like a real person was when I killed the first time. The slaves are not anyone. They are not people. They are... they are, and hardly even that. I took up space, and I existed.
Then I killed, and was. I am. I am real. I am someone. I have power.
The Jedi taught me how to hide that power, the Sith taught me how to use it.
And I was, more real with each kill, more a person with every plot, and then I was in a position of power.
Me. The second hand of the Master of the Academy. The submissive slave girl, commanding, an authority.
It doesn't get more real than this!
Except... Maybe death.
In your eyes I see my death. You killed my Master, as I meant, but... did I think I could control you? Your eyes...
So powerful. So beautiful. So real.
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Living
Title: Fever Called Living
Artist: Niki, screencap from the game, poem quote from Edgar Allan Poe's "For Annie"
Character: Malak
Title:Homecoming
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Pairing: femRevan/Carth
Genre: Romance
Rating: U. Kidstuff.
Summary: Revan is back
Homecoming
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I meet her eyes over the length of the room, and she smiles. She never smiles, not this radiant, beautiful smile she's giving me now.
She looks... happy, alive - oh, so gloriously alive! - and I feel something move, break... Like ice melting, my lethargy is gone, and I am *alive* like I haven't been during these long, long years I spent merely existing, from day to day.
And then she's in my arms, and we're kissing, and the passion that always sparkled between us is back, and I feel my body come to life as my heart did just a second ago.
I can't let her go, I can't stop kissing her, I can't stop touching her, feeling her body next to mine, her heartbeat against my own, her breath... She's *alive*. She's *home*. And her happiness bubbles around us like a tangible presence as she keeps feeding my life back to me.
I'd tell her I love her if I could use my mouth for speaking but it is not important, really. What we share is so much beyond love I wouldn't have words.... she knows, she *knows* she's my life, my air, my light.
And I am hers, sweet stars, I am hers. Her kisses tell me of similar pain, similar existence, she's holding me and telling me with touch that she *lives*, not only as opposed to not being dead but also as an end to the empty existence.
Was there someone in the room with us? I don't even remember. Gone, now, I suppose, hope, as I kiss her roughly, with all the pent-up need of the years we spent apart, and I wonder how I managed to take one breath when she wasn't here...
The Republic is safe now. We won't hide anymore. We've survived so much, now it's time to live. Rejoice, make use of that survival. Live. Together.
I laugh, the happiness in me needing an outlet, and she joins me.
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Half
Nothing
Waiting
Was going to draw a picture of pregnant Morgana but never got it done
Feathers
Title: Hope is the thing with feathers
Category: KotOR
Artist: Niki
Pairings: Carth/femRevan
Genre: Romance, mostly
Comments: "Hope is the thing with feathers" is a poem by Emily Dickinson, and it has echoed in my head ever since I read the challenge.
A pic inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jlarissa's story Float Like a Feather, Sink Like a Stone - appearing here with her kind permission.
Beautiful
Title: Beautiful
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Characters: Carth/femRevan
Rating: U
Beautiful
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"Carth, are you flirting with me?"
"Not really, just a habit."
*
"Why do you keep calling me beautiful? Another habit?"
"Because... you are."
"I..."
"Come on, you have seen yourself, haven't you?"
"Yes. I see a damaged shell."
"Well, that's not what others see. I mean, even the bad guys take a moment to point out that you're an attractive woman."
"I thought they were... making fun of me. Because I'm so plain."
"Damn it, woman, how have you...? What... Are you pulling my leg?"
"No!"
"You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on. Your features are perfect. Your colouring's perfect. You... you just.. You take my breath away, sometimes. And it's not just me. People turn to look after you in the street. You have... presence. Charm. And you have looks. Dammit, woman..." he ran out of breath.
She just looked at him, then asked innocently, "you do think that I am beautiful?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. Good."
"Good?"
"I don't care what everyone else thinks. And I still think you're wrong. But I'm glad you think that way."
This was miles away from their usual flirting and Carth could only blink at her serious face.
"You..."
"I feel beautiful," she smiled, and walked away.
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Lost
Nothing
Darkness
Nothing
Help
Title: His Voice
Category: KotOR
Author: Niki
Pairings: femRevan/Carth
Word count: 233
Genre: Romance
Rating: U. Kidstuff.
His Voice
------------
I heard his voice first, of course. Disembodied voice over the communicator, and even through the static it made me want to see what its owner looks like - preferably alive, dead if necessary. I just wanted to see if his looks lived up to the sexy promise of his voice.
Yeah, well. Got well acquainted with him in the last remaining escape pod and couldn't help but notice that his body *did* live up to the promise. Hard muscle, smooth skin. (His undershirt was riding up and I was clutching him. I did not take advantage of the situation. Honestly.)
Following days, weeks, months, couldn't help but notice *things* about him. How nice the colour of his eyes was. How easy it was to fluster him - simply upping the stakes when flirting with him - and how adorably cute he was when he was lost for words.
How annoying he could be when he got all paranoid. But one grin and I'm willing to forgive him.
And I keep coming back to his voice. Soft, a little hoarse, so heartbreakingly full of emotion when talking about his family. So... so *full* of what makes him *him* it makes me all tingly. Makes everyone else's voice sound so dull and generic in comparison.
I'm obsessing about his voice. I'm... obsessing... Gods of the Elders help me, I'm falling in love with him!
-----------
Everything
half-formed ideas I never got on paper
Unknown
Title: Unknown
Author: Niki
Disclaimer: BioWare owns her.
Rating: G
Category: KotOR
Characters: Yuthura Ban
Unknown
-------------
I have never been afraid of the unknown.
It was the known that frightened me. The fear that I should stay that way for ever. A slave.
I took the first step towards the unknown when I killed my master. Escaped into space. Swore to never call anyone 'master' again... yet when the Jedi found me that is what they told me to do.
Me, a freed slave, choosing to call someone my master? Did they not realise what they were asking of me? They also expected me to forget about my kin still held in bonds.
The future that had held so much promise after I had escaped felt... stuffy.
I felt they were holding me back from my true potential, the great unknown I had merely glimpsed after killing my owner.
So I ran away again. I joined the Sith, and felt I was finally where I belonged. Sure, I still had to call someone 'master' but I was on my way to getting into a position where I never would have to, people would refer to *me* as their master.
It took a Jedi, disguised as a Sith, to open my eyes.
I wasn't fulfilling my potential, I was killing who ever I was with the Sith lies. My compassion that had drove me on for years. My dreams. How was my hunger for power and submission any better than slaver's?
Because she was a Jedi and not a Sith she spared me after defeating me. And she spoke to me with true compassion.
Maybe... maybe I can go back. Maybe the key to my self-awareness lies with the Jedi, after all.
I have no idea what awaits me on Dantooine.
But I have never been afraid of the unknown.
-----------------
Real
Title: Real
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Character: Yuthura
Rating: PG
Notes: The drabble that became 'Unknown' began as this
Real
---------
The first time I felt like a real person was when I killed the first time. The slaves are not anyone. They are not people. They are... they are, and hardly even that. I took up space, and I existed.
Then I killed, and was. I am. I am real. I am someone. I have power.
The Jedi taught me how to hide that power, the Sith taught me how to use it.
And I was, more real with each kill, more a person with every plot, and then I was in a position of power.
Me. The second hand of the Master of the Academy. The submissive slave girl, commanding, an authority.
It doesn't get more real than this!
Except... Maybe death.
In your eyes I see my death. You killed my Master, as I meant, but... did I think I could control you? Your eyes...
So powerful. So beautiful. So real.
-----------------------------------------------------
Living
Title: Fever Called Living
Artist: Niki, screencap from the game, poem quote from Edgar Allan Poe's "For Annie"
Character: Malak
Title:Homecoming
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Pairing: femRevan/Carth
Genre: Romance
Rating: U. Kidstuff.
Summary: Revan is back
Homecoming
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I meet her eyes over the length of the room, and she smiles. She never smiles, not this radiant, beautiful smile she's giving me now.
She looks... happy, alive - oh, so gloriously alive! - and I feel something move, break... Like ice melting, my lethargy is gone, and I am *alive* like I haven't been during these long, long years I spent merely existing, from day to day.
And then she's in my arms, and we're kissing, and the passion that always sparkled between us is back, and I feel my body come to life as my heart did just a second ago.
I can't let her go, I can't stop kissing her, I can't stop touching her, feeling her body next to mine, her heartbeat against my own, her breath... She's *alive*. She's *home*. And her happiness bubbles around us like a tangible presence as she keeps feeding my life back to me.
I'd tell her I love her if I could use my mouth for speaking but it is not important, really. What we share is so much beyond love I wouldn't have words.... she knows, she *knows* she's my life, my air, my light.
And I am hers, sweet stars, I am hers. Her kisses tell me of similar pain, similar existence, she's holding me and telling me with touch that she *lives*, not only as opposed to not being dead but also as an end to the empty existence.
Was there someone in the room with us? I don't even remember. Gone, now, I suppose, hope, as I kiss her roughly, with all the pent-up need of the years we spent apart, and I wonder how I managed to take one breath when she wasn't here...
The Republic is safe now. We won't hide anymore. We've survived so much, now it's time to live. Rejoice, make use of that survival. Live. Together.
I laugh, the happiness in me needing an outlet, and she joins me.
-----------
Half
Nothing
Waiting
Was going to draw a picture of pregnant Morgana but never got it done
Feathers
Title: Hope is the thing with feathers
Category: KotOR
Artist: Niki
Pairings: Carth/femRevan
Genre: Romance, mostly
Comments: "Hope is the thing with feathers" is a poem by Emily Dickinson, and it has echoed in my head ever since I read the challenge.
A pic inspired by
jlarissa's story Float Like a Feather, Sink Like a Stone - appearing here with her kind permission.Beautiful
Title: Beautiful
Author: Niki
Category: KotOR
Characters: Carth/femRevan
Rating: U
Beautiful
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"Carth, are you flirting with me?"
"Not really, just a habit."
*
"Why do you keep calling me beautiful? Another habit?"
"Because... you are."
"I..."
"Come on, you have seen yourself, haven't you?"
"Yes. I see a damaged shell."
"Well, that's not what others see. I mean, even the bad guys take a moment to point out that you're an attractive woman."
"I thought they were... making fun of me. Because I'm so plain."
"Damn it, woman, how have you...? What... Are you pulling my leg?"
"No!"
"You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on. Your features are perfect. Your colouring's perfect. You... you just.. You take my breath away, sometimes. And it's not just me. People turn to look after you in the street. You have... presence. Charm. And you have looks. Dammit, woman..." he ran out of breath.
She just looked at him, then asked innocently, "you do think that I am beautiful?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. Good."
"Good?"
"I don't care what everyone else thinks. And I still think you're wrong. But I'm glad you think that way."
This was miles away from their usual flirting and Carth could only blink at her serious face.
"You..."
"I feel beautiful," she smiled, and walked away.
-------------
Lost
Nothing
Darkness
Nothing