Ferus took a slug off of his third drink, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
Another Anakin Skywalker. Here. In a contained base from which there was no known escape.
This was just too fucking unreal.
He felt Tycho's presence in the Force before he actually saw him. Kriff. He didn't want to see his boyfriend right now, didn't need any of the grief he was sure Tycho was going to give him.
Tycho spotted Ferus at the bar, took in the frustrated tension radiating from his body. Something about the look on his face, half glimpsed in profile, made Tycho forget what he had been going to say. Swiftly crossing the room, Tycho came to stand behind Ferus, casually draping his arms around his boyfriend.
"Mmm," he murmured, nuzzling into Ferus' hair, inhaling his lover's scent.
'If you're hoping to distract me, it's not going to work,' Ferus murmured darkly, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them and downing the rest of his drink.
He signalled to the barmaid to bring him another, moodily ignoring how good Tycho's arms felt around him.
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Another Anakin Skywalker. Here. In a contained base from which there was no known escape.
This was just too fucking unreal.
He felt Tycho's presence in the Force before he actually saw him. Kriff. He didn't want to see his boyfriend right now, didn't need any of the grief he was sure Tycho was going to give him.
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"Mmm," he murmured, nuzzling into Ferus' hair, inhaling his lover's scent.
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He signalled to the barmaid to bring him another, moodily ignoring how good Tycho's arms felt around him.
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