Yerbol smirked mischievously, eyes looking over her upper body and positioning before telling her:

"Well, if that's the case, then I dare say that we ought to test that theory out." He used his hands to prop himself up onto his elbows, naturally forcing Aria's grip on his wrists to loosen and finally release before he continued at a quieter decibel level:
"Sometime...sometime very soon, we can get ourselves a private room somewhere, away from parents, Tarisian settlers and ah..." He elevated himself a bit further up, to where their faces were within a few inches of each other. 
"Have a little tussle. With all that room and me not holding back, I think we'd have a pretty good time." The smirk grew wider as he kissed her on the lips, sitting up fully before moving his lips down to her neck, then collarbone before whispering:
"But now's not the time, eh? I don't need my parents listening to that-" He plopped back down onto the bed before finishing:
"Or anything else we want to do, for that matter." Reaching for the floor, he grabbed his former fluffy weapon of choice and stuffed it back beneath his head. 
"Don’t get me wrong, I love them to pieces and the past two and a half months have been awesome, but I do think it might be time for us to find our own place. Never actually HAD an apartment or a house to myself, you know? I bet you didn't either, seeing as the Academy probably didn't want their Acolytes to get too uppity." A broad smile, one of hopefulness and optimism rather than twinkling playfulness, framed his face. 
"What do you think? I don't mean we get a place right this second...wait, am I pressuring you? Is that too fast?" A slight flush of red as he looked up at the ceiling. 
“I mean, just think about it? At least?” He gulped. 
“Sorry, I just…” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, looking down at Aria with embarrassment in his aqua blue eyes. 
“I’m so excited about us and where we’re at and where we’re going and…I just think it would be nice to have a place we can call our own. Well, us and the dogs. I think they’d appreciate having a safe space away from people other than us.” A contented sigh escaped his lips before he kissed her on the forehead, head fully crashing on the pillow, eyes closing. 
“Just tell me you’ll think about it? We can talk more about it when we’re both not exhausted…unless you have thoughts now?” Yes he was tired but yes he would love to hear Aria talk about his idea. While they had discussed a lot of possibilities for their future, this was the first time he could remember trying to act on their litany of premises. 
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They’ve had enough time. 

Renso’s eyes snapped open, bile churning. Rising from his folded position, the gaunt Master walked out of the dimly illuminated chamber into the empty stone corridor that held several branching hallways into the tombs. It had been so long since he had explored the echoes of the past, let his fingers trace over the cool, sticky stones, allowing his mind to flood with the river of events that had cascaded around and through him. So much has happened. So many mistakes. He had to correct them. 

A sudden pain coursed through his torso, forcing him to one knee, gasping for breath, sweat beading on his forehead. It wouldn’t be long before his connection would fade into oblivion. She had warned him about this. They had all warned him of the consequences and they were all right. So very right. It bothered him how right they turned out to be. Maybe that amplified the pain. Knowledge. Knowledge is pain. 
No. Knowledge is the essence of the Force. 

No. Knowledge is power that balances the Force. 

Yes. No? 

The pain subsided and Renso finally was able to get to his feet, running both hands over the smooth, fraying skin of his skull. Yes, Knowledge Is the essence of the Force. He still knew. Yet it was fading. He needed them. They would be the only way he could ensure that the mistakes of his past and present were wiped out. They were atonement incarnate. 

They’ve had enough time. 

“Fulfill your potential, young ones.” He mumbled, looking towards the end of the hallway. 

“Before we all are dust.” Another shock of agony filled his system, this one more precise, acute.

Xiis. 
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A wicked cackle bounced off the walls as she stood over the feeble opponent, his eyes wide with fear. Her deathly blue pallor pulsed with vivaciously moving blood, energizing her body and mind like it never had before. Sleep had been good to her and the followers that eviscerated the weaklings in other chambers, screams of savory, sumptuous pain filling her bones with life. Her purple tongue coursed over her lips as she hoisted the armored soldier effortlessly into the air, black pools of madness searing into his consciousness. 

“I want you to remember this feeling, human.” She hissed seductively, one hand tracing over a bloodied chestpiece. 

“Remember the fear. The horror. And embrace it.”