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Guess what I finally remembered to do with Eisza :D

#queen in space #eisza merik #she yeeted the datapad #swtor

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“Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.” for any of your SWTOR babes

A Good Distraction

Literally heard that line in Eisza's voice, so she snagged this one for her and Theron :3 Set somewhere post-KotET and pre-Ossus.

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“I’m good at what I do, right?”

Theron narrowed his eyes as he looked up from his datapad. For her to ask so out of the blue the second she walked in the room... “This a test?”

Eisza snorted a dark laugh at his dry tone as she flopped down on the couch.  “No.” She rested her head against the arm, one leg along the length of the couch, the other dangling haphazardly off the edge, and started chewing on one of her braids.

She only did that when annoyed. Theron smirked. Ah. “Sniper rematch?”

Eisza grunted an affirmative, brow furrowed in a way that was entirely too adorable for her level of pique.

“He beat you again?”

“I dunno how!!” she groused, pushing herself upright. She glared at him, but Theron knew he wasn’t the problem. “Jorgan’s not a better sniper than me, I can outshoot him, I’ve done it before.” She flopped back, glare now aimed at the ceiling.

“Just not the last... three times.” Poking the wampa might be dangerous--depending on how she took the comment--but Theron had always been a touch reckless.

Eisza made a sound somewhere between a growl and a snort. “...Maybe he’s been getting more practice. He always gets deployed as a sniper, last few missions I’ve done were close quarters and sneakin’ around.”

“So you’re rusty? That’s your argument?” Theron arched a brow.

“No, I-” She growled. “Maybe. I don’t wanna talk about it any more.” She eyed the datapad in his lap. “What’re you working on? I could use a good distraction.”

He shifted it away when she reached for it. “I don’t think this would be any help.”

Eisza narrowed her eyes and looked between him and the datapad now held off over the side of his chair.

Hell.

“What makes you so sure it won’t help?” she asked, scooching closer down the couch. She had that hunter’s look in her eye, and Theron cursed himself for giving her that distraction in the worst way possible--for him, at least.

Karma for that comment, he thought sardonically. “Just not something you need to bother with, Commander.” He grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth.

Her eyes flared with curiosity. “You’ve never been cagey about datawork before...” 

She’d scooted close enough that when she lunged to grab for the datapad, he didn’t have a prayer of getting out of reach in time. He still tried, resulting in Eisza half-sprawled across his lap as she let out a triumphant Ha! and pulled it from his grasp.

Theron made a grab for it, futile as he knew the effort would be. “Eisza-!”

She grinned as she batted his hand away.  “You really should know better by now.”

He groaned--exaggerated, but not much--and flopped back in defeat.

The first startled gigglesnort came only a few seconds into her perusing the screen. “An adventure holonovel? Not datawork?” she teased, pausing briefly to grin at him again.

If his brain had been working just a little faster, Theron would’ve said something witty and sarcastic to keep her attention on him. But it was stuck somewhere between prepping damage control and the fact his girlfriend was sitting in his lap, one elbow digging into his ribs, and nothing came to him in time.

Eisza read a few lines further and her brows shot up. “A romance adventure?!” This grin was wider, more predatory. “Agent Shan, I wouldn’t have figured you for the type.” 

“Yeah, well-” If his damn brain would work for five seconds so he could come up with a more eloquent retort that would be great. 

“Aw, you’re blushing,” Eisza cooed, tossing the datapad toward the couch and shifting to wrap one arm around his shoulders. “I like that look on you.” She kissed his temple.

“It’s not blushing, it’s plotting revenge,” Theron muttered, even as one arm instinctively settled around her hips.

She chuckled, leaning in close to murmur, “Not often I see you flustered-”

He kissed her. Mostly to shut her up, but there was a part of him that really liked the teasing glint in her green eyes. From the way her fingers dug into his hair, she’d either been anticipating that reaction or at least planned to enjoy it.

“IS this revenge for reminding y-”

“Shh.” Eisza kissed him, hard. “‘M in a good mood now, don’t spoil it.”

Theron chuckled into the kiss, his arm tightening around her waist. “Yes, boss.”

Finally, though, she pulled back and shot him a mischievous smirk. “So. About your taste in literature.”

He groaned. “Eis...” 

“Please, I’m hardly gonna judge you,” she snorted, running her fingers through his hair. “Can almost guarantee I’ve read trashier. It’s just very... not you, and I’m curious how that got started.”

“The way most hobbies do for people in my line of work. Got hurt, going stir-crazy on med-leave, friend gave me a couple holonovels so I wouldn’t get so bored I did something stupid--his words. Took a couple days before I caved, and the first one was a spy thriller I mostly read to see how much they got wrong.” He snorted. “They got a lot wrong. But it also ended on a cliffhanger--”

“The whole novel?! That’s evil.”

“Yeah. So I read the next one. And the next one. And before you knew it, new habit. My friend was very smug.”

“If he got you into something that helps you relax once in a while, I’ll bet he is,” Eisza said dryly. “Maybe I should meet this friend, learn his secret.”

“Don’t think that’s a good idea,” Theron shook his head, wincing at the mere thought.

Her hunter’s grin was back. “Now I really wanna meet him.”

“No.” Over my dead body. “So how’d you get into reading trashy romance?”

“Only so much a girl can do for fun on Tatooine, Theron,” Eisza said, giving him a look that said she was allowing the subject change but not forgetting. “I swiped ‘em from my aunt when she was done with ‘em. How’d you get over to romance from thriller?”

And they were back to this conversation being awkward. If she wasn’t sitting in his lap, he would be finding an excuse to bolt. “The spy in those thrillers got a love interest. Those parts at least were... better written, even if that’s not saying much. So when I finished that series, I... branched out.”

She gave him an inscrutable look. “Are you one of those who’s gonna want to... do stuff inspired by that kind ‘a book?”

His face was burning again. “No.”

“Mm, too bad,” Eisza said playfully, tracing a finger along his cheekbone.  “There’s things in a couple I’ve read that might be fun.”

Even as Theron stared at her, trying to find a snarky comeback, her comm beeped.

Eisza glanced at it--”Oh, Lana needs me”--and stole a quick kiss before she started pushing to her feet.

Theron didn’t let go, tugging her back into his lap. “Tell her you’re busy,” he growled, claiming her mouth in a kiss. “Got distracted.” Another kiss.

She laughed into it, her hands cupping his jaw. “You are a very good distraction....” she mumbled.

“And you” --kissed her again-- “are blasted good at what you do. To answer your question.” His thumb rubbed arcs against her cheek, tracing her tattoos. “You’re good at everything.”

Eisza stared at him a moment, tossed her comm on the table, and dragged him onto the couch with her to set about proving him right.

She was good at everything. 

#queens fic #teasing prompts #eisza merik #theron shan #eisza/theron #swtor #i only proofread twice so i apologize for any errors i didn't catch #wanted to get it posted for #theron thursday

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🍋 🍍 🌽 🍷 for any OC you’d like!

I've been neglecting Eisza recently, let's go with her

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

She actually doesn't have a lot. Given she was raised by an aunt and uncle* she knows something happened to her parents, but she was too young and doesn't remember them. She got along well with all her "cousins", left bc she wanted to see more of the galaxy than Tatooine, but they're all still around and she visits.

...I think the most painful thing for her is probably the Republic killing the other Hunt Champions at the end of Act 2? And not--she'll insist--bc of her one night stand with Bloodworthy (Mako doesn't 100% believe her)

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

She's a sniper, and can't really turn off her hunter's instincts, so she's most comfortable when she can have a good vantage on a given room/situation. Whether that means being up high, or in a corner, or just somewhere she can see as much of the space as possible, that's when she's most relaxed. Even alone in her quarters, she's more comfortable sitting on the bed that's tucked against the wall than the couches in the middle of it.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

She comes from a big family, raised by an aunt and uncle who were both big huggers. She's ehhhh about physical affection until she's close to someone, so she'll sit in Theron's lap or hug Mako or let Koth slap her on the back, but more casual acquaintances she needs a personal bubble. Things like "I took care of X report" or "I handled Y for you bc I know you're busy" are always good though. Her favorite act of affection in the sense of showing she cares/trusts you is letting someone help with her face paint. Only Theron and Mako have ever gotten to that point.

HOWEVER, she's also very competitive, so another way is repeated challenges to some sort of contest. It means she sees you as a worthy opponent. Especially if you beat her and she challenges you again Jorgan .

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

Almost nobody spices stuff enough. It needs a KICK, it needs to make her nose run a little and her eyes start to water or it's too mild. (She and Keme would get along like gangbusters)

OC Asks

#oc asks #eisza merik #thank you! #*she's also p sure the 'aunt and uncle' are adoptive not bio since she doesn't look at all like either or them but can't prove that #far as she's concerned they're her parents tho #theron teases her a LOT about the not being able to turn off her hunter instincts #then she reminds him that's part of how she tracked him down so fast/knew he still loved her during the ''traitor'' debacle and he shuts up #jorgan kinda wound up one of her besties. so between that and the shared love of spicy food i kinda wanna write her and keme together #they would hit it off to a scary degree #lmao they're best friends with each other's husbands now i really wanna do it😂

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Oh yeah, guess what I accomplished today? :D

LEGEND ON RUHNUK BABY😎😎😎

Which meaaaannnnnsss she now has the Wanderer Armor(dyed red/grey)

And a whole bunch of decos I’ve been chomping at the bit to access for the Rishi stronghold, most notably the shuttle

aaaaaaannndddd basilisk war droid

#queen in space #eisza merik #twas a good day #there's a couple that will go well on tatooine too #i'm v excited

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I couldn’t choose between the Eisza arts from @chaosandwonder​ so you can have them both 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#eisza merik #swtor #bounty hunter #gosh she's so cute

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SHUT UP Eisza just got the Wicked Huntress armor in the Ultimate Cartel Crate :D :D :D :D

Also an adorable miniprobe pet

#queen in space #eisza merik #she's keeping the pet #but i think the armor's gonna go to mesihka (SW) #it's very sithy and i bet it'll look cool dyed with one of the gs dye mods :3 #also mesihka already has v short hair (one of the mohawks) so the hood's not a problem #but this is really funny bc i just went through all my legacy holds and wrote down all the armors to lok for duplicates bc i know i have 'e #i have three THREE sanguine commando #twos of a bunch etc etc #i may possibly make a ''free to good home'' post if i can find time to work out logistics xD

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15% for any of your SWTOR babes

15%. Does your character express affection? Are they comfortable doing so?

Most of them express affection, though some are more comfortable doing it than others.

Vica, Tel, Tragen, and Endrali are probably the most comfortable with openly displaying affections.

Eisza is comfortable with displaying platonic affection(big family ftw) but a little more awkward with romantic affection until she hits her stride. (Meaning genuine, long-term relationship affection. Flirting and one night stands are different.)

Kina and Ody probably struggle the most with feeling comfortable showing affection; Kina bc of her upbringing making her so self-reliant, Ody bc her job for a long time involved faking emotions and hiding what she genuinely felt, so being open with the truth is something she's still getting the hang of.

#percentage asks #vica nerai #telcontar airen #tragen xo'ric #endrali jade #eisza merik #kina taldine #odessa isric

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[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

for eisza/theron

“How mad did you make them?!”

Eisza grinned into the back of Theron’s collar, her grip tightening around his waist as he angled their (stolen) speeder bike into a three-story dive. “Oh, you know me...”

“So, furious, then,” Theron deadpanned, gunning the speeder between a holo-advert and the building projecting it.

“Pissing off gangsters is part of my charm,” she said, looking behind them, “and you know I believe in excelling at what I do- pull left!”

He obliged instantly, the world briefly washing orange and purple as they passed through the advert. The shift was so fast Eisza’s grip loosened and she started to tip off the bike, adrenaline spiking, even as laser bolts sizzled past from the Cartel thugs on their tail.

“But the Hutts, Eisza?”

She scoffed as she righted herself. “You’re one to talk-!” 

Theron whipped the bike around a corner, lost two of their three pursuers in the process, and Eisza buried her head against his back to keep her seat. This bike was not technically made for two. 

“Where are we going?!” she demanded, flinching as a blaster shot whizzed past her head. “Down!”

“That was the plan, and almost there!” Another gut-wrenching plunge and a few turns later they made a mostly-safe landing in Maintenance Access and scrambled off the bike. Shots from their remaining pursuers skipped off the durasteel railing.

“This way!” Eisza’s fingers dug into Theron’s elbow to drag him toward a corridor. This sector was a franging maze; if they got far enough out of view before the Cartel muscle landed, their odds of slipping the net would skyrocket. 

They barreled through several twists of the hallways, and she smirked at the fact they always made the same choices at forks and turns, even without saying anything. Either they thought alike or he was really good at reading body language. Maybe both. Made her glad they were on the same side.

The pressure of Theron’s hand closing around her upper arm was her only warning before he tucked the two of them in an extremely cosy alcove, half- turned from the main hall for a little extra concealment.  They stood practically chest to chest, both trying to regulate their breathing so they could listen for pursuit.

“Alone at l-” Eisza’s snarky whisper was interrupted when Theron wordlessly pressed a finger to her lips.

He cocked his head, and half a second later the sound of footsteps reached her, too. They pressed themselves further back into the alcove, Theron’s finger still against her lips and his arm sandwiched between them. The tension rose as the footsteps approached, slowed, then started to dwindle when they missed the extra niche and continued down the hall. Still, neither spoke for a long moment after silence returned.

Theron finally lowered his hand and smirked at her. “For future reference, if you want to get me alone,” he murmured, thumb grazing the edge of her jaw, “all you gotta do is ask.”

Eisza snorted, one hand brushing his hip to tug him closer. “Right, b’cause that’ll fit so easily into our incredibly busy schedules.”

His shoulders shook with muffled laughter. “Touché, but pissing off the Hutt Cartel still feels a bit like overk-”

This time, she pressed a finger to his lips as she caught the faint echo of returning footsteps. “I had the entire Republic gunnin’ for me at one point,” she reminded him once the steps had passed and faded again, leaning in closer. “Not sayin’ this was intentional, but riling a Hutt for a little while barely compares, and honestly?” Leaned even closer. “It’s a small price to pay.”

She shifted her hand over along his jaw and closed the remaining distance to kiss him. He chuckled into it, one hand bracing against the wall and the other tangled in her braids as it settled at the nape of her neck. 

“Weren’t you,” Theron mumbled, pulling away slightly, “being backed by a Darth through that clusterfuck, o, Republic’s Most Wanted?”

“Yeah,” Eisza said, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. Clusterfuck’s the word for it. “Why d’you think they wanted me so bad?”

“You mean aside from the dead Jedi Master and vaporized Republic cruiser?” he returned dryly. 

She huffed a soft laugh. “Touché. And look” --a significant glance at their current position--“you caught me. Good job.”

“Too bad you aren’t Republic Most Wanted anymore,” Theron said with a teasing smirk. “Could really use the money.”

Eisza grinned and waggled her brows. “Well, there’s at least one member of the Republic who hopefully still considers me Most Wanted.”

He groaned even as he curled forward with laughter to rest his forehead against hers. “That’s terrible.”

“You still laughed.”

“Because it’s terrible.” His hand pressed to her nape. “But you’re cute, and a good kisser, so I’ll let it slide.”

“See, that’s what I like about this current arrangement,” she said lightly. “More forgiving. And for the record, I did shoot said Darth in the face. Repeatedly.  I’m much happier with you backing me.” She kissed him again, so fiercely they almost lost their balance. “...and, y’know, the rest of the Alliance.”

Theron chuckled and kissed her back. “Right, can’t forget them.”

Unfortunately, she thought dryly. “Nope. And on that note...” She stepped back far as she could in the small space, which was still distractingly close. “Lana’s expecting at least an update, if not us headin’ back. So unless you have a way to punch through the signal dampeners and not get eavesdropped by the Cartel, we need to find a route out of this sector.”

He smirked. “You think I only headed here ‘cause the halls are a mess?” He kissed her forehead. “A good spy always has a bolt hole or two.”

Eisza’s brows rose. “This I gotta see.”

Theron grinned and held out his hand. “C’mon.”

After the headache she’d just put him through, not to mention her curiosity, she owed him this much trust at least. She took his hand and let him let the way through the corridors toward safety.

And, hopefully, a longer stretch of privacy. 

#queens fic #eyes emoji prompts #eisza merik #theron shan #eisza/theron #they're very banter-y i love it #theron thursday

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Eisza post-carbonite: Snark set to maximum, knob broken off

#queen in space #eisza merik #she's ALMOST as Done as keme was xD #but not quite #bc no one beats the tiny space cat's level of Done with all of valk's bs #swtor

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Lmao Eisza tore through Regnant and Malgus like wet tissue paper

#queen in space #eisza merik #sniper ft-fucking-w

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Random Eisza thought that has the potential to be comedy, drama, tragedy or all three:

She and Theron go to get married and can’t, legally, bc Baroness Eisza Merik married Raffid “no obligation toward fidelity, of course” Girard on Alderaan and, uh, that’s still... in play bc things got chaotic after the Wild Space Expedition and no one on Alderaan had the time to make note of if she was presumed dead or anything.

So Eisza and Theron have to go to Alderaan, track down Raffid(if he’s even alive after.... 8 years? 10?, bc that’s a fucking eternity in Alderaan politics entirely apart from anything else Arcann), and get him to cooperate with divorce proceedings. Or, if he’s dead, get proof of that so she’s a widow and free to marry and idk I just think it could be darkly funny

#queen rambles #eisza merik #eisza/theron #this post brought to you by the castle episode of similar plot and me going "what title does eisza have up i forge-oh. OH *ugly laughter* '' #idk the gffa position on like poly relationships or anything it might not even be a problem but i just think it has potential to hysterical #even if raffid's totally cool with it just FINDING him could be a headache and a half #alderaan is a big place

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Eisza’s through Echoes of Oblivion now, her snark fully intact. >:D

#queen in space #eisza merik #now i gotta muster the will to do shadow of vengeance #eisza/theron

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Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

It was Eisza’s experience that alcohol was just about the best conversational lubricant in the galaxy, and tonight bore that out. One little drinking contest, after all, wasn’t enough to finish off a group like this. But it was enough to make them chatty.

Aside from Mandalore, who took his leave fairly early to return to some responsibility or other. The rest of them, pleasantly liquored up and nowhere near ready to tap out--not with professional pride on the line--lounged around to swap hunting stories. Eisza couldn’t speak for the rest, but she wasn’t planning to move until someone threw her out or made her a better offer on how to spend her night. She was very comfortable slouched in her chair, legs resting crossed on the edge of the table in a rough mirror of Jewel’a’s posture.

As the new blood, of course, she had to share first. There was a back part of her mind that wondered if Bloodworthy and Jewel’a were making up these  ‘traditions’ to yank her chain or as a hazing ritual. The odds were good. But she'd play along. She did love a challenge.

She spun out the hunt for the shadow beast on Dromund Kaas that had been her initiation. Hype was more Mako’s area of expertise, but she could tell a damn hunting story.

When she finished, the others toasted the excellent story, then Bloodworthy told of the final hunt that made him Champion. Jewel’a followed with the saga of her first successful hunt.  Eisza told of the Czerka accountant she’d tracked so deep into the Tatooine desert she glimpsed a sarlacc and almost ran out of water. After a few times around, they even persuaded the Defenestrator to share, and while droid storytelling left much to be desired, they were all tipsy enough not to mind.

“So what’s your favorite part of the hunt?” Eisza asked, running her thumb around the rim of her half-empty mug.

“S’easy,” Jewel’a scoffed. “Catchin’ the sleemo. ‘Specially if they think they’re clear before you bag ‘em.”

Shocker, Eisza thought sarcastically before tilting her head at Bloodworthy.

“The solution,” he said, finishing the last dregs of his ale and holding her gaze.  “When you know who you’re after, where to find ‘em, and have to figure how to get what you’re after?” A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Exhilarating. How ‘bout you, new blood?”

She smirked, not breaking the eye contact. “The chase. Locking on to your target, getting closer and closer” --she leaned forward, feet coming down to instead brace an elbow on the table-- “until success is yours.”

“Enjoy a challenge, huh?”

She winked. “Obviously.”

“Alright, new blood, here’s one for you,” Jewel’a said, snapping the cord of heat almost casually. “Botched hunt that bugs you the most?”

An answer immediately came to mind--she still didn’t know how that kubaz got away--but she arched a brow at the other woman before sharing, “I get to hear yours, too?”

“‘Course,” Jewel’a snorted. “Hunter’s honor. But you first. New blood.”

They went around a few more times, on a variety of topics. Eisza vaguely noticed when the Defenestrator left in between trash-talk with Jewel’a and recounting the fastest she ever took down a target.

Another half hour or so had passed when Jewel’a swung her feet down from the table, using the momentum to stand with nary a sway. “Fun as this has been, if I don’t make Sullust by the day after tomorrow, might lose a bounty worth way more than any entertainment from you two. Good show so far, new blood, but I’ll be impressed when it extends beyond drinking. Bloodworthy, see ya around.”

They both gave cursory waves as she left. Eisza pushed to her feet with some reluctance. Probably was time to be going their own ways-

“You like the chase, huh?” Bloodworthy said, and she gladly changed course from the door to circle the table instead.

“Hell, yeah.” She sat back against the edge level with his chair.  “Closing in on what I’m after, finding solutions to any obstacles,” she smirked, “‘til I finally get who I’m after?” She caught and held his gaze. “Exhilarating.”

He laughed at her turning his word back on him. “When you put it like that, I see the appeal.”

Eisza grinned in pure challenge. Gonna do anything about it? “You do, huh?”

“Yeah.” He pushed out of the chair, stepped closer. “I do.”

Even as she reached to grab his jacket, he leaned in and kissed her.

Eisza laughed into the kiss, her hands still digging into the jacket, but to hold him close rather than pull him in. There we go.

Bloodworthy’s hands settled on her hips, one shifting to brace against the table a moment later. They went until both needed air and broke the kiss with matching low gasps. 

“So, this your solution to the matter at hand?” Eisza asked playfully, not relinquishing her hold on his jacket.

Bloodworthy grinned, crooked and breathless. “Step one, at least.”

“Like the sound of that,” she said, lips curving in a matching grin.  “prob’ly smart to wait ‘til Jewel’a left.”

“Give my instincts some credit, new blood,” he laughed and leaned in for another kiss. “Good things come for those who wait and all that. B’sides, last thing I need is her heckling me like she does you,” he teased.

Just for that, Eisza slipped her hands under his jacket, pressed flat to his stomach, and laughed when he, as anticipated, flinched away from the heat. Hadn't met a man yet that didn't catch off guard. She used the opening and her leverage to push away from the table into his space.

Bloodworthy laughed around a muttered curse. “You always run this hot?”

“Usually,” she confirmed with a grin. “You can take the girl outta Tatooine...” A half-shrug, hands lingering on the planes of his hips, and she arched a brow. “An’ if you’re gonna stick your tongue down my throat, feels only polite that you use my name.”

He chuckled, hand curving the back edge of her jaw. “Fair point, Eisza.”

She kissed him, greedy and insistent, nudging them toward the door on a route that narrowly missed tripping over his chair. 

Bloodworthy hummed an approval of the direction. “Your ship,” he mumbled in between kisses, “or mine?”

Eisza kissed him hard, one hand now clenched up in his hair, before pointing out, “Mine has a drunk slicer an’ nosy conman aboard.”

“Mine it is.”

#queens fic #kiss prompts #eisza merik #eisza/bloodworthy #eventually i will write her with theron i swear xD #swtor

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Vica shared the Elegant Duelist armor I got from @greyias May 4 stream :3

#queen in space #it looks so good on both of them :3 #Eisza is up to seven outfits now oops #eisza merik #tragen xo'ric

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I very badly want to find a better, unobstructed view of the purple dress from this set, bc I’m about 85% sure it’s the sort of thing Eisza would wear to a fancy shindig, with the bonus achievement of making Theron’s jaw hit the floor. 😏😁😘

#queen in space #eisza merik #i've looked #even the official sites for this fashion set only have this shot :| #i want to seeeeee what the other side looks like #my hunter babe would almost definitely wear it let me SEE

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33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it for Eisza!

Ty for the excuse to write Eisza being Eisza. :3

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Black ale was strong stuff.

Eisza was no stranger to drinks with a kick to them, but this was something else. No wonder Mandalore, however jokingly, considered how much she could put away a measure of her worth.

One round was enough to have Mako cuddling the table, so Eisza had taken pity and shooed her back to the Luck to sleep it off. She might regret missing the party, but better than being too hungover to function. Her fellow Champions, however, were still going strong as the ale, and she had no intention of being outdone.

“Good keeping up, new blood,” Bloodworthy ribbed, giving her a smile when she cleared her throat and blinked but finished round three. 

“I can handle anything you throw at me,” she shot back with a smirk and a wink.

“Tch, bet that’s all she’s got in her,” Jewel’a said with a scoff, spinning her mug in uneven circles. She may have mellowed with the last round or two, but that meant fewer barbs, not a complete absence.

“Bet it’s not.” Eisza retorted, playing with her own empty mug. The ale had started a pleasant, heady buzz at the back of her skull, but she wasn’t nearly drunk enough to even slow down yet.

“Oh, really?” Jewel’a baited. She planted her elbows on the table to lean forward in challenge. “Then why don’t you two” --she gestured between Eisza and Mandalore-- “show us non-Mandos how it’s done?”

“Agreed!” Mandalore said, slamming his cup down on the table.

Eisza and Bloodworthy were quick to echo assent, the Defenestrator was appointed judge, and the rules were simple. Shot for shot, no pauses or spills, glass had to be set upright on the table once empty to count.

After all, what was a celebration without a drinking contest?

It only took two rounds for Eisza to have an idea that was absolutely not cheating by the letter of the rules. And then one more for for the alcohol to give her guts enough to do it. Mako’s gonna be sorry she missed this... 

She swiftly slugged back the next shot, slammed the glass down, and leaned across the table to kiss Bloodworthy on the cheek as he was halfway through his. 

He spluttered at the abruptness and choked on his ale, losing half of it, and barely managed to keep the shot glass upright when it met the table.

“Hey!” Jewel’a snapped, “That’s-”

“Not against the rules,” Eisza cut her off with a reckless smirk, her heart pounding with combined adrenaline and alcohol. Mandalore was giving her a chastising if amused look--probably something about it not being honorable. But it had been fun.

“True,” Bloodworthy laughed, wiping his mouth on the back of one wrist, “but if you’re gonna kiss someone as a distraction, new blood, at least do it right.”

That sounded like a challenge. “Right?” Eisza arched a brow and pushed out of her chair with lazy flair to circle the table. “So... more like this?”

One hand braced against the arm of his chair, the other dug into his jacket to pull him forward as she leaned in to kiss him in earnest, heartbeat thundering in her ears.  It only took half a second for him to start kissing her back. Eisza smirked into it, released his jacket to slide her hand up to the back of his neck until they broke for air.

“That better?” she murmured playfully, wondering if her eyes had the same pleasantly dazed unfocus to them. 

Bloodworthy gave a short, breathless chuckle. “Somethin’ like that.”

“If you’re done?” Jewel’a said sharply. “Are we still drinkin’ or what?”

“Oh, still drinking.” Eisza straightened with a wink.

“Looks like we both lost that one,” Bloodworthy commented, nodding across the table. She followed the gesture to her tipped-over shot glass, still rocking from her rush setting it down.

“I wouldn’t call it losing,” she said as she returned to her seat. “But at least it makes us even.” She winked at him.

He winked back with a smile, and Eisza couldn’t fight the answering grin as she righted her glass to wait for a refill.

Mako was gonna freak that she’d missed this.

#queens fic #kiss prompts #eisza merik #bloodworthy #jewel'a nightbringer #this is part of the build up that leads to eisza's fling/one night stand/whatever it winds up being with bloodworthy #so it gets even juicier #but even if it stopped here can you IMMAGINE her telling mako about this? #instead she winds up getting to do a completely unashamed ''walk of shame'' where mako doesn't catch her but gault does :3