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solo_sword) wrote2015-02-15 06:41 pm
solo_sword) wrote2015-02-15 06:41 pm
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Jag's quarters- Sunday
Considering how long Jag had been on Coruscant, it was really kind of sad how little time he and Jaina still had together. Jaina had taken to staying at his place when she was able, even if all they did was sit and talk.
“Did you get in touch with Tahiri’s attorney?” Jaina asked, tucked against him on the sofa.
His eyes closed, Jag ordered a lazy nod. “I told him about Daala’s discovery of the Sith you tried, in case it has some bearing on the way the prosecution portrays Tahiri’s association with the Sith outlook on things.”
“What did he think?”
“I can’t say.”
“Ah.” She was getting used to hearing that. Being someone who tended to deal in brutal honesty most of the time, knowing that there were parts of their jobs that they just couldn't talk about was very new.
“What’s going on with the Jedi Order?”
Oh, you know. Just trying to depose another Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance. “I can’t say.”
“Ah.”
“How goes the investigation into the assassination attempt against you?”
“Can’t say. How about the search for Abeloth?”
“Can’t say," Jaina said, finally laughing because this whole thing was ridiculous.
Jag laughed, too- most people didn't know he was capable- and asked, “Was it this hard for your parents? Just trying to talk to each other?”
“I don’t think so," she replied. "They weren’t duty-bound to keep as many secrets. And in the early years, they were on the run together. Plus, Dad more or less gave up his profession as a smuggler. Which eliminated one source of stress in their situation. How about yours?”
He shook his head. “Well, for a while, they were basically on the run together. And Mother gave up her career as an actress …”
“Which eliminated one source of stress in their situation?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that gives us a course of action.”
He opened his eyes to look at her. “Go on the run together?”
That wasn't what she was going for, but that did sound like a great idea. “I’m all for it. You hide from your advisers and the Moffs. I hide from the Masters.”
“And one of us gives up his or her profession?” Jag said.
“I’m all for that, too.” She poked him in the chest. “You.”
He caught her hand. “Maybe we’ll flip a coin to decide it.”
“Sabacc tournament?” she suggested.
“It’s been done.” He kissed her, but when he drew back there was a little sorrow in his expression. “For now, we can’t not keep secrets from each other. All we can do …”
“Is not be angry for it. Ever again.” Which sounded bad, but it was going to have to be a truth of their relationship. They'd just have to trust each other to talk about what they could, and that was easy enough to do.
He nodded. “Preemptive forgiveness. For that and everything else.”
“Oh?” Jaina asked. “What else do I have to forgive you for?”
“Can’t say.”
She grinned despite herself. “I ought to smack you for that.”
“No, you have to forgive me. Part of the new engagement contract.”
“You win this one, Imperial swine.”
[A short one! NFB, NFI, OOC okay! From Conviction by Aaron Allston.]
“Did you get in touch with Tahiri’s attorney?” Jaina asked, tucked against him on the sofa.
His eyes closed, Jag ordered a lazy nod. “I told him about Daala’s discovery of the Sith you tried, in case it has some bearing on the way the prosecution portrays Tahiri’s association with the Sith outlook on things.”
“What did he think?”
“I can’t say.”
“Ah.” She was getting used to hearing that. Being someone who tended to deal in brutal honesty most of the time, knowing that there were parts of their jobs that they just couldn't talk about was very new.
“What’s going on with the Jedi Order?”
Oh, you know. Just trying to depose another Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance. “I can’t say.”
“Ah.”
“How goes the investigation into the assassination attempt against you?”
“Can’t say. How about the search for Abeloth?”
“Can’t say," Jaina said, finally laughing because this whole thing was ridiculous.
Jag laughed, too- most people didn't know he was capable- and asked, “Was it this hard for your parents? Just trying to talk to each other?”
“I don’t think so," she replied. "They weren’t duty-bound to keep as many secrets. And in the early years, they were on the run together. Plus, Dad more or less gave up his profession as a smuggler. Which eliminated one source of stress in their situation. How about yours?”
He shook his head. “Well, for a while, they were basically on the run together. And Mother gave up her career as an actress …”
“Which eliminated one source of stress in their situation?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that gives us a course of action.”
He opened his eyes to look at her. “Go on the run together?”
That wasn't what she was going for, but that did sound like a great idea. “I’m all for it. You hide from your advisers and the Moffs. I hide from the Masters.”
“And one of us gives up his or her profession?” Jag said.
“I’m all for that, too.” She poked him in the chest. “You.”
He caught her hand. “Maybe we’ll flip a coin to decide it.”
“Sabacc tournament?” she suggested.
“It’s been done.” He kissed her, but when he drew back there was a little sorrow in his expression. “For now, we can’t not keep secrets from each other. All we can do …”
“Is not be angry for it. Ever again.” Which sounded bad, but it was going to have to be a truth of their relationship. They'd just have to trust each other to talk about what they could, and that was easy enough to do.
He nodded. “Preemptive forgiveness. For that and everything else.”
“Oh?” Jaina asked. “What else do I have to forgive you for?”
“Can’t say.”
She grinned despite herself. “I ought to smack you for that.”
“No, you have to forgive me. Part of the new engagement contract.”
“You win this one, Imperial swine.”
[A short one! NFB, NFI, OOC okay! From Conviction by Aaron Allston.]