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It had been months since Scourge regained his emotions, yet still he would often find himself overwhelmed by the stimuli from the world around. Whenever he lost the hold of his anger or stress, the Jedi that somehow became the center of his world got him, however. Seeing him lose control, Visvar would often push him lightly towards the exit. "Let's go on a walk. Fresh air will do you good" he would say with a gentle smile, ever undisturbed by Scourge's rage.
On one such day he was in a particularly sour mood, little stresses mounting up until he was snapping at everyone, finally making Kira send Visvar an irritated look of "do something". The Jedi pulled him out of the base to cool down and they wandered into the expansive green fields beneath it. Scourge immediately felt better in the peaceful quiet of nature, and when the Miraluka plopped down on the fresh grass after a short walk, Scourge didn't think much and did the same beside the Jedi.
He felt the last of his stress dissipate as he laid in the sun, looking up into the blue sky of Odessen. The hot sands of Korriban and ever wet and dangerous jungles of Dromund Kaas were no places for long relaxing walks, let alone lying down and taking a break. But for Visvar, having grown up on the green, sunny Tython, relaxing this way was perfectly normal. Scourge was a little dismissive of such unproductive, boring "activities" at first, but he couldn't deny how amazing the warm sun and the gentle wind felt on his face. After hundreds of years being denied the simple joys of life, he couldn't not appreciate them.
"I read your letter," Visvar interrupted the comfortable silence with a teasing smile, with his face still turned towards the sky. "More than once, actually."
Scourge instantly felt a twinge of nervousness shaking up his newly acquired inner peace at the words. He specifically put his sentimental thoughts into a letter because he could not bring himself to voice them out loud, not yet, but he couldn't simply leave them unsaid. They were born of his passion, that made him who he was, that was returned to him after literal centuries and made him whole again. He had to get them out of his head.
"Interesting things you had to say. Do you really think I'm 'extraordinary'?" Visvar continued teasingly.
"You know I do." Scourge replied in a stern tone, unwilling to be pulled into some flirting game that would lead nowhere. The dry response didn't wash away the bratty smile off the Jedi's face. If anything, he looked only more sly, visibly holding a grin back.
Scourge sighed. This topic could very well end here if he wished for it, but there was something that bothered him. What he felt for Visvar was deep and true, he was sure of it. It was the kind of passion that he could not stop, wasn't even willing to try to stop, and he knew that though he could not demand it be reciprocated, he needed it to be accepted and welcomed. But it was exactly the thing the accursed Jedi code condemned. And his heart's chosen one was still not willing to let go of his restrictive Order.
"When I said I would die for you… and destroy for you… I meant it." Scourge started hesitantly.
"I know." Visvar answered, turning his half-veiled face towards the Sith.
"Doesn't it bother you? This is not something a Jedi should accept. It's completely against your beliefs."
"It is. But you're a Sith, and I know that will never change. I have no intention of changing you. I care about you just the way you are." Visvar said in a comforting tone.
Scourge experienced plenty of long forgotten emotions over past weeks, but whatever tightened his throat and poured warmth in his chest upon hearing the words felt relatively new.
Visvar may have not realized this himself, but it was a show of some strength for him to accept a Sith in his life like that. A Battlemaster of the Order and a former Wrath of the Empire? It just wasn't meant to be. It sounded ridiculous, went against the very order of the galaxy as they knew it. And yet, against all odds, they fell for each other. And so far their time as a couple had been amazing, enough to feel unreal. That Scourge regained his true self was a dream come true, but that he did so only to fall into the arms of someone so extraordinary was fantastical.
Scourge was always torn between the disdain for the Jedi and their philosophy and the admiration for Visvar's skills, resolve, innate strength. His stubbornness was both commendable and highly irritating, keeping him tied to that damned Order. But Scourge knew he had to accept Visvar and his loyalties too if this… they were to last.
"And I know you'll always be a Jedi… and I accept it too" he declared, letting some softness into his voice. "But you're my Jedi" he added impulsively after a moment, realizing too late that his tone hardened and came out a little bit too possessive and serious, instead of half-jokingly. But Visvar only chuckled and sent him another one of these bright smiles that made Scourge's heart beat a little faster.
"I can live with that" he answered, leaning over to the Sith to capture his lips in a kiss.
A few strands of his light blond, near white hair, that weren't caught in the ponytail, fell to Scourge's face, tickling him lightly along with the black eye cover. Visvar's lips were sweet but fierce, pressing into the Pureblood's to take what the Jedi wanted with a stubbornness and passion worthy of a Sith, that Scourge admired so.
Scourge still had problems with controlling his impulses and reactions, finding himself drowning in stronger emotions and sensations like anger or pleasure, taken by their current, unable to swim to the surface. And just like that, the press of the lips was enough to rid him of any coherent thought; in an instant his whole world was just the light touches on his face, the sweetness, the warmth of an eager body that he was denied for so long.
There often was a voice in the back of his head whispering that he was a little too easy, melted too fast upon his lover's touch, that it was a weakness of character, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. It felt too good to let go and submerge in a wave of warmth.
And the more he exposed himself, the more the Jedi pressed, exploring and disarming the Sith. While Visvar wasn't the most intelligent or cunning out there, his intuition never failed. He learned all of Scourge's numerous buttons unnervingly fast, gaining the ability to steer and mold the Sith's passion into whatever he saw fit.
"Maybe… you're my Sith" he whispered against the Pureblood's lips, smiling playfully. Only a shadow of possessiveness lurked in his voice, yet enough to cause a little shiver of delight run down Scourge's spine.
The statement was nothing short of ridiculous, but the Sith hummed his approval nonetheless, before capturing the Jedi's lips in another kiss.
Their whole lives were defined by what they were. "A Jedi", "a Sith", sworn enemies fighting for states that were waging war after war, with ideologies so different and incompatible. But there, laying on the green grass of Odessen, they were only two men helplessly in love with each other and their titles lost all meaning in wandering hands and breathless kisses. And all the wars and philosophies of the galaxy seemed insignificant compared to what they felt.