Shorn Ashore [LE4, Strange Charm, Closed]

[Sharn]

He smirked and nodded. "If there is a conscious medichlorians preference for manifesting their energy dissemination in this dimension via sentients, it presupposes those sentients multiplying and being capable of interstellar dispersal lest they could perish in any regular mass extinction, war, or some other black Swan event." He looked at her. "Whatever the True Sith have been or was, the memory of their heritage is almost lost, but their genes an the medichlorian symbiosis that made them powerful has prevailed in you across millenia. This is a sound survival strategy at work."

[Runi Vizsla]

She chuckled, but then shook her head, smile turning rueful. "Not so great. Eventually anything left of them will become nothing but a minor genetic anomaly in humans. Mom looked... much different than I." She took out her datapad and pulled up a picture of her mother, handing it over to Sharn.

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"The True Sith have all but died out. If they lose that much in just one generation."

[Sharn]

Sharn found himself instantly attracted to the woman on the picture and leaned over to study her face. "The loss of some secondary features like ossous facial ridges is an expected consequence of crossbreading. You are as aesthetic and desirable as you would have been with them. The recessive gene is still in you and may manifest in your children. Fenotype is far less important than the quality of symbiosis with the Force. Was your mother ever recognised as a worthy student of an ancient Sith Lord? If not, it may indicate that you are already surpassing her."

He looked up from the photo, into her blue eyes. "I am a bastard, an accidental child of my mother's unknown lover. But randomising gene pool often brings better results than amplifying a recessive bloodline, as showcased by how superior I am in great many things. Were you and I to ever crossbreed, our progeny might turn out deep purple, but their mental prowess and Force-sensitivity might be unparalleled. I know I would be ready to gamble with my blue pigmentation toward that outcome."

[Runi Vizsla]

"I suppose not, though I don't know that she ever met any to have been," she noted. At the comment about their crossbreeding, she chuckled. "You make an excellent point... Though a deep purple could be interesting."

[Sharn]

"My claims possess strength that makes them embedded rather than debunked." His ruby gaze held hers from up close with nigh on palpable intensity. His blueberry lips curved up at the corners. "Getting to the bottom of the deep purple conception is laid bare right on the table."

[Runi Vizsla]

She grinned at him, leaning back. "If you think puns are an appropriate seduction method... well, you're not wrong."

[Sharn]

"I have a way of nailing like that." He rose from his seat and walked toward her side of the table.

[Runi Vizsla]

She turned her chair toward him and leaned back, smile playing across her lips as she waited for him to come to her. "I think I need a greater illustration of your way of nailing things."

[Sharn]

He took the rim of her chair and rotated it a little bit further so that her back was to the table. He supported with his hand against it and leaned over, his gaze transfixed on hers. "Mere spectation is boring. Let's meet the need empirically."

[Runi Vizsla]

"I think we both need a bit of practical experimentation," she noted, pulling him down to her, closing the distance into a deep kiss.

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