Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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[violentroots]

[ This is new. For everything he tried to prepare for, this was not one of them. Haggar lowers that hood and it's not the twisted creature he had grown up with. Warm skin, warm eyes, but the marks, the bone structure, the hair... is all the same. It's the witch in a new skin.

Lotor takes a step back, his face twisting into a grimace. ]

What kind of trick is this?

[shroudedsecrets]

[She takes a breath, then. No way but forward now.]

... It is not a trick. Nor is it a glitch.

[Even if she is not surprised that his reaction was to accuse her, this too has been earned. To see him in person at last, when all of their communication here had been through those devices... it is startling, to look up at him properly.

Remembering the last time she had seen him in person, there before the throne, exiled again from the empire once more. To have him arrive and then hear him gleefully tell her how he had destroyed his father. How his face had haunted her until she sought the truth at last.]

Prince Lotor. I know that I cannot make a lifetime of my ignorance and your suffering go away. After all of these years, I finally understand... the meaning of your anger. The anger you have held toward the empire, toward your father, and... towards myself.

[violentroots]

[ The longer she speaks, the stronger the little headshake 'no' gets as he takes a step back, disgust twisting his features. ]

You mock my struggles witch. You have no capacity to understand what you and my father have put me and the universe through; do not insult me by trying to pretend you do.

[shroudedsecrets]

My words are not false... I know not how to assure you otherwise.

[ But she had come here to say them, being braced for his reaction. Knowing that it would not go well. She'd only had a month to prepare, and even that perhaps was not enough time.

It would still be harsh. It would still hurt. She did not take such things well, but she had to continue on. ]

... I was incapable of understanding, for so long. Of hearing your cries, your laughter, of seeing you for who you were and who you are. Perhaps what I have remembered is only a glimmer of the truth of what was.