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Plucked From the Clutches of Death

Ever since coming to the future, following the Force's whims had been something Altair had done less and less. He could still sense it, of course. Shutting himself off completely would be unacceptable to him, as it had always been his companion of sorts and while it would probably lead to less shenanigans, he could not close his eyes and cover his ears. He could hear the whispers, feel the threads of it weaving through the galaxy and it was beautiful. When he meditated whispers became a distant song, and threads became beckoning guides that wanted to lead him to far off places.

In the past, he would have let himself get swept along as time allowed, always certain that someone would be there to pick up any momentary slack. In this time, while he had faith in Thrawn's people and Thrawn himself, he couldn't justify taking the time to rush off whenever some new thread weaved itself into the galaxy's tapestry. There were no other Sith who would pick up his slack, and he had promised to assist Thrawn with his goal, after all. Tempting as it was to let himself drift in the river of fate to let it carry him to new and strange places, give him new and strange riches, he wouldn't, and couldn't.

At least that had been the case until a particularly insistent call in the Force had become too much to ignore.

It wasn't dangerous, was what he had said to Thrawn, upon seeking permission to leave for a time. Not dangerous. Not like the fleet, not like the Silencers, and Iokath. It just was. That nebulous concept had been what was most difficult to explain, really. But whether or not Thrawn understood didn't matter, because he had, at least, seen his seriousness and respected it.

Altair wondered what he'd think now.

The Force had led him to an ancient temple- Altair still wasn't certain if it was Sith or Jedi in origin- and that temple had led him to a strange place. Branching paths and moments in time. For a while he had wandered- admittedly he'd sought a way back to his own time. It would have broken his promise, which he hated doing, but still. A part of him would always miss his people.

He hadn't found it though.

But he had found many strange artifacts. Plucked them from moments in time whenever the Force felt like it was urging him to do so. Whether that was some kleptomaniac instinct or actually the Force though, he wasn't sure. Maybe both.

Through one such window into the past, he'd come across someone in a situation that wouldn't end well. Plucking items out of these moments was one thing- would maybe end in a bruised ego or two somewhere far in the past- but people? Still, it was the only glimpse that was truly an open door to be reached through. The Force was quiet, not urging him one way or another, despite its strong presence in the silence between moments and its somewhat subtle insistence that he claim artifacts before. In the end though, when given the opportunity to save someone, he had.

The idea of simply leaving someone to die when all he had to do to save them was reach out his hand pained him. He couldn't do it.

And so, outside of the temple in the dark and quiet night, he sat with the two people he'd rescued by the fire they'd built for light and warmth while they waited for morning to come so they could head for the ship he'd borrowed with the promise that he'd bring it back in one piece, without fear of anything that might be lurking in the blackness of the forest the temple was surrounded by.

It had been day when Altair had entered the temple and found his way into that strange place, and while he felt no more hunger than usual, Altair could somehow tell that this was not the first night that had passed since he first arrived. He assumed it had been a few days, at least.

He wondered how he was going to explain this one though.

A Chiss and a Jedi who- while remaining nearby- was perhaps expectedly standoffish in the presence of a Sith. Out of the two of them, Altair figured he'd have most luck talking to the Chiss, though they'd all exchanged relatively few words even now. Shock, Altair assumed.

Seemed the most likely explanation, and also understandable. Expecting death only to be yanked through the veil of death and time to safety was probably a lot to deal with for people who weren't used to it.

"You don't have to worry, you know. I have allies who will be able to help you. Wherever you may want to go, I'm certain it can be arranged."

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"Yes, the people of Manaan often have aquatic-themed artwork. I have never visited that world myself, however." Their artwork said that they held a particular species of shark in high regard, for it helped produce a healing substance that predated bacta.

Seeing the couples hug and kiss one another made Thrawn focus on the fountain, not one for public displays of affection.

"The person who designed this fountain likely spent much time near the ocean, for them to have captured the likeness and actions of the fish this way. They likely did not sculpt the fountain, but were part of a group of artists that were commissioned to work on this."

Trust Thrawn to be able to focus on the art. Altair was entirely more emotional, unable to keep himself from turning at least a slightly deeper shade of purple than normal. Usually he wore his armor when he felt the need to put some distance between himself and others, or when he felt the need to intimidate. Right now though, he wished he was wearing it so he could hide.

Being older and more mature had not made him have any better control over his emotions, it seemed. At least not when it came to matters of the heart.

But then, it had been a very long time since he'd been open to such emotions.

He was a bit... Out of practice.

And still hesitant to voice it, besides. Out of all the people he could have fallen for, it had to be Thrawn.

"Manaan is lovely, though my memories of the place are somewhat less so. Long story."

That he didn't think he was in the right state of mind to share. Perhaps at a later date.

"You're definitely right though. It reminds me somewhat of some of some of my old art, from when I'd been settled in one place long enough to gain an appreciation for details I might have otherwise missed. It... Is too bad that most of it is lost to time, though."

And considering his preferred medium, none of the art he'd made in his own time was likely to remain. Though he did still have a few older pieces, that he'd had on him when he ended up in the future in the first place.

"Commissioned, hm... Well, out of all the things to work on, this isn't so bad. I commissioned a few things in the past too. And there were those who... Saw me as a fitting subject to get immortalized, let's say."

The statues. The paintings. He hoped most of that was lost to time.

"Surprisingly there were plenty of artists who were delighted when they were contacted for the task."

He hadn't exactly been the most willing of subjects, but- he also hadn't really been able to refuse, all things considered.

"Yes, I've seen records of the artwork some artists made in your honor, though most of what's survived has you in full armor or merely obscured your face." Certainly Thrawn had yet to find commissioned art that depicted him as the Chiss that he was. He was also going to go digging for any records of the artwork that Altair commissioned next time he was at the Hand fortress.

Starting to get discomforted at all the affectionate couples, Thrawn moved away from the fountain, towards a more secluded path. This path surrounded them with trees with colorful lights hanging off of them to illuminate the way. In between the trees were the odd statue or two.

"It seems to me that the Sith in general preferred artwork that ensured that they would be remembered for all time. Large statues and carved wall hangings, for example."

He paused to examine a statue of a couple in a passionate embrace.

"What I am didn't really stay a secret, but... Well."

His armor, his robes, and his veils. They had been very much part of his image, and he'd been happy with that. The few artworks that had been made of him that showed him as the Chiss that he was had been commissioned by those who wanted him to be immortalized as a person and not a symbol.

Altair hadn't agreed that it was necessary, but as he'd been fond of those who asked, had allowed a few paintings and the like to depict him not as an unknowable Sith but as a man, "A few paintings were made showing me as I am, at the request of those I was closest to."

And at the request of a few artists who had been struck by inspiration. As one who often sponsored artists, he'd found himself unable to turn them down, given that he was an artist in his own right and knew how important it was to create art one was passionate about.

"You're not wrong though. And while I see the value in such works of art, they're not something I'd want created of or for me. They're the art of my people for the most part, and that alone gives me a certain fondness for them, but..."

He shrugged, and then nodded to the statue of the couple, "While this might be a tad too... Romantic... For my tastes, it's much more in line with the sort of art I both commissioned and enjoyed in general, back in my own time. Any Sith can find an appreciation for art that gives off a certain disconcerting feeling, as I think I well proved earlier today, but..."

He smiled then, since he didn't think he was saying something Thrawn wasn't already aware of, "Of course you know all of that about me already."

"Yes," Thrawn confirmed. Art did very little to hide one's true self from him. "But that does not mean I do not appreciate you telling me things about yourself." It felt more personal for Altair to talk about himself, even after Thrawn read his artwork.

He continued to walk, moving on from the statue to admire to tree lights. They were a variety of colors, and made the leaves shimmer. "You had to let others see you as a Sith, rather than a Chiss, because of our kind's prejudice towards our Force sensitives."

"I thought I did. My parents and grandparents hated me for something that I could not control. Had I not been born as a slave in the Sith Empire, I imagine I would never have lived to see adulthood."

Being slaves had never stopped them from raising a hand to hurt him. But due to the unique situation, and the fact that they worried about the harsh punishments that might come their way should they destroy Imperial property, they had never hurt him so badly that he wouldn't recover from his injuries.

Still, because of them, he had lived his life in fear of everything that had to do with his species, and preferred hiding himself from them when he met them, even as he'd climbed to the top of the Empire. The only person he had never really feared was Aden, and that was because of their bond in the Force.

"And because they were all I knew, I thought all Chiss would react to me as they did. Though I was eventually proven at least somewhat wrong, my fear never fully subsided. It hasn't, even now."

It was probably a good thing that he had worn his armor around Thrawn in the beginning, since he'd often found himself flinching in his presence, despite his body language ranging between neutral and confident, depending. Had it not been for his armor, Altair imagined their relationship would be pretty awkward even now.

He looked up to the lights in the trees too, and smiled. It was pretty.

And pretty romantic, though he was trying not to think too much about that.

"Besides, I am a Sith too, so I didn't mind been seen as one, even if it meant burying other parts of me."

He probably shouldn't mention the fact that he'd spent much time gathering things from the Ascendancy. Art, plants, banners and the like. He already felt like he was coming of as pitiful enough, and that wasn't really how he preferred to be seen. Especially not by one of the only people whose opinion he actually valued in this time.

"Same goes for now. Having a Sith around is more useful than having some random other Chiss around, isn't it?"

"When we first met, I may have agreed with that sentiment," Thrawn admitted. "At first, you were simply useful. I could think of many advantages to having a Sith who was loyal to me. Then when I realized that you are Chiss, I felt... relief. Relief at having another of my kind close by."

The Empire of the Hand had plenty of Chiss, of course, but it wasn't the same. He couldn't see them every day, for they had important duties around his empire. Having Altair nearby was a comfort, even if they had remained distant towards one another for a while after that revelation.

The path took them out of the trees, into a secluded statue garden. "You are useful as a Sith, but that is not your only worth."

"I didn't exactly intend for my secret to ever come out, but... I'm glad it did."

Back when his species was revealed, he had felt like fleeing. He'd trusted and believed in Thrawn's vision, but the man himself had been frightening. Had it not been for Altair's workaholism then perhaps they would be distant to each other still. Mistrustful and keeping each other at arm's length.

Now though, now he was glad for it.

Had things gone down differently, they certainly wouldn't be here. And maybe he never would have brought Thrass and Lorana back either, as twists and turns may have taken them both down other paths.

"And I know. I'm as good a friend as I am a Sith, no?"

Had he been any younger, then he might have seen himself otherwise- but he knew his value as a person too, and not just as a tool to be used.

Of course he knew his feelings for Thrawn were a bit different from those one would feel for a friend- a fact further punctuated by the racing of his heart at the general atmosphere and the seclusion of the statue garden- but he would say nothing of the sort, since he still had difficulties reading the other man and didn't want to do anything to make their relationship awkward again, even if it would be for a very different reason.

"I agree. Your presence has been most welcome." While he was close with Parck, their relationship didn't feel as personal as his friendship with Altair. Besides Thrass, Altair was the one Thrawn was closest to.

Now that they were away from the various couples, and had this secluded area of the park to themselves, Thrawn could hear himself think. What he wanted to say to Altair didn't need prying ears.

"Have you ever considered being more than friends?"

Altair had only just glanced away to look at the various statues, only to have his gaze snap back to Thrawn at that question that he was sure he hadn't actually heard. It... Had to have been a figment of his imagination. Didn't it?

He could feel his face heating up, and was fairly sure he was turning a deeper shade of purple than usual, a blush that spread over the tips of his ears and down his neck too.

"I..."

He could have asked him if he heard him right. Or even if he'd said anything at all. But no, that had definitely not been his imagination.

"I would be lying if I said my feelings don't run deeper than just friends."

Just when that shift had happened he wasn't sure about. But it had. And he would have kept on quietly carrying the feelings with him, not wanting to make things between them awkward.

"I assume- I mean- you too?"

Smooth.

Thrawn had embarrassed Altair, as evidenced by the purple hue on his face, his rise in temperature, and the overall body language and stuttering. Thrawn himself remained the picture of serenity, though a sharp-eyed person would notice a tinge of purple on the tips of his ears.

"I had my suspicions that you felt that way." Altair's emotions were so humanlike. Open and brazen, not at all like a Chiss. It was so strange to see one of his kind emote the way Altair did.

"I too would be lying if I denied any sort of affection for you." Perhaps it was Altair gifting him with the Eternal Fleet, or, more likely, Altair saving Thrass and bringing him back to Thrawn, that made him develop feelings for him. "I held back my thoughts and feelings on the matter until now."

It was easier when he thought of Altair as someone useful, or someone who was just a friendly ally. To admit that he felt more was to admit that he had something to lose.

"... I see."

Altair hadn't really noticed. Their conversations themselves had perhaps given a few hints, but Thrawn's tone was always cool and even and it was difficult to get a read on his emotions by his tone. Or perhaps Altair was just good at telling himself that there was nothing there. That he was imagining things.

After all, had he not done the same only moments ago.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

To love was to open oneself up to loss. Altair had lost most of the people he'd loved in his life. That loss still stung. If he opened his heart enough to love Thrawn not as a friend, but as something more, then he wasn't sure he'd be able to endure it should he lose him in the future.

But to ignore those feelings was to suffer, too.

"If you'd like to act on these feelings, then... I think I'd be okay with it. Because it's you."

Overcoming the fear of loss was difficult, but. Well, he wanted to try anyway. Because the joy of love was worth it.

"Yes, for it gives you something that you cannot bear to lose." But, he had Thrass back, and to lose Thrass again would destroy him. What was a romantic partner added onto that?

"But, I think we have denied things for far too long." He touched Altair's cheek with the tips of his fingers, then leaned down to kiss him.

They had. This was probably long overdue, really.

Altair thought they both just... Had a lot of issues sorting through their feelings. But now they had, and here they were.

The kiss was unexpected though. He hadn't thought Thrawn was the type to go for it out in public, even if they were in a secluded spot, and so he couldn't help the little noise of surprise. Even so, he didn't hesitate to lean up into it, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy the feeling.

Once he pulled away he couldn't help but laugh slightly, "I'm going to need to invest in some high heeled boots while we're here, I think."

So that Thrawn didn't have to lean down quite so far.

Altair just had to say something to distract from the fact that he'd gone an even more impressive shade of purple, and poking a bit of fun at his own height was good enough.

Seeing as it was just the two of them, and Thrawn hadn't heard anyone approaching, he figured he could be affectionate in semi-public just this once. "Perhaps Thrass will take you shopping for some."

The height difference made things slightly awkward, but they could work with it.

"Come, there is one more thing I wished to show you, and then we should meet back up with Thrass for dinner." Pulling away slightly, Thrawn led Altair back down the path, passing the statues. He paused for a second in front of a large statue of a bipedal insect, before continuing on his way.

After another couple minutes of walking, they emerged from the glen and onto a well-lit section of the park. Thrawn had brought Altair to a flower garden that spanned the length of a sports field, with all different sorts of flowers, in various colors. The flower placement wasn't random, but rather they all came together to form an intricate piece of artwork, showing a mountain range at sunset.

"I'll have to ask him."

Embarrassing as that was. Please help me pick out some high heels so I can kiss your brother more easily. Not exactly an easy thing to ask someone. He definitely did need to go shopping though, considering the difference in their heights. Altair had always known that any man he might fall for would likely be taller than he was, but Thrawn was a bit taller than what he'd fantasized about when he was much younger than he was now.

Following along with Thrawn, he also paused briefly in front of that statue, though was quick to catch back up with the other man, and deciding to be daring, moved to take a hold of his hand. He hoped he'd be allowed that much, even if they had moved away from the secluded spot where they'd kissed.

As they arrived at that flower garden though, he couldn't help but let out a surprised little oh. Everything else they'd seen up to this point was beautiful, but this...

"Gorgeous..."

How much time and care had to have gone into making something like this. Truly it was wonderful.

Thrawn allowed Altair to hold his hand, wrapping his fingers around his hand in return.

"I knew you'd like this." Thrawn liked it too, of course. "The artist carefully tends to this garden, until the winter months. Then, all flowers are uprooted, and made into pressings to be sold. When spring arrives, a new art piece is planted."

The flowers he and Thrass had picked had been in other parts of the park, where guests were free to do so. Picking a flower from this would get you a very hefty fine.

He stood there for a good few minutes, before looking at a nearby clock on a lamppost. "Thrass is expecting us soon."

"I think I may have to pop by to buy some of those when the time comes."

He was a bit of a wandering Sith when Thrawn didn't have anything in particular for him to do, after all, so he was sure he could find the time to slot that into his schedule. The flowers were pretty, and he appreciated that Thrawn had taken him to see them- and felt plenty inspired to make art of his own.

He was sure Thrawn would appreciate that.

"We shouldn't keep him waiting then."

A pause then, "Should we continue holding hands, or...?"

Thrass would probably have questions if they did.

"You are welcome to do so." They still had plenty of shore leave time for Altair to run an errand to buy a souvenir. He knew exactly what he was doing by showing Altair this display of flower art.

He looked down at their hands, regarding them for a moment. "I see no reason not to. If he asks, then I will tell him the truth."

Still holding Altair's hand, Thrawn led him down a path that would take them out of the garden, and back to the main trail so they could exit the park.

"I see."

His fingers flexed slightly, very gently squeezing Thrawn's hand a bit tighter. Since they were both Chiss and thus had lower body temperatures than humans or other similar species, Altair wasn't sure if warm was necessarily the most accurate description of how it felt, but... Well. It gave him a warm sort of fluttery feeling anyway.

A feeling he thought he was technically too old for, but he didn't resent feeling it.

He was still blushing a bit too, he was pretty sure. A bit more of an intense purple across his cheeks and a faint dusting of the color at the very tips of his ears too.

"Do you wish for it to be kept between us otherwise? Not a secret from your brother, but... Everyone else?"

Altair already knew, of course, that Thrawn was not one for public displays of affection. But whether he wished to keep it so private that only the people closest to them would know or not, that was something they probably should discuss.

Thrawn thought it over. "For now, I think it would be best if we kept this between ourselves and Thrass. I would prefer to minimize the risk of my enemies finding out for the time being." Altair was a powerful Sith and anybody who tried to hurt him to get to Thrawn would be in for a nasty surprise. But Thrawn knew Nuso Esva well enough that the less the warlord knew, the better.

"I also do not want my crew to believe there will be any conflicts of interest when it comes to you." Once Nuso Esva was gone, Thrawn would let the crew figure it out for themselves.

The restaurant where they were to meet Thrass wasn't very far, and was at most a fifteen minute walk away from the park. The Syndic was already there, waiting for them. As the pair got closer, Thrass looked at their joined hands.

"Well, it's about time."

"Of course."

Altair understood perfectly, all things considered. He had lived a long enough life full of enough strife and betrayal to understand that some things were best kept close to the chest. And at least there would probably be times like this now and then, even if it was unlikely to be very often. And he could live with that until the time came that Thrawn's most dangerous enemies were dead and gone.

As they finally rejoined Thrass, Altair couldn't help but blush again at that comment. About time. Had he really been that obvious? His gaze flicked up to Thrawn's face, wondering if he'd been obvious too. Probably not as obvious as him, at any rate.

"... How long have you known?"

Altair just had to know exactly how long he'd been acting like a fool, apparently.

"A long while," Thrass replied, his voice carrying a hint of smugness. "I wasn't sure at first, but the more you spoke about Thrawn the more sure I became. And then there was the way Thrawn spoke of you in return."

"I suppose I never could hide anything from you," Thrawn stated. "Not even the things I hid from myself."

"Not since we were small children, brother dear," Thrass said. He waved the two inside, where the found a table and sat down to order their food. Thrass looked over the top of his menu at Altair, "Did you enjoy the garden?"

"I'd lament the fact that I've apparently made a fool of myself, but..."

Looking to Thrawn briefly, he smiled, even though he was still a somewhat deeper shade of purple. He found that he didn't mind very much that he'd acted a fool, even if he was a little embarrassed.

"In this case I don't mind it so much."

He hummed, "He is the man I admire most in the entire galaxy, after all. How was I expected to keep my head screwed on right?"

A bit of a humorous tone, but entirely fond. Clearly embarrassed, and yet willing to say it as it was.

As they entered the restaurant and found a table, Altair was a little bit hesitant to let go of Thrawn's hand- giving a final squeeze before letting go so they could take their seat and browse the menu.

"I did, yes. It was beautiful."

It had been, but his gaze still flicked to Thrawn briefly as he said that, suggesting that the garden had rather paled in comparison to the man he'd been with. Still, he had enjoyed it very much. Even if the atmosphere had been rather wild when they'd been surrounded by couples.

Thrawn smiled at Altair. He knew that a lot of people admired him, but it felt different to hear it from Altair. Perhaps it was because Altair was a powerful Sith who could crush him easily, yet he looked to a man without the Force with admiration. Or perhaps it was because he had finally admitted to himself that he loved Altair and he liked hearing his new lover speak of him in such a manner.

He also caught that glimpse his way while they looked over the menu. "Speaking of, where are the flowers you picked, Thrass?"

"Back at the hotel. I bought a pair of vases and filled them with water," Thrass replied.

When their waitress came by, Thrass ordered a glass of wine, while Thrawn selected an iced tea. They also ordered their dinner, having already decided what they wanted.

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