"Porcelian"-Adalric Brandl the ke'dem (since you a

[Lord_Xerxes]

Adalric Brandl gazed into those auburn orbs framed by the pale visage and a halo of curled red and black hair. His hand reached out, caressing her cheek. His mind wandered back to moments ago. Was it moments? Or hours….?


The seedy underbelly of a the galaxy’s core. Coruscant. Vagrants, pushers, swindlers, and the dregs of society lived in an ever-moving throng. The Outlander buzzed with activity. Patrons drank themselves into oblivion. Lonely people of a swath of races searched to find a companion in this bleak existence. Some looked to get a fix of something to forget their sorrows. At this moment, the ke’dem, Adalric Brandl, leaned against the bar and gazed up at one of many vid screens. The screen displayed a industrial-metal band playing.

The ke’dem felt eyes on him.

He turned, and he found her. The girl was young, almost too young, perhaps in her mid-to late teens, hiding behind her own tresses of red and black swathed hair. She had dark brown eyes, and a thin and angular face that suggested that she might be Correllian in origin. A tight black and red dress hugged her body, accentuating the curves and turns of her lithe body. There was a look of need and desire behind those dark orbs.

The song carried on, the background to all that was happening.

“Damn your eyes…and all the times you looked into mine…”

Adalric rose his glass to his lips, letting the strong taste of his whiskey linger on his tongue. She rose from her seat and approached him. He could feel himself reaching out to her in the Force. His will extending to caress her mind. He couldn’t control himself. He wrapped her in a shroud of false hopes and images of pleasure. He beckoned her into his web.

“Paralyzed…by all the things I do, now you’re mine….”

She came up to him, and Adalric could see that glazed look that came across her face. Her pale cheeks were slightly rosy. The liquor she’d been drinking only made the gestures of his will even easier. She slid her arm around his back, and he starred unblinkingly into her eyes. She was short, but elevated by the thick-heeled boots she wore. She had to look up to peer at Adalric’s carved visage that lay behind a mass of curled raven locks. Her warm hand rose up slowly, caressing his cheek. In her mind, she saw her lover from the long past…back to her once again. In Aldaric’s eyes, he saw a conquest. A victim…

“Damn your eyes…and everything inside….”

Adalric laid a credit chit on the counter and slid his arm around the young woman’s back. He was much older than her. By perhaps 4 or 5 cycles at least. But it didn’t matter. She saw her old lover. He saw himself falling further and further down his spiral. They hurried out of The Outlander and into the hustle and bustle of Coruscant’s underbelly. They walked at a brisk pace, enjoying the neon-cast shades on their faces and the eternal night of this place that never saw the natural light of day. Coruscant’s foundation was ever cast in darkness. How fitting for the ke’dem…

“…Not this time…..It won’t be alright…”

The apartment lay some 3 or 4 blocks from the nightclub. Adalric pretended to falter with the door codes, faking a drunken laugh to help the illusion he cast even more. The girl laughed in return. The door hissed open and they stumble in, arm and arm. She was pratically tugging at her dress before it hissed closed once more.

“You and I….will never say goodbye, or goodnight…..”

“Learyc…I have missed you so…Remember how we used to….” She spoke. Adalric rose a finger to her lips.

“Quiet my love. Tonight we shall dance that way once more….”

She tugged more at her gown, as if forgetting how to undress herself and wishing to just tear it off. Brandl guided her towards the bedroom, planting his lips upon hers. Her tongue left her parted mouth with a sigh and sought his. They twisted and turned about one another’s, a lover’s kiss. Adalric felt no rise in his blackened core of a heart, but he could sense her pulsing with love and yearning. He threw her down onto the bed. A soiled mattress with a flimsy covering of a silverfish silk material. She moaned at him, parting her thighs and running a hand across her breasts. Her eyes laugh half opened, glazed and lustful…

“Every time I look into your eyes…everybody else just seems to…die……”

Adalric lay down next to her, wrapping an arm around her back. He pulled her half ontop him, her chest now inches from his face. His left hand tugged the top of her gown down below her chest, and he pulled the cup of her bra down to expose a mound of pale flesh with a pink nipple, rising erect to the touch of his lips and tongue. He kissed this skin, trailing his tongue across it. She moaned her old lover’s name into his ear, and he exposed the second nipple, his warm hot mouth bearing on it now as well. The look of lust on her face and in her auburn eyes heightened. They were merely slits now. His fingers traced spirals and lines across her soft and silky flesh. She was so warm, so alive…

“Damn your skin…It’s the beginning of the end…."

His hand slid down her thigh, pulling the dress up to expose her tight red panties. Adalric slid his hand beneath the waist band, to find her bald womanhood hot and moist, yearning for his touch. He rolled her over, onto her back, and straddled between her thighs. Her hands reached out, unclasping his belt. In her haze of lust and Force persuasion, she didn’t even seem to notice the holstered blaster, the utility compartments, or the lightsaber that fell onto the bed next to her thigh as she unclasped the buckle. She drew him to herself…Cried out in a joint of pain and pleasure as she felt him enter into her…

“…you’ll be my only sin…….porcelain…just like a babydoll over again and again…”

Adalric’s eyes opened. He remembered the long moments of writhing pleasure with her. As she lay there on the bed now, quiet and still, he ran his fingers down her cheek, caressing it. He mused at her silent rest. Her body was still warm from the sweat of love-making. Gently he spread her thighs, letting his fingers find the warmth still there. He slid over her carefully, and gasped as he pressed into her once more…

“Every time I look into your eyes……..Everybody else just seems to…die…….Every time I look into your eyes…….”

Adalric gazed at her ashen hue. She was so still. So quiet. She’d loved him so intensely for that moment. It was something he could know no longer. She’d called out to him and gasped at his touches. Her eyes had been locked on his, filled with lust and love. Now they were closed...

“Everything I do just seems so wrong…”

Adalric reached out, his hand running down her soft skin, down her side and across her stomach to finger the warm breach in her body. Moist and hot within her body was. He caressed her cheek with his hand, opening her eyes. The orbs were indeed glazed over still. But milky now. Starring infinitely at him. Unblinking. He ran his hand across them, closing them, and withdrew his hand from that warm breach. Adalric rose, still smelling that heavy bittersweet musty smell over her all over his hands and face. He felt the moistness on his hands. He looked down, seeing a faint stain of crimson on his fingertips. He turned his head away, fingers curling around the cold cylinder of his lightsaber and rose from the bed.

"You might be dead…but I’m not……”

Adalric gazed at that breach, the one he’d just been caressing. The small circular hole in her skin that was charred about the edges, cauterized by the blade that had caused it. He rose, replaced his belt, and left the apartment. She lay there…silent, quiet. Pale and beautiful in her nakedness. Porcelian…

Song lyrics of "Porcelian" by S!NISTTVR (sinisstar)
Written by Dameon Magus Garamond

[Lord_Xerxes]

That's supposed to read (Since you asked Mike...) at thre top.

[Sparkticus]

That is very, very good. I feel like I've been sucker punched after reading that, just out of words. That is a very cold way to end a tale...

[Kuja]

Damn. No words.

[Lord_Xerxes]

Thanks guys. I had a lot of fun making this one. Adalric Brandl is a character that was introduced in a SW book of several short stories. I think it was Tales from the Empire? But he, as well as a few other characters in that book, have grown on me a lot. You may see more of my Brandl stuff, or stuff I write about other chars in that book.

[haas mark]

Wow. That's really good...no, that doesn't do it justice......Speechless...

[Darth Wong]

Hey, I asked for porno, not snuff. Seriously, that was artistic but it's not my thing.

[Crown]

To get an idea what Mike likes, keep the following rythm in your head:

Boom, chick-a-chick, boom, chick-a-chick, wa-wa... And repeat over and over.

[Vympel]

..... ok.