Ghost of you: Malavai Quinn x female sith warrior

Phantoms

Captain Malavai Quinn paced his prison cell, attempting to clear his thoughts before lights out when he would inevitably try and fail to sleep more than a few fitful hours. As the lights went down he gave in and stretched out on his thin mattress, both dreading and hoping for what he knew would happen next.

In the quiet darkness he thought of his love, the only thing that sustained him and kept him from going mad.

"Malavai......", he never heard her call his name so much as felt it.

Years now. He remembered the day he had lost her, falling to his knees as he watched the ship explode, feeling his heart wither with grief.
When he had first returned to Dromund Kaas, he could not bring himself to enter their shared loft, and had instead taken a speeder to a small clearing nestled at the base of one of the many looming statues that marked the path to the temples. It had been her favorite place to meditate and simply be herself, and later it became where they would spend hours together, letting themselves lower the masks of emperor's wrath and imperial spy, safe and content in each other's company.

He had sat staring out into the forest for what seemed like an eternity when he first felt it. He couldn't describe the sensation, like a whisper that reached into his soul, something beautifully familiar.

He was not force sensitive, having been tested as a child like all born in the empire were. But in the nights they had spent together she had told him of its workings in the way that only she could, not the dogma of the sith, but her true beliefs on the subject, something she constantly hid except with him. She had told him that the force existed in all things, and that when a connection between people was strong enough, it could be felt even by those with no aptitude.

"My love...."

He felt her. She was alive. The feeling had never faded, and so he had returned to imperial intelligence with the intention of using its resources to locate her. He knew what his peers thought, saw the looks on their faces as he made inquiry after inquiry. While it was common knowledge that he had been her right hand man, only a few knew the depth of their connection. They thought he was a dog without its master, frantically searching for someone long dead. When he was finally thrown in prison by the minister for disobeying an order to give up the search, the feelings of her being near had only intensified.

He turned in his cot and let his mind drift, concentrating on the sensations he had been feeling since that fateful day.
He could smell the manaan sea lily perfume she favored, could almost feel the sensation of her lips brushing his, could hear the small sighs she always made when they were intertwined. He hoped she could feel him too, wherever she was.

He finally drifted off, waking only when a gruff voice told him he had a visitor. Before him stood Darth Acina, offering him his freedom, and the chance to search once again for his lord.