The Auroun was, among other things, susceptible to falling asleep soon after the act- regardless whether or not Demagol intended to keep his cock sheathed in her tight folds for the remainder of the night together. As it was, Rhailo had no idea what time it was; space always threw off her perception of time. It could have been two in the morning, or two in the afternoon, and her choice to snuggle against her companion's chest would remain the same. There was the thrum of his heart to listen to, her luminous hues flickering in their half mast state of fatigue, while lights dimmed throughout the cabin. Demagol had been understanding of his home when he bought this ship, Rhailo was sure of it. Small hints of personalized improvements came to attention with each new moment she was in his bed, and a strange sense of pride for her companion blossomed from his readiness. A sensor run feature muted the overhead halogens, giving their room a hint of darkness she assumed aided in mild attention deprivation. If there were no distractions from sleep, it would come easier. So on and so forth, her thoughts only briefly reflected on these additions before the woman drifted into slumber.
Ah, there it was. The precipice.
Rhailo stood with her back to the chasm, and for what felt like several moments, she listened. The quiet wasn't true silence. Instead, it started as the softest hum, and then fed into a bevy of voices all chattering like a flock of incessantly vocal birds. The chirps were a tirade, mocking and shallow, and though she didn't argue with the points made as a frown settled over her lips, she did disagree. "No." Her answer was slow, drawn out as if it were meant to be a question, but there was no reprieve from the commotion of the incorporeal peanut gallery. Perhaps she was used to this sort of berating. Maybe Rhailo just didn't feel a need to fight further. Features tilted to the right side as a glance was cast towards the bottomless abyss at her rear, pale figure swiveling on the balls of her feet achingly slow as she chose to rotate. The skin on her arms rose, prickled and receptive to this new variety of cold the creature was unfamiliar without outside this current state of being. It worked like that sensation of the void. Without warmth; captured emptiness.
When facing the endless maw of eternity, one did well not to make any missteps. She would need to use caution-
A gasp escaped the Auroun as she awoke- this sound so soft, she doubted for a second it had happened. Her hand rose slowly to cover her mouth, fluttering lashes releasing their otherworldly light across the spill of area where she lay with Demagol; their mess still intact. While grazing her lips hesitantly, her other set of digits sought the Mandalorian's visage to direct a feather light examination over his chiseled features. Her inspection was thorough, or as thorough as one was able to make the barest of touches be so not to wake their company. Rhailo could have gone back to sleep, were it not for the expression he was making- that glimpse of pain. Something in the manner Demagol furrowed his dark brows made her wonder just where sleep took the male for hours at a time. Did he venture back to trails long ago traveled? Was their a hint to his past in the deep recesses of the man's mind? Surely, it wasn't entirely out of the question to check.
After all, she had been invited to share his home. His mind was part of that to some extent, wasn't it?
Invasive as it may have been, as the snow topped creature returned to laying against Demagol's chest, her mind extended a phantasmal tendril that seemed eager to branch and prong itself out over the sleeping hunter's head. Ghostly feelers would be unseen by mundane eyes as they created a light mask that encompassed Demagol's portrait with what could be considered a pleasant warmth. Anchored, Rhailo slipped back to sleep, though immediately found the landscape to have changed. Nude and confused, bare feet met with the memories of a sunken marsh, and her body immediately regretted the humid temperatures as wayward precipitation dotted her flesh. A stranger was speaking to himself, and her presence drifted closer to make out what details she could of the scene, though she didn't seem to notice standing openly in the general vicinity of the male. She was just an apparition, after all. This dream, or memory, wouldn't change regardless of what Rhailo may have wanted to do.
It was in time with the attack that she understood what she was watching. Too little, too late.
A massive claw came crashing down into the figure, and almost immediately, Rhailo's consciousness recoiled back to the fleshlands. Reattaching to her own body meant waking up once more, but this time there was no gasp to accompany the action. Instead, the woman laid statue still in her increasingly possessive wrap around Demagol's shoulders, her lips pressed to his throat while stiff eyelids squeezed tight in moot attempt to unsee what had just been see. That had been... Was it? Prying eyes suffered the consequences of their actions, and so too did Rhailo feel as though there was no real way to return to a time before she had blindly wandered into the Mandalorian's dream. No, it was a nightmare. Her heart felt heavier due to the intrusion, and a lack of information on the male meant she wasn't sure if she could share having seen the events unfold. If the Auroun told him what she had done, he would be upset. The idea of confidentiality and privacy being ignored often sparked a sense of betrayal in others. This was a problem.
Just as his reading of her case file may have upset Rhailo, she presumed this was just as violating for Demagol, despite not wanting any such feelings to arise from her curiosity. in her defense, she hadn't intended to see that memory. Had it been a choice, the Auroun would have preferred to peer into a scenario with less tragedy inherently tied to the scene. Was he so damaged that there was no possibility of this happening? No. This was just unfortunate scrying on her part, and if nothing else, she could keep the revelation tucked away for the time being. As per usual, there was a series of thoughts to review over the course of time. Now though, hours had passed since the two had initially fallen asleep, and Rhailo was certain Demagol would appreciate waking up- especially with what had been taking place in his dream. "Dema.." The creature began sheepishly, the words mouthed against the skin of his throat between a train of kisses.
"Wake up, Demagol."
Ah, there it was. The precipice.
Rhailo stood with her back to the chasm, and for what felt like several moments, she listened. The quiet wasn't true silence. Instead, it started as the softest hum, and then fed into a bevy of voices all chattering like a flock of incessantly vocal birds. The chirps were a tirade, mocking and shallow, and though she didn't argue with the points made as a frown settled over her lips, she did disagree. "No." Her answer was slow, drawn out as if it were meant to be a question, but there was no reprieve from the commotion of the incorporeal peanut gallery. Perhaps she was used to this sort of berating. Maybe Rhailo just didn't feel a need to fight further. Features tilted to the right side as a glance was cast towards the bottomless abyss at her rear, pale figure swiveling on the balls of her feet achingly slow as she chose to rotate. The skin on her arms rose, prickled and receptive to this new variety of cold the creature was unfamiliar without outside this current state of being. It worked like that sensation of the void. Without warmth; captured emptiness.
When facing the endless maw of eternity, one did well not to make any missteps. She would need to use caution-
A gasp escaped the Auroun as she awoke- this sound so soft, she doubted for a second it had happened. Her hand rose slowly to cover her mouth, fluttering lashes releasing their otherworldly light across the spill of area where she lay with Demagol; their mess still intact. While grazing her lips hesitantly, her other set of digits sought the Mandalorian's visage to direct a feather light examination over his chiseled features. Her inspection was thorough, or as thorough as one was able to make the barest of touches be so not to wake their company. Rhailo could have gone back to sleep, were it not for the expression he was making- that glimpse of pain. Something in the manner Demagol furrowed his dark brows made her wonder just where sleep took the male for hours at a time. Did he venture back to trails long ago traveled? Was their a hint to his past in the deep recesses of the man's mind? Surely, it wasn't entirely out of the question to check.
After all, she had been invited to share his home. His mind was part of that to some extent, wasn't it?
Invasive as it may have been, as the snow topped creature returned to laying against Demagol's chest, her mind extended a phantasmal tendril that seemed eager to branch and prong itself out over the sleeping hunter's head. Ghostly feelers would be unseen by mundane eyes as they created a light mask that encompassed Demagol's portrait with what could be considered a pleasant warmth. Anchored, Rhailo slipped back to sleep, though immediately found the landscape to have changed. Nude and confused, bare feet met with the memories of a sunken marsh, and her body immediately regretted the humid temperatures as wayward precipitation dotted her flesh. A stranger was speaking to himself, and her presence drifted closer to make out what details she could of the scene, though she didn't seem to notice standing openly in the general vicinity of the male. She was just an apparition, after all. This dream, or memory, wouldn't change regardless of what Rhailo may have wanted to do.
It was in time with the attack that she understood what she was watching. Too little, too late.
A massive claw came crashing down into the figure, and almost immediately, Rhailo's consciousness recoiled back to the fleshlands. Reattaching to her own body meant waking up once more, but this time there was no gasp to accompany the action. Instead, the woman laid statue still in her increasingly possessive wrap around Demagol's shoulders, her lips pressed to his throat while stiff eyelids squeezed tight in moot attempt to unsee what had just been see. That had been... Was it? Prying eyes suffered the consequences of their actions, and so too did Rhailo feel as though there was no real way to return to a time before she had blindly wandered into the Mandalorian's dream. No, it was a nightmare. Her heart felt heavier due to the intrusion, and a lack of information on the male meant she wasn't sure if she could share having seen the events unfold. If the Auroun told him what she had done, he would be upset. The idea of confidentiality and privacy being ignored often sparked a sense of betrayal in others. This was a problem.
Just as his reading of her case file may have upset Rhailo, she presumed this was just as violating for Demagol, despite not wanting any such feelings to arise from her curiosity. in her defense, she hadn't intended to see that memory. Had it been a choice, the Auroun would have preferred to peer into a scenario with less tragedy inherently tied to the scene. Was he so damaged that there was no possibility of this happening? No. This was just unfortunate scrying on her part, and if nothing else, she could keep the revelation tucked away for the time being. As per usual, there was a series of thoughts to review over the course of time. Now though, hours had passed since the two had initially fallen asleep, and Rhailo was certain Demagol would appreciate waking up- especially with what had been taking place in his dream. "Dema.." The creature began sheepishly, the words mouthed against the skin of his throat between a train of kisses.
"Wake up, Demagol."
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