It was in the way her hands seemed active at all times. Distance. Ruffling through the tangle of snowy locks, anchoring loose strands behind the hidden tips of her ears. The crests were still decorated in silver piercings, toyed with only when Rhailo looked away from Demagol towards the illuminated chamber they shared. Her expression wasn't melancholic, but the happiness she may have felt didn't quite reach her eyes. There were too many questions, uneasy and stifling, hidden behind the veil of stagnancy. Was it easier to leave well enough alone? Sometimes she thought so, perhaps when not brave enough to broach the subject head on, though now it was difficult to decipher if she shied away from Demagol's nightmares because they weren't a subject she needed to learn more about, or she did so simply out of fear. One might think Rhailo flighty, given how lightly she tread through personal details in her attempts to seem more suited for the hunter's lifestyle. She didn't want to get under his feet, or get into his business, but when living with someone, it was hard to avoid these sort of involvements without cutting important ties.
When she asked him surface questions relating to his habits with women, or lovers, she figured this was safer than acknowledging the deaths of his loved ones. "I can wake you up in the future. That isn't a problem." Offhandedly, the Auroun halted her pacing to rest against the far wall, her back arched slightly against the architecture in languid display of bare curves. There was true art to be found in the way her movements seemed to compliment her figure, though Rhailo didn't notice such subtle nuances, nor did she need validation for what she was. It was her actions that she felt deserved some sort of praise, though now wasn't the time for whispered words to boost her already inflated sense of self. Rhailo's ego didn't require attention, but lord help anyone who avoided stroking it from time to time. "Well, you shouldn't be afraid of me either way... I just wanted to be sure I wasn't going to face any backlash for what I did." The corners of her lips twitched slightly as she added, "Gives me a sense of purpose, waking you up..."
Pale lids closed as the woman stretched, cat-like and shameless, against the wall. Still trying to wake up, her muscles ached and her legs remained stiff even as she pulled back to stand at her full height once again. "You don't seem like the type to enjoy shopping." Said as though she knew his type, Rhailo was once more questioning her companion as he let slip her need for belongings. Specifically clothing, though at this rate, she would hardly have use for a wardrobe given their inherent isolation. If this ship was Demagol's domain, did she expect to be dressed while staying on it? Hardly. Not with the Mandalorian's appetites. "I don't have any credits, except those few I gave you. Are you offering to buy me things, Demagol?" Rhailo's smile grew as she asked further, "Did you want to spoil me so soon?" Never one to question the hospitality of others, the woman left it alone for the time being, favoring formulating a response regarding how he expressed his curiosity concerning her involvements. Did she have others dedicated to her, or was he the last of her life lines?
Romantic as it may have been to think Demagol was the only tie Rhailo had left to this plane of existence, her head shook slowly before she dashed the sentiment. "I don't know if my attractiveness is what has made me friends, or not, but I have allies here and there. I wouldn't say I'm without friends- but I wouldn't think myself completely reliant on them either." Rhailo clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before offering, "My brother isn't alone out there. He's just not glued to my hip. I wouldn't want him to be, considering how much you enjoy putting your hands there." Teasing as the grip at her jaw seemed to guide her features, the Auroun felt as though he was assessing her answers while they were given. Her brow knit slightly in question, though she didn't openly protest being held in such a fashion. "He wanted to meet up with us at some point, given he's worried, and the last thing we need is Brax in a panic." She tapped the side of her temple lightly as she admitted, "He can talk to me when he wants to, but it's not talking that worries me."
"I think what worries me more is him taking over, thinking he can help." Rhailo didn't intentionally make it vague when she said this, though she realized how it came off after the fact. "I don't know what you wish to know about me. It would be easier to answer if there were direct questions to answer..." Trailing off, the creature batted her lashes as she looked upwards to the Mandalorian with an impish grin. "But why do you want to know? Because I'm yours? What if there are things I don't want to tell you?" Easing away from Demagol to sweep her gaze over the displays of the ship present in their company, Rhailo went on to say, "But I don't eat much. Meats mostly. Carnivore diet, with some carbs here and there. Never been one for fruits. Really can't stand vegetables. I didn't have sweets until I was much older, though I think I could live on cake if I really wanted to. You know? Like lemon pound cake, or cheese cake, or uh... That one with the chocolate?"
Reaching up, Rhailo stroked Demagol's cheek from the distance she created between them before chirping, "I love cake. If we'll be doing everything together, you should know- it's very important."
When she asked him surface questions relating to his habits with women, or lovers, she figured this was safer than acknowledging the deaths of his loved ones. "I can wake you up in the future. That isn't a problem." Offhandedly, the Auroun halted her pacing to rest against the far wall, her back arched slightly against the architecture in languid display of bare curves. There was true art to be found in the way her movements seemed to compliment her figure, though Rhailo didn't notice such subtle nuances, nor did she need validation for what she was. It was her actions that she felt deserved some sort of praise, though now wasn't the time for whispered words to boost her already inflated sense of self. Rhailo's ego didn't require attention, but lord help anyone who avoided stroking it from time to time. "Well, you shouldn't be afraid of me either way... I just wanted to be sure I wasn't going to face any backlash for what I did." The corners of her lips twitched slightly as she added, "Gives me a sense of purpose, waking you up..."
Pale lids closed as the woman stretched, cat-like and shameless, against the wall. Still trying to wake up, her muscles ached and her legs remained stiff even as she pulled back to stand at her full height once again. "You don't seem like the type to enjoy shopping." Said as though she knew his type, Rhailo was once more questioning her companion as he let slip her need for belongings. Specifically clothing, though at this rate, she would hardly have use for a wardrobe given their inherent isolation. If this ship was Demagol's domain, did she expect to be dressed while staying on it? Hardly. Not with the Mandalorian's appetites. "I don't have any credits, except those few I gave you. Are you offering to buy me things, Demagol?" Rhailo's smile grew as she asked further, "Did you want to spoil me so soon?" Never one to question the hospitality of others, the woman left it alone for the time being, favoring formulating a response regarding how he expressed his curiosity concerning her involvements. Did she have others dedicated to her, or was he the last of her life lines?
Romantic as it may have been to think Demagol was the only tie Rhailo had left to this plane of existence, her head shook slowly before she dashed the sentiment. "I don't know if my attractiveness is what has made me friends, or not, but I have allies here and there. I wouldn't say I'm without friends- but I wouldn't think myself completely reliant on them either." Rhailo clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before offering, "My brother isn't alone out there. He's just not glued to my hip. I wouldn't want him to be, considering how much you enjoy putting your hands there." Teasing as the grip at her jaw seemed to guide her features, the Auroun felt as though he was assessing her answers while they were given. Her brow knit slightly in question, though she didn't openly protest being held in such a fashion. "He wanted to meet up with us at some point, given he's worried, and the last thing we need is Brax in a panic." She tapped the side of her temple lightly as she admitted, "He can talk to me when he wants to, but it's not talking that worries me."
"I think what worries me more is him taking over, thinking he can help." Rhailo didn't intentionally make it vague when she said this, though she realized how it came off after the fact. "I don't know what you wish to know about me. It would be easier to answer if there were direct questions to answer..." Trailing off, the creature batted her lashes as she looked upwards to the Mandalorian with an impish grin. "But why do you want to know? Because I'm yours? What if there are things I don't want to tell you?" Easing away from Demagol to sweep her gaze over the displays of the ship present in their company, Rhailo went on to say, "But I don't eat much. Meats mostly. Carnivore diet, with some carbs here and there. Never been one for fruits. Really can't stand vegetables. I didn't have sweets until I was much older, though I think I could live on cake if I really wanted to. You know? Like lemon pound cake, or cheese cake, or uh... That one with the chocolate?"
Reaching up, Rhailo stroked Demagol's cheek from the distance she created between them before chirping, "I love cake. If we'll be doing everything together, you should know- it's very important."
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