Rhailo didn't blame Demagol for perspective timelines crossing as awkwardly as they had.
Having met one another this late in their lives, the duo's histories were already mapped out to a certain extent. Inevitable individuality, it wasn't an immediate problem. Perhaps it was easier for Rhailo to have met Demagol then, as she was, with a decent head on her shoulders and a sense of self she had taken several years to find. One didn't begin their journey through life knowing just who they were, but in this moment with the Mandalorian in her company, the Auroun felt assured she projected comfort in her own skin. He seemed comfortable with her, at the very least. "If you give me an inch, I'll take a mile." But they both were clear of any false illusions pertaining to what Rhailo may or may not have been. Her kind was the sort to float through life unabated, and while some would say that proved itself in her mannerisms and attitude, they didn't know the just how far down the tip of this iceberg went. It wasn't that she hadn't faced her share of trials and tribulations- No. It was more to do with how she handled them.
Her confidence didn't seem dulled by her past exploits.
If nothing else, the smile Rhailo gave was indicator enough that she thought highly of herself in current regards. If for show, or because she didn't realize just how self indulgent she appeared, it wasn't clear. "So, you want to spoil me?" A hum was issued in her throat before the sound was followed with, "Because you like the idea of playing dress up with me. It's alright, Dema, I understand." Teasing him never grew old, and with his expression so carefree for the time being, she took advantage of the slack given. After all, he wasn't always so genial, and she knew this was as decent a time as any to appreciate the hunter in his casual state. "I do like to be spoiled, you know..." She trailed off when Demagol closed the gap between them, and her lips would part into the kiss, allowing her a brief taste of his lips while nuzzled gently against the grain of his five o'clock shadow.
Rhailo never tried to pull away from being held by her chin, though she whispered quietly as the kiss ended, "I would kiss you back even if you didn't prompt me to."
Sometimes she saw coping mechanisms embedded in the male's behavior, and she admired these flaws. Compatibility was key at this point in their unplanned union. They matched hers, and for this, she felt better. More acclimated to what Demagol was offering, even if it would seem outlandish to some. Rhailo had been free with puppet strings for much of her life, so being legally owned didn't feel any more stifling. She just didn't look forward to speaking of it with outsiders; she was stuck in a strange predicament with her current beau. Their entire life together was new, and webby with small problems branching into larger problems. Her lack of clothing was only surface level, but her brother came next, followed by what changes she would need to make to belong with Demagol in a fashion that didn't resemble classic interpretations of slavery. She wasn't a slave - yet, she wasn't free. Where did that really leave the Auroun?
"It would be hard to work if I was there, being worn like a belt." Rhailo confessed quietly, the suggestiveness in her smile all the more apparent by the way she leaned her figure towards the taller male pinning her to the wall. "I don't know how many bounties you'd have time to chase if I was there, stealing all your attention." Still close, her lips dragged languidly along the outline of his jaw before they reached his throat, while she further kissed and sucked near the warmth of his pulse. "I don't know how you'll manage with me in tow. Honestly, I'd quite a handful sometimes... But I think you like the challenge, don't you, Dema?" The corner of her lip twitched deviously as she added with an exaggerated sigh, "I know you're a handful. A mouthful. Even more. Perhaps the ship could use some changes. After all, it's now meant to house the two of us, so shouldn't it reflect that?"
It wasn't until Brax had become the topic of interest that Rhailo eased slightly away from the Mandalorian, her smile faltering in response. "Well, it's a link of sorts, sure. I had never really called it anything so alien, but he can do quite a bit more than I can. He's very skilled. Probably to do with his commitment to his abilities- honed skills, you know. You spent years training to be a bounty hunter in one fashion or another, and here you are. A name known, wealthy and respected... A bit feared by some. Brax is very similar in that regard, with his years of training. Just, with his inherent capabilities." Rhailo paused with a dry laugh before continuing. "Yes, he could puppet me around if he wanted to. He busts into my mind to talk to me all the time, and if I'm free to be honest with you, it worries me how he might take me blowing him off. He wanted to meet us wherever we stopped next, and he's probably with Ganjion and Tessa, which means a whole plethora of questions."
"I don't think he would read my mind, if it helps. Rather, I should say, Auroun have an unwritten code concerning the ettiquette of our abilities. You don't just probe someone's mind for answers. Even war criminals are spared that sort of treatment. We're not a warmongering race anyway. We just want to keep to ourselves, and Brax's capabilities were trained as strictly as they were because he has every intention to become a lightbearer for our home world." She sniffed the air and scanned the changing environment of their chamber as a table set up erected itself before adding, "But he's my twin, and thinking I can just shake him by telling him to bug off is silly. Siblings don't work that way. Persistence is just part of the package, and realistically, if the tables were turned and he was the one skipping out of the life he lived to gallivant around with some strange man, I would be equally worried."
Hearing Demagol express his possessiveness brought a renewed sense of appreciation over the woman as she slipped free to make for the seat now available to her, jumping only slightly with the swat to her ass. "I'll have you know, Demagol, that I am not trying to run away from you. On the contrary, I think I'd much rather get comfy on your ship and see the galaxy than return to Nar Shaada, given I still owe people credits, and it's probably safer not to stick around a place you've made enemies in..." Clearing her throat, she settled in across from where the hunter seated himself, and blinked curiously at her companion for several moments. Admittedly unsure how to answer, she took this time to formulate a clear representation of herself while poking at the plate of food she was given. "I don't honestly know. Preferences don't seem like my sort of thing, you know? I kind of just like what I like, and the rest is secondary. I don't have any aversions or allergies, but if you mean outside of food, you'll have to narrow it down."
Collecting her fork, the creature pushed around the selection of meat before settling on a piece small enough to eat right off the end, and chewed slowly while making a vague gesture. "You see," She said as she finished, reaching for her glass with her other hand, "I've had plenty of hobbies. I sold baubles and trinkets for a while out of a cart, though it was mostly junk I collected. I liked collecting junk, really, because there is always an abundance of tacky knick knacks to take in. No one else wants them, so it makes it easier to hoard, you know?" Her fork waved in a lazy circular motion between them. "I've danced and I've sang, but it's easy to pretend to be good at these things, given what I am. One would say it's hypnotic, yes? Seems like it's cheating. Every time I think about it, I feel like I'm cheating the system somehow. Too many free rides." Rhailo ate a few more bites between passing thoughts before delving further into his questions.
"Obviously, my goal has always been to become the most powerful being in the universe, and to rule with an iron fist." She flashed a cheeky grin. "Isn't that everyone's goal, in the end, Dema? Don't we all just want control?" Another gesture was made before she took a long drink of her water. "But what about you? Did you plan to hunt forever? Is there still a thrill to the hunt, or is this just how you ended up? I hear when you're good at something, it's difficult to escape it. Brax got tied up in his work because of that, while I was given leave to live on Nar Shaada. He had spent so much time negotiating my travel arrangements that I thought I'd never have a chance to get away from home, but sure enough, I got my wish." Glowing, her milky hues lowered towards her plate as she commented, "But it's a shit hole and I was caught up in youthful desires. Who doesn't want to live on Nar Shaada when everything you hear about it is neon and new?"
"But I want to know why you picked up my contract, being it was so small. I wasn't worth much. Small time thieves rarely are, and I'm not stupid. You probably spent more on fuel than you would have received for me. What are your goals, Demagol? Motivations for picking up a straggler?" Rhailo straightened in her seat before confessing, "I thought you would turn around and sell me, given what I am. I know the price is steep for my kind. We're rare. Rare things are always in high demand- which is why the price the s'zari put on me was insulting." The woman expelled a warm burst of air via her nostrils and looked back up to her host. "But now, you seem smitten, so I wouldn't expect you would sell me to the highest bidder. Not yet, at least. Maybe after you get to know me more."
Having met one another this late in their lives, the duo's histories were already mapped out to a certain extent. Inevitable individuality, it wasn't an immediate problem. Perhaps it was easier for Rhailo to have met Demagol then, as she was, with a decent head on her shoulders and a sense of self she had taken several years to find. One didn't begin their journey through life knowing just who they were, but in this moment with the Mandalorian in her company, the Auroun felt assured she projected comfort in her own skin. He seemed comfortable with her, at the very least. "If you give me an inch, I'll take a mile." But they both were clear of any false illusions pertaining to what Rhailo may or may not have been. Her kind was the sort to float through life unabated, and while some would say that proved itself in her mannerisms and attitude, they didn't know the just how far down the tip of this iceberg went. It wasn't that she hadn't faced her share of trials and tribulations- No. It was more to do with how she handled them.
Her confidence didn't seem dulled by her past exploits.
If nothing else, the smile Rhailo gave was indicator enough that she thought highly of herself in current regards. If for show, or because she didn't realize just how self indulgent she appeared, it wasn't clear. "So, you want to spoil me?" A hum was issued in her throat before the sound was followed with, "Because you like the idea of playing dress up with me. It's alright, Dema, I understand." Teasing him never grew old, and with his expression so carefree for the time being, she took advantage of the slack given. After all, he wasn't always so genial, and she knew this was as decent a time as any to appreciate the hunter in his casual state. "I do like to be spoiled, you know..." She trailed off when Demagol closed the gap between them, and her lips would part into the kiss, allowing her a brief taste of his lips while nuzzled gently against the grain of his five o'clock shadow.
Rhailo never tried to pull away from being held by her chin, though she whispered quietly as the kiss ended, "I would kiss you back even if you didn't prompt me to."
Sometimes she saw coping mechanisms embedded in the male's behavior, and she admired these flaws. Compatibility was key at this point in their unplanned union. They matched hers, and for this, she felt better. More acclimated to what Demagol was offering, even if it would seem outlandish to some. Rhailo had been free with puppet strings for much of her life, so being legally owned didn't feel any more stifling. She just didn't look forward to speaking of it with outsiders; she was stuck in a strange predicament with her current beau. Their entire life together was new, and webby with small problems branching into larger problems. Her lack of clothing was only surface level, but her brother came next, followed by what changes she would need to make to belong with Demagol in a fashion that didn't resemble classic interpretations of slavery. She wasn't a slave - yet, she wasn't free. Where did that really leave the Auroun?
"It would be hard to work if I was there, being worn like a belt." Rhailo confessed quietly, the suggestiveness in her smile all the more apparent by the way she leaned her figure towards the taller male pinning her to the wall. "I don't know how many bounties you'd have time to chase if I was there, stealing all your attention." Still close, her lips dragged languidly along the outline of his jaw before they reached his throat, while she further kissed and sucked near the warmth of his pulse. "I don't know how you'll manage with me in tow. Honestly, I'd quite a handful sometimes... But I think you like the challenge, don't you, Dema?" The corner of her lip twitched deviously as she added with an exaggerated sigh, "I know you're a handful. A mouthful. Even more. Perhaps the ship could use some changes. After all, it's now meant to house the two of us, so shouldn't it reflect that?"
It wasn't until Brax had become the topic of interest that Rhailo eased slightly away from the Mandalorian, her smile faltering in response. "Well, it's a link of sorts, sure. I had never really called it anything so alien, but he can do quite a bit more than I can. He's very skilled. Probably to do with his commitment to his abilities- honed skills, you know. You spent years training to be a bounty hunter in one fashion or another, and here you are. A name known, wealthy and respected... A bit feared by some. Brax is very similar in that regard, with his years of training. Just, with his inherent capabilities." Rhailo paused with a dry laugh before continuing. "Yes, he could puppet me around if he wanted to. He busts into my mind to talk to me all the time, and if I'm free to be honest with you, it worries me how he might take me blowing him off. He wanted to meet us wherever we stopped next, and he's probably with Ganjion and Tessa, which means a whole plethora of questions."
"I don't think he would read my mind, if it helps. Rather, I should say, Auroun have an unwritten code concerning the ettiquette of our abilities. You don't just probe someone's mind for answers. Even war criminals are spared that sort of treatment. We're not a warmongering race anyway. We just want to keep to ourselves, and Brax's capabilities were trained as strictly as they were because he has every intention to become a lightbearer for our home world." She sniffed the air and scanned the changing environment of their chamber as a table set up erected itself before adding, "But he's my twin, and thinking I can just shake him by telling him to bug off is silly. Siblings don't work that way. Persistence is just part of the package, and realistically, if the tables were turned and he was the one skipping out of the life he lived to gallivant around with some strange man, I would be equally worried."
Hearing Demagol express his possessiveness brought a renewed sense of appreciation over the woman as she slipped free to make for the seat now available to her, jumping only slightly with the swat to her ass. "I'll have you know, Demagol, that I am not trying to run away from you. On the contrary, I think I'd much rather get comfy on your ship and see the galaxy than return to Nar Shaada, given I still owe people credits, and it's probably safer not to stick around a place you've made enemies in..." Clearing her throat, she settled in across from where the hunter seated himself, and blinked curiously at her companion for several moments. Admittedly unsure how to answer, she took this time to formulate a clear representation of herself while poking at the plate of food she was given. "I don't honestly know. Preferences don't seem like my sort of thing, you know? I kind of just like what I like, and the rest is secondary. I don't have any aversions or allergies, but if you mean outside of food, you'll have to narrow it down."
Collecting her fork, the creature pushed around the selection of meat before settling on a piece small enough to eat right off the end, and chewed slowly while making a vague gesture. "You see," She said as she finished, reaching for her glass with her other hand, "I've had plenty of hobbies. I sold baubles and trinkets for a while out of a cart, though it was mostly junk I collected. I liked collecting junk, really, because there is always an abundance of tacky knick knacks to take in. No one else wants them, so it makes it easier to hoard, you know?" Her fork waved in a lazy circular motion between them. "I've danced and I've sang, but it's easy to pretend to be good at these things, given what I am. One would say it's hypnotic, yes? Seems like it's cheating. Every time I think about it, I feel like I'm cheating the system somehow. Too many free rides." Rhailo ate a few more bites between passing thoughts before delving further into his questions.
"Obviously, my goal has always been to become the most powerful being in the universe, and to rule with an iron fist." She flashed a cheeky grin. "Isn't that everyone's goal, in the end, Dema? Don't we all just want control?" Another gesture was made before she took a long drink of her water. "But what about you? Did you plan to hunt forever? Is there still a thrill to the hunt, or is this just how you ended up? I hear when you're good at something, it's difficult to escape it. Brax got tied up in his work because of that, while I was given leave to live on Nar Shaada. He had spent so much time negotiating my travel arrangements that I thought I'd never have a chance to get away from home, but sure enough, I got my wish." Glowing, her milky hues lowered towards her plate as she commented, "But it's a shit hole and I was caught up in youthful desires. Who doesn't want to live on Nar Shaada when everything you hear about it is neon and new?"
"But I want to know why you picked up my contract, being it was so small. I wasn't worth much. Small time thieves rarely are, and I'm not stupid. You probably spent more on fuel than you would have received for me. What are your goals, Demagol? Motivations for picking up a straggler?" Rhailo straightened in her seat before confessing, "I thought you would turn around and sell me, given what I am. I know the price is steep for my kind. We're rare. Rare things are always in high demand- which is why the price the s'zari put on me was insulting." The woman expelled a warm burst of air via her nostrils and looked back up to her host. "But now, you seem smitten, so I wouldn't expect you would sell me to the highest bidder. Not yet, at least. Maybe after you get to know me more."
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