"S-stop!" Is what Rhailo said when he approached, the warning signals firing off in her brain like someone had lit a fuse in a firework factory. She didn't want him touching her, lovingly or otherwise, but the words fell on deaf ears. Really, she wasn't surprised in the slightest when a strong grip wrestled itself around her throat, and with swift dragging movement, she was lifted like a rag doll in his grasp. The woman wasn't anywhere near as physically capable as the Mandalorian. It must have felt like assaulting a child, the way she looked at his expression with pure terror residing behind starlight hues. Staring, accusing, with pain wrinkling her brows. Perhaps long ago, someone else had choked their message through the youthful head of hers, and in time, it was absorbed. Not hardly forgotten, never. Just edged to the farthest reaches of consciousness so it wasn't always foreground.
But it came back now in a small way. The look in those deep blues made it impossible to shake. Rhailo reached up her hands to take his arm, but the digits weren't tight. They didn't seem like they wished to pull him away. The nails didn't bite down into his exposed flesh, nor did they scratch and scrape against the hair in wild attempts to divert his attention. Just a feather light resting, their pads twitching absently against the muscles where they tensed. Her lips gaped slightly when the pressure was changed, when he was trying to force the air from her lungs-- But, even in that moment of gut wrenching horror, Rhailo didn't harm him. She didn't even think about it, just like she had never attempted to harm him at any point in their evening together.
in the dim of the room, the flecks of sparkled light embedded in her physique were noticeable. A peculiar glow to a woman he knew nothing of. At this rate, would never know anything about. Demagol spoke of a great many things, but he never said anything she would see the way he saw it. At times, the Auroun almost felt pity for the male, as he thought so considerably low of himself that he couldn't consider saving her as anything more than a mercy on his part. Pity. Paired with an idea that, somehow, there was potential for her. Why hadn't he just said these things to her? Unable to continue meeting the eyes of her assailant, Rhailo shut her lids while her face bore the signs of discomfort. Not from the choke hold-- she would live through this, as she had times before. No, it was how every distant hope she may have had for Demagol seemed chipped, pieces scattering with the winds.
And then she was lowered, settled on the pillows so she could breath again. A gasp followed, a quick one that hurt to make, but the Auroun would take what was given. Even while his hand continued to keep her from straying. Especially then. So her back met the headboard and long legs were stretched out of the bed, her body still bare and her oculars reopening to see him. To try and see through him. This wasn't him, it couldn't be. Something about him was off, and she knew beneath the layers of anger and frustration, she could learn. Demagol just had to tell her. That's all he had to do from the start, wasn't it? It would have saved them time, and effort, and injury. Yet he just looked at her with condemnation; appalled. Woe was Rhailo, glancing away so she wouldn't wear the burden of his judgement. Not now. Not at her weakest.
"Please..." She began softly, but the idea soon fell to the wayside. So stubborn he was, so assumptive. Rhailo did her best to sigh, chest fluttering through the attempt, but it was a ragged sound. Rattled. "Yes. Okay. I belong to you." The hands that had touched his offending arm so gently fell back to the bed, complacently resting on either side of the Auroun. He always used her full name, and she didn't understand why. Rhailo would have been just as fine to use. Rhai was what her friends called her. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy hearing her full name, but in the way he spoke to her, it was always disapproving. Like, to him, it was an insult, as much as the string of insults he had fed her through his warning were. Brows found themselves tight as they bunched towards her forehead, knotted in anguish as her head slumped.
Now with her chin on his hand, still forced to be seated, the woman cried. Soft sounds, broken sounds. The sort of sounds one expects from loss. They reflected more than she had bothered to share through words, and the hurt hung in the air like a rising plume of smoke. For all intents and purposes, she was his; this made her scared. Beyond scared, with Demagol the woman felt alone. Whether it be because he couldn't understand, or simply didn't have the patience, she didn't know. Neither of them wanted to speak in any civilized fashion, and after his last commentary, she may never say another word to him again. The line was drawn and she toed it, shivering where she stood in the sand. All it took was a strong tide, and the Auroun would be swallowed up by the sea.
Even now, she just wanted to sleep. He couldn't know this sort of exhaustion. She bent time and space-- She created new life forms with her own stores of energy. Now she needed to sleep and he pushed her. Again and again. Over and over. It was too much.
But it came back now in a small way. The look in those deep blues made it impossible to shake. Rhailo reached up her hands to take his arm, but the digits weren't tight. They didn't seem like they wished to pull him away. The nails didn't bite down into his exposed flesh, nor did they scratch and scrape against the hair in wild attempts to divert his attention. Just a feather light resting, their pads twitching absently against the muscles where they tensed. Her lips gaped slightly when the pressure was changed, when he was trying to force the air from her lungs-- But, even in that moment of gut wrenching horror, Rhailo didn't harm him. She didn't even think about it, just like she had never attempted to harm him at any point in their evening together.
in the dim of the room, the flecks of sparkled light embedded in her physique were noticeable. A peculiar glow to a woman he knew nothing of. At this rate, would never know anything about. Demagol spoke of a great many things, but he never said anything she would see the way he saw it. At times, the Auroun almost felt pity for the male, as he thought so considerably low of himself that he couldn't consider saving her as anything more than a mercy on his part. Pity. Paired with an idea that, somehow, there was potential for her. Why hadn't he just said these things to her? Unable to continue meeting the eyes of her assailant, Rhailo shut her lids while her face bore the signs of discomfort. Not from the choke hold-- she would live through this, as she had times before. No, it was how every distant hope she may have had for Demagol seemed chipped, pieces scattering with the winds.
And then she was lowered, settled on the pillows so she could breath again. A gasp followed, a quick one that hurt to make, but the Auroun would take what was given. Even while his hand continued to keep her from straying. Especially then. So her back met the headboard and long legs were stretched out of the bed, her body still bare and her oculars reopening to see him. To try and see through him. This wasn't him, it couldn't be. Something about him was off, and she knew beneath the layers of anger and frustration, she could learn. Demagol just had to tell her. That's all he had to do from the start, wasn't it? It would have saved them time, and effort, and injury. Yet he just looked at her with condemnation; appalled. Woe was Rhailo, glancing away so she wouldn't wear the burden of his judgement. Not now. Not at her weakest.
"Please..." She began softly, but the idea soon fell to the wayside. So stubborn he was, so assumptive. Rhailo did her best to sigh, chest fluttering through the attempt, but it was a ragged sound. Rattled. "Yes. Okay. I belong to you." The hands that had touched his offending arm so gently fell back to the bed, complacently resting on either side of the Auroun. He always used her full name, and she didn't understand why. Rhailo would have been just as fine to use. Rhai was what her friends called her. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy hearing her full name, but in the way he spoke to her, it was always disapproving. Like, to him, it was an insult, as much as the string of insults he had fed her through his warning were. Brows found themselves tight as they bunched towards her forehead, knotted in anguish as her head slumped.
Now with her chin on his hand, still forced to be seated, the woman cried. Soft sounds, broken sounds. The sort of sounds one expects from loss. They reflected more than she had bothered to share through words, and the hurt hung in the air like a rising plume of smoke. For all intents and purposes, she was his; this made her scared. Beyond scared, with Demagol the woman felt alone. Whether it be because he couldn't understand, or simply didn't have the patience, she didn't know. Neither of them wanted to speak in any civilized fashion, and after his last commentary, she may never say another word to him again. The line was drawn and she toed it, shivering where she stood in the sand. All it took was a strong tide, and the Auroun would be swallowed up by the sea.
Even now, she just wanted to sleep. He couldn't know this sort of exhaustion. She bent time and space-- She created new life forms with her own stores of energy. Now she needed to sleep and he pushed her. Again and again. Over and over. It was too much.
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