[font=arial" size="1] Those little whispers Rhailo spoke were entirely unexpected on Demagol’s part, but he listened to them with great attention. He wasn’t even sure if the female had even heard what he said at first, but internally he was glad she did. The words that followed in response weren’t rejected with skepticism, but accepted. She seemed to speak more and more, and with every sentence that left those sweet, luscious lips of hers the Mandalorian grew more tired. Eyelids became heavy. That rain soothingly put a null to the bothersome encompassing thoughts which echoed in his mind. Muscles relaxed, his strong heart beating a steady thrum. There was a sudden heaviness that blanketed Demagol, beckoning him to let go of everything that tethered him to the world of the conscious, and slip into slumber. Just before he did, numb lips whispered, “Good… good..” That was it, sleep had claimed him. Despite his large stature Demagol slept completely silently, save for the little exhales that left his nose. Perhaps the two of them could work something out, something good, something redeeming. Those thoughts hung around in the corners of his mind like spiderwebs.
It had been more than 24 hours since the last time Demagol slept. Sometimes he didn’t even know how he did it anymore. So much on so little. To be honest, he put his body through more levels of Hell than one. It almost made him feel as if he took it for granted, though everything was a result of his discipline and hard work. It worked so tirelessly to keep him alive. But an accumulation of scars and battle signs made him look less than grateful, maybe even undeserving. Such a silly concept, no? To feel sorry for oneself, but not directly correlate yourself with such in the first place? It was confusing at a distance, but when one got down to the nitty gritty it made sense. From the pompous rich slobs who ate their weight in food every day to the battle-hardened soldiers and mercenaries who used their killer instincts to make ends meet. It was all the same. Abuse of some sort, just of body instead of mind. Peace, in itself, was a different story. Sleep was peaceful, at least for the most part. It was a darkness for him, and days of the past rarely haunted him anymore. This pitch blackness that didn’t harbor the ability for him to manifest demons and monsters from his imagination. In the most bone-chilling of circumstances, the entity would have been a mirror. Such horrors could not be allowed to blossom. He forced that out of him. If he didn’t he would never be allowed to sleep in the first place. There was just too much, even before the days he picked this ludicrous job up.
Such peace was short-lived.
That howl did much more than simply wake Demagol up. It activated his instincts on a killer level. No sooner than half the cry had exited the female’s terrified lips was Demagol whirled out of the bed in a readied defensive stance, kal in hand. The small blade was held in a reverse grip. More than likely he had produced it from underneath the pillow, having placed it there when the female wasn’t paying attention. You could never be too careful, even if the female wasn’t a threat. The Mandalorian’s heart was thrashing noisily beneath that strong chest of his, every muscle in his body poised and ready for whatever immediate threat there was..but there was none. A moment of confusion passed and Demagol’s muscles loosened up only slightly, his attention sweeping around the room just to make sure there was nothing invading their space occupied by force. Where was it? Was something there? Why did she sc-.. It dawned upon him. She had a nightmare. Something so simple had caused him to overreact in probably the most foolish of ways. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help it. The way his body moved in response to such a thing. His death had been met so closely when he was sleeping many times, it was only natural for his nerves to be prepared for the worst at all times.
Such a thing was almost depressing. Demagol couldn’t even sleep with ease, living as if everything in the world wanted to kill him. Maybe it did. But enough of that, he had to snap out of this battle-ready stance. He gave Rhailo a look, a glance. It was painted with concern, concern she probably had no idea the Mandalorian possessed. It was even somewhat unrecognizable by his own perception. A breath came inward deeply and left in a smooth exhale, Demagol calming himself down forcibly. Every time it seemed there was a chance for her to see another side of him that animal returned. It was like a core creature, one he couldn’t escape. He tucked the knife against his forearm and made his way back to the bed, placing the knife on the nightstand out in the open. What he did next probably surprised him just as much as it did Rhailo.
No words were spoken, but Demagol slid himself back underneath the covers and tried so desperately to ignore his little escapade had occurred. Instead, he was focused on Rhailo, completely. Questions tugged at his mind selfishly, as he internally wanted to know so much. What was it about? Why? He discarded them and took matters into his own hands. Or perhaps, his arm, as he slid the strong appendage underneath the female and coiled it around her frail, voluptuous body. Thereafter he curled his arm back toward himself until the female was inevitably resting against himself. Did he have the right to do such a thing? It didn’t matter to him right now, he was doing it. As bewildered as the female would have been from such a turn in cares, she would have to accept it as well. The arm wouldn’t let her go from him. Maybe it was a subconscious way for him to say she wasn’t alone afterall. He was there now, and even if it was by force, he would demonstrate his care for her. The feel of that soft flesh pressed against his. The merging of warmths. Demagol undoubtedly produced more, and so would share more with her.
The covers were a mess, twirled and unkempt because of how the two had been startled. Demagol’s opposing arm reached over the both of them and grasped upon the covers, flicking his wrist. Like a wave the covers rippled outward and straightened back out, while also drawing some of the room’s cold air underneath the blanket with the duo. The cold sensation only lasted for a moment before their bodies replaced it with succulent warmth. This arm of his held Rhailo in a manner that said he cared for her more than just as a piece of property, but as a living, breathing thing. To top it off, those oceanic eyes even looked upon the female to make sure she was okay. What was this warmth he felt from his heart? It wasn’t the same as rage, but felt even stronger. He found it resonated from her. Oh how he aimed to learn more about her, and himself.
It had been more than 24 hours since the last time Demagol slept. Sometimes he didn’t even know how he did it anymore. So much on so little. To be honest, he put his body through more levels of Hell than one. It almost made him feel as if he took it for granted, though everything was a result of his discipline and hard work. It worked so tirelessly to keep him alive. But an accumulation of scars and battle signs made him look less than grateful, maybe even undeserving. Such a silly concept, no? To feel sorry for oneself, but not directly correlate yourself with such in the first place? It was confusing at a distance, but when one got down to the nitty gritty it made sense. From the pompous rich slobs who ate their weight in food every day to the battle-hardened soldiers and mercenaries who used their killer instincts to make ends meet. It was all the same. Abuse of some sort, just of body instead of mind. Peace, in itself, was a different story. Sleep was peaceful, at least for the most part. It was a darkness for him, and days of the past rarely haunted him anymore. This pitch blackness that didn’t harbor the ability for him to manifest demons and monsters from his imagination. In the most bone-chilling of circumstances, the entity would have been a mirror. Such horrors could not be allowed to blossom. He forced that out of him. If he didn’t he would never be allowed to sleep in the first place. There was just too much, even before the days he picked this ludicrous job up.
Such peace was short-lived.
That howl did much more than simply wake Demagol up. It activated his instincts on a killer level. No sooner than half the cry had exited the female’s terrified lips was Demagol whirled out of the bed in a readied defensive stance, kal in hand. The small blade was held in a reverse grip. More than likely he had produced it from underneath the pillow, having placed it there when the female wasn’t paying attention. You could never be too careful, even if the female wasn’t a threat. The Mandalorian’s heart was thrashing noisily beneath that strong chest of his, every muscle in his body poised and ready for whatever immediate threat there was..but there was none. A moment of confusion passed and Demagol’s muscles loosened up only slightly, his attention sweeping around the room just to make sure there was nothing invading their space occupied by force. Where was it? Was something there? Why did she sc-.. It dawned upon him. She had a nightmare. Something so simple had caused him to overreact in probably the most foolish of ways. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help it. The way his body moved in response to such a thing. His death had been met so closely when he was sleeping many times, it was only natural for his nerves to be prepared for the worst at all times.
Such a thing was almost depressing. Demagol couldn’t even sleep with ease, living as if everything in the world wanted to kill him. Maybe it did. But enough of that, he had to snap out of this battle-ready stance. He gave Rhailo a look, a glance. It was painted with concern, concern she probably had no idea the Mandalorian possessed. It was even somewhat unrecognizable by his own perception. A breath came inward deeply and left in a smooth exhale, Demagol calming himself down forcibly. Every time it seemed there was a chance for her to see another side of him that animal returned. It was like a core creature, one he couldn’t escape. He tucked the knife against his forearm and made his way back to the bed, placing the knife on the nightstand out in the open. What he did next probably surprised him just as much as it did Rhailo.
No words were spoken, but Demagol slid himself back underneath the covers and tried so desperately to ignore his little escapade had occurred. Instead, he was focused on Rhailo, completely. Questions tugged at his mind selfishly, as he internally wanted to know so much. What was it about? Why? He discarded them and took matters into his own hands. Or perhaps, his arm, as he slid the strong appendage underneath the female and coiled it around her frail, voluptuous body. Thereafter he curled his arm back toward himself until the female was inevitably resting against himself. Did he have the right to do such a thing? It didn’t matter to him right now, he was doing it. As bewildered as the female would have been from such a turn in cares, she would have to accept it as well. The arm wouldn’t let her go from him. Maybe it was a subconscious way for him to say she wasn’t alone afterall. He was there now, and even if it was by force, he would demonstrate his care for her. The feel of that soft flesh pressed against his. The merging of warmths. Demagol undoubtedly produced more, and so would share more with her.
The covers were a mess, twirled and unkempt because of how the two had been startled. Demagol’s opposing arm reached over the both of them and grasped upon the covers, flicking his wrist. Like a wave the covers rippled outward and straightened back out, while also drawing some of the room’s cold air underneath the blanket with the duo. The cold sensation only lasted for a moment before their bodies replaced it with succulent warmth. This arm of his held Rhailo in a manner that said he cared for her more than just as a piece of property, but as a living, breathing thing. To top it off, those oceanic eyes even looked upon the female to make sure she was okay. What was this warmth he felt from his heart? It wasn’t the same as rage, but felt even stronger. He found it resonated from her. Oh how he aimed to learn more about her, and himself.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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