[font=arial" size="1] Demagol’s natural demeanor might have come off as a very coldhearted one as he turned around and reached upward, sliding the curtains closed so that nobody could see inside of the room from outside. For the most part this was for security purposes. The Mandalorian did have plans, but they would obviously be altered. He didn’t say a word toward the female’s multiple questions and feverish rambling until he was certain that she was done speaking. He didn’t care for her teasing or empty compliments. It was all a facade, a lie, or at least that’s what he had convinced himself. In a vain attempt he tried to concoct an immediate solution to the circumstances at hand.
It was almost frustrating. This wasn’t the easy route, why had he chosen it? Why did he even give her the ability to think for herself? Her life was in his hands completely, so why did he give her that freedom? Whispers tugged at the edge of his mind, lecturing him that she would attempt to take advantage of him. It was probably right, especially due to her nature. She’d do everything within her power to escape him and get free. Even if he eventually tracked her back down it would be a tedious process. But yet, a more foolish side of him wanted to trust this poor, lonely female. But why? He placed his hands on the wall in front of himself and hung his head for a moment, closing his eyes. He had to keep her alive now. There was no other option.
“Because I am selfish, weak, and trust you for some unexplainable reason.” There was obvious distaste in the Mandalorian’s mouth, but it derived not from Rhailo, but from his own heart. He felt it beat too strong for its own good. He pushed off of the wall and turned so that he was sideways to the female. A few inaudible mumbles passed his lips as he undid his bracers and placed them on either side of his helmet. Underneath, the exposed flesh had small temporary indentations from the armor being pressed against it constantly. There were marks, a few scars, but nothing too big. A few tattoos crawled their way up toward his shoulders on either arm. For the first time that entire day, he felt flesh with flesh. More than just mechanization, more than a cold, calculated shell. But warm, vulnerable flesh. He forced the grimace away from his expression as he looked to the female cuddled up with the blankets as if they were her final lifeline.
“You’ve done much bad in your life, but so have I. The difference between us is that you acted upon your own desires, whereas I acted upon others’. It doesn’t justify it. Not really. But my way seems to work for me better.” A sigh passed his lips. Then he looked directly at the female with his hand still clutched with the other.
“I cannot give you a perfect understanding of why I do the things I do. For the most part, it is for money. That is it. But this time, I have acted out of emotion. But why? Why should I trust you? Why do you deserve a remote shred of my trust? Why should I even give you a chance? There are many questions I’d like to ask as well. But I keep them in my head, because sometimes it is better to find out the answers for yourself.” The water which initially covered Demagol’s armored suit had begun to leave its final traces, the armor drying off. In this newfound view one could really see the wear and tear on probably the only thing that kept Demagol alive other than his wits. Buffed out scorch marks. Scratches. Gashes. Chips and shards. It became obvious he had been doing this for a long time. In some places, under scrutiny one could see more markings. It was Mandalorian writ again, names. It couldn’t be explained right now, but it had its purpose.
A few steps closer bring the Mandalorian within arm’s reach of Rhailo, but he does not reach out. There’s a coldness about him. Distrust. “Have I been aiming to buy you this entire time? No. In actuality the reason I am buying you is because it is the only option. But if I were to pay you off and then let you go, the S'zari would eventually find you. More importantly, they would find you without me. That would bite both of us in the ass.” He took a step back and turned himself again, beginning that slow and tedious process to take his chest piece off. Hands carefully undid fastenings and locking mechanisms. While he did such, he spoke. “What do I want from you? Cooperation. That’s what I’ve wanted from the very beginning. It is why I did not ever aim my gun at you.” A few clicks and the chest piece separated itself, being lifted above the Mandalorian’s head so he could place it at the foot of the nightstand near the bed. A muscled torso is revealed, though it is covered with a slightly wrinkled, skin-tight, black elastic material. The sleeves stopped at his shoulders like a cut-off. It seemed like a healthy medium of a physique. Not too big, but not too small.
“Ah, but yet. You don’t trust me. You don’t have any good reason to. But you have to trust me. Just like I have to trust you. Neither of us enjoy the concept, but that is how it is.” Demagol began to pace back and forth at the foot of the bed, his eyes looking up to meet the female’s bright optics every now and again. “I was perfectly aware you wouldn’t choose the S'zari. Nobody would choose to go with someone who is willing to pay for their hunt. It doesn’t make sense. Take it as you will. I don’t care.” He stopped and looked at Rhailo, his brows slightly furrowed. “What do I get out of this? Certainly not credits. Certainly not a clean mission. I get you. You’re skilled. I can see it. Maybe here in these slums you haven’t honed yourself.” A flashback of a mission long past flickered through Demagol’s mind before he spoke again. “But believe me when I say this. I know what you are ultimately capable of, and I value it.” In all honesty, it was the truth. The female had abilities which could help Demagol quite a bit. If all went the way he desired, he would have plans for her. They would not be as restricting as she may think.
The weather had died down outside, leaving the couple to be bewitched by silence whenever one of them wasn’t speaking. In some aspects it was peaceful, but in others, chaotic. Silence had a way of affecting everything. The Mandalorian didn’t gawk over the female’s body like many others that night had. No doubt he was attracted to her, but he was of sound mind. She was desirable, but in more ways than just the comforts her body would possess. “Is this a setup? No. This a decision. An innovation. I have no reason to set you up when you are already under my control.” Even then, Demagol was continuing to remove all of the armor from his body. Why was he doing this? Maybe he was tired. Maybe he just wanted to feel human again. The lack of weight which came with taking the armor off was pleasant. But yet here he was, literally undressing himself in front of the female. He didn’t seem to care, and sooner rather than later he was standing in that comfortable, elastic material, covering him from his knees up to his shoulders. A hand reached upward and fingers combed through that black hair, as if trying to push the matted texture back into that combover look.
“Stay with me, and you will be safe. At least as safe as I can make you. Undoubtedly I have heat on me while we linger here on this planet, but the two of us aren’t a chief concern right now. A war is starting. They will turn their attention to us much later. You’ve seen my capabilities, so do not doubt me. Do not try to run, you won’t make it far.” Regardless of how bold it was, he sat upon the edge of the bed with one of his palms flattened upon the surface. When he looked at Rhailo, he did so directly, eyes peering into eyes.
“Stay with me and I will get you off of this scum-infested planet for good.”
It was almost frustrating. This wasn’t the easy route, why had he chosen it? Why did he even give her the ability to think for herself? Her life was in his hands completely, so why did he give her that freedom? Whispers tugged at the edge of his mind, lecturing him that she would attempt to take advantage of him. It was probably right, especially due to her nature. She’d do everything within her power to escape him and get free. Even if he eventually tracked her back down it would be a tedious process. But yet, a more foolish side of him wanted to trust this poor, lonely female. But why? He placed his hands on the wall in front of himself and hung his head for a moment, closing his eyes. He had to keep her alive now. There was no other option.
“Because I am selfish, weak, and trust you for some unexplainable reason.” There was obvious distaste in the Mandalorian’s mouth, but it derived not from Rhailo, but from his own heart. He felt it beat too strong for its own good. He pushed off of the wall and turned so that he was sideways to the female. A few inaudible mumbles passed his lips as he undid his bracers and placed them on either side of his helmet. Underneath, the exposed flesh had small temporary indentations from the armor being pressed against it constantly. There were marks, a few scars, but nothing too big. A few tattoos crawled their way up toward his shoulders on either arm. For the first time that entire day, he felt flesh with flesh. More than just mechanization, more than a cold, calculated shell. But warm, vulnerable flesh. He forced the grimace away from his expression as he looked to the female cuddled up with the blankets as if they were her final lifeline.
“You’ve done much bad in your life, but so have I. The difference between us is that you acted upon your own desires, whereas I acted upon others’. It doesn’t justify it. Not really. But my way seems to work for me better.” A sigh passed his lips. Then he looked directly at the female with his hand still clutched with the other.
“I cannot give you a perfect understanding of why I do the things I do. For the most part, it is for money. That is it. But this time, I have acted out of emotion. But why? Why should I trust you? Why do you deserve a remote shred of my trust? Why should I even give you a chance? There are many questions I’d like to ask as well. But I keep them in my head, because sometimes it is better to find out the answers for yourself.” The water which initially covered Demagol’s armored suit had begun to leave its final traces, the armor drying off. In this newfound view one could really see the wear and tear on probably the only thing that kept Demagol alive other than his wits. Buffed out scorch marks. Scratches. Gashes. Chips and shards. It became obvious he had been doing this for a long time. In some places, under scrutiny one could see more markings. It was Mandalorian writ again, names. It couldn’t be explained right now, but it had its purpose.
A few steps closer bring the Mandalorian within arm’s reach of Rhailo, but he does not reach out. There’s a coldness about him. Distrust. “Have I been aiming to buy you this entire time? No. In actuality the reason I am buying you is because it is the only option. But if I were to pay you off and then let you go, the S'zari would eventually find you. More importantly, they would find you without me. That would bite both of us in the ass.” He took a step back and turned himself again, beginning that slow and tedious process to take his chest piece off. Hands carefully undid fastenings and locking mechanisms. While he did such, he spoke. “What do I want from you? Cooperation. That’s what I’ve wanted from the very beginning. It is why I did not ever aim my gun at you.” A few clicks and the chest piece separated itself, being lifted above the Mandalorian’s head so he could place it at the foot of the nightstand near the bed. A muscled torso is revealed, though it is covered with a slightly wrinkled, skin-tight, black elastic material. The sleeves stopped at his shoulders like a cut-off. It seemed like a healthy medium of a physique. Not too big, but not too small.
“Ah, but yet. You don’t trust me. You don’t have any good reason to. But you have to trust me. Just like I have to trust you. Neither of us enjoy the concept, but that is how it is.” Demagol began to pace back and forth at the foot of the bed, his eyes looking up to meet the female’s bright optics every now and again. “I was perfectly aware you wouldn’t choose the S'zari. Nobody would choose to go with someone who is willing to pay for their hunt. It doesn’t make sense. Take it as you will. I don’t care.” He stopped and looked at Rhailo, his brows slightly furrowed. “What do I get out of this? Certainly not credits. Certainly not a clean mission. I get you. You’re skilled. I can see it. Maybe here in these slums you haven’t honed yourself.” A flashback of a mission long past flickered through Demagol’s mind before he spoke again. “But believe me when I say this. I know what you are ultimately capable of, and I value it.” In all honesty, it was the truth. The female had abilities which could help Demagol quite a bit. If all went the way he desired, he would have plans for her. They would not be as restricting as she may think.
The weather had died down outside, leaving the couple to be bewitched by silence whenever one of them wasn’t speaking. In some aspects it was peaceful, but in others, chaotic. Silence had a way of affecting everything. The Mandalorian didn’t gawk over the female’s body like many others that night had. No doubt he was attracted to her, but he was of sound mind. She was desirable, but in more ways than just the comforts her body would possess. “Is this a setup? No. This a decision. An innovation. I have no reason to set you up when you are already under my control.” Even then, Demagol was continuing to remove all of the armor from his body. Why was he doing this? Maybe he was tired. Maybe he just wanted to feel human again. The lack of weight which came with taking the armor off was pleasant. But yet here he was, literally undressing himself in front of the female. He didn’t seem to care, and sooner rather than later he was standing in that comfortable, elastic material, covering him from his knees up to his shoulders. A hand reached upward and fingers combed through that black hair, as if trying to push the matted texture back into that combover look.
“Stay with me, and you will be safe. At least as safe as I can make you. Undoubtedly I have heat on me while we linger here on this planet, but the two of us aren’t a chief concern right now. A war is starting. They will turn their attention to us much later. You’ve seen my capabilities, so do not doubt me. Do not try to run, you won’t make it far.” Regardless of how bold it was, he sat upon the edge of the bed with one of his palms flattened upon the surface. When he looked at Rhailo, he did so directly, eyes peering into eyes.
“Stay with me and I will get you off of this scum-infested planet for good.”
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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