From dim to dark, the room showed a sort of dread in the time it took Demagol finally to release her. Rhailo's body immediately slumped, unable to stop itself from sliding back into the pillows and the partially intact covers so she could do what he asked of her. Just tired. That's all she could think about, even with all those questions buzzing like flies over a carcass. Just sleep. When nothing could be done of their current circumstances, wasn't that the only true answer to unspoken inquiries? Ignore them; ignore the whole mess they had made for themselves. If only for tonight, they could be quiet and introverted, and inevitably, hurt. Physical pain had a way of jarring the woman, but the mental anguish was the real kicker. All that emotion with no release-- her outlets were closed in his custody.
But her Mandalorian commanded she sleep, and for once, she was compliant. No argument, no bitter snark or rude remark. The Auroun sniffled softly where she faced the windows, illuminated gaze flickering projections upon the walls with every blink she made. They danced like shadow silhouettes, these strange shapes her vision created, and if one were to watch their movements, they might make out figures in the mesh. But with the heaviness to her lids, the show came to an abrupt end. Snuffed out so she could chase the possibility of sleep she had flirted with briefly before Demagol's lecture. Her thoughts, as diluted as they happened to be, linger on her companion. Recollections of his taste, of the feel of skin against her finger tips.. Focus on blue eyes that spoke more of his thoughts than he seemed capable at times. Rhailo wanted to believe him a monster, really she did, but his eyes seemed to belie excessive cruelty.
It would just take time to find what drew her to him. Even now, after what had happened.
Maybe in the quiet of their bed, he felt as she did. In some ways, she expected the male was settling on his own thoughts in an attempt make sense of where they were meant to go. He wanted them off Nar Shaddaa, and Rhailo really couldn't protest leaving the planet, given there wasn't a single thing she particularly liked about it. The night life, the pulse of the people, the drug wars, and territory lines... None of it fit what she had envisioned for herself when she was younger. More optimistic. This wasn't her home, and though she had been in the belly of this beast for some years now, she had yet been digested. Her spirit refused to succumb to the landscape being soaked in acid rains, and if they were to part from the city, Rhailo wouldn't shed tears for it.
As it was, the Auroun had roughly 1800 credits, a thong, and one pair of three inch heels to her name. Probably not even her name. Demagol's name. Taking inventory in the dark was interrupted when a now familiar voice cut through like a sharp knife. Even if it seemed like a passing quip, made only to ease tensions the two were struggling not to point out, Rhailo accepted it. Soaked it, more accurately, as it was swallowed through a tired inhale on her part. Beyond crying, it was hard to gauge her emotional level over his apology, but it wasn't frantic. At least there was no elevation to her vitals. Just, perhaps, mild surprise. The Auroun hadn't expected him to say anything of the sort, and she definitely felt like she needed to reply, even if that meant speaking again-- The act she had pretended she could avoid doing ever again. Obviously, Rhailo wasn't very good at keeping her comments to herself.
"I forgive you." Her lips remained parted in that slow panting she was making, inaudible strains for breath through a still tender windpipe. "I shouldn't have said what I did. You have been... Helping me." If one considered trading one slave collar for another helpful, her words were accurate. "I'm just... Trying to cope." As it was, and as it had been, her retorts had been a shield to keep him at bay. With distance, there was no chance he could hurt her, be it with his fists or with his promises. When overwhelmed, Rhailo ran; that was her way. Now that the option wasn't possible, the Auroun was coming to find existing around another to be tedious. Foreign. A sort of exotic one would dabble with, but inevitably claim wasn't of their taste. She had always been alone, and with him, she felt it. If that wasn't punishment enough, she couldn't imagine what more was in store for her.
"I won't fight you anymore. We both know I can't win." A hand lowered to drag the covers higher up her figure, hiding soft curves beneath the nondescript patterns of the hotel linens. "I'm sorry, too." And Rhailo stopped there, because in that time, she thought it seemed forced on her part to say such things, given he was trying to express his own regret. This wasn't the time to apologize to him. Now, it just looked like she was sorry because he had reacted poorly to her, but that wasn't the matter at hand. In retrospect, Rhailo was sorry for lashing out at her only lifeline. Sorry for other things as well, like their impromptu sex. Using her natural appeal to entice him wasn't something the Auroun fully promoted, and had she been in a sounder mindset, such a thing never would have happened.
It was just, collectively, a depressing evening in several regards, and for it, Rhailo felt guilt. Shame. Truly apologetic. Gods, she needed sleep...
Something was wrapping itself around her legs. Suctioned in the invading entity's hold, slippery tendrils dragged her low in the darkness. A sea, perhaps, where the bottom was leagues below her. Floating through murk, she tried her best to struggle, but serpentine appendages continued recoiling towards the bottom, and the woman mouthed screams that she couldn't hear. There was no sound here, no light. Just blind terror and impossible cold. Down she went, lower and lower, until her body met with the obsidian nest of horrors, and suddenly-
Rhailo shot up in the bed with a ragged howl, hands clutching at the covers wildly. Lids blinked back tears, lips quivered, and with a weak whimper, the Auroun realized it was over. She was awake now, breathing coming as shallow inhales she had to count seconds between to keep steady. Features were bowed to meet her grip on the comforter, and the woman buried her frightened visage in the material to muffle whatever discontent she suffered. Some places she wished never to visit again, even in dreams. Anywhere without the light of stars above seemed to breed a sort of anxiety in Rhailo she often considered unbearable. it would ebb away to a recollection within a few moments, but only after it dissipated did she remember where she was, and whom she was with.
Hesitantly, white lighted eyes sought for the figure of the Mandalorian. She hoped he slept through the outburst, but as far as her luck had gone recently, she didn't bank on it.
But her Mandalorian commanded she sleep, and for once, she was compliant. No argument, no bitter snark or rude remark. The Auroun sniffled softly where she faced the windows, illuminated gaze flickering projections upon the walls with every blink she made. They danced like shadow silhouettes, these strange shapes her vision created, and if one were to watch their movements, they might make out figures in the mesh. But with the heaviness to her lids, the show came to an abrupt end. Snuffed out so she could chase the possibility of sleep she had flirted with briefly before Demagol's lecture. Her thoughts, as diluted as they happened to be, linger on her companion. Recollections of his taste, of the feel of skin against her finger tips.. Focus on blue eyes that spoke more of his thoughts than he seemed capable at times. Rhailo wanted to believe him a monster, really she did, but his eyes seemed to belie excessive cruelty.
It would just take time to find what drew her to him. Even now, after what had happened.
Maybe in the quiet of their bed, he felt as she did. In some ways, she expected the male was settling on his own thoughts in an attempt make sense of where they were meant to go. He wanted them off Nar Shaddaa, and Rhailo really couldn't protest leaving the planet, given there wasn't a single thing she particularly liked about it. The night life, the pulse of the people, the drug wars, and territory lines... None of it fit what she had envisioned for herself when she was younger. More optimistic. This wasn't her home, and though she had been in the belly of this beast for some years now, she had yet been digested. Her spirit refused to succumb to the landscape being soaked in acid rains, and if they were to part from the city, Rhailo wouldn't shed tears for it.
As it was, the Auroun had roughly 1800 credits, a thong, and one pair of three inch heels to her name. Probably not even her name. Demagol's name. Taking inventory in the dark was interrupted when a now familiar voice cut through like a sharp knife. Even if it seemed like a passing quip, made only to ease tensions the two were struggling not to point out, Rhailo accepted it. Soaked it, more accurately, as it was swallowed through a tired inhale on her part. Beyond crying, it was hard to gauge her emotional level over his apology, but it wasn't frantic. At least there was no elevation to her vitals. Just, perhaps, mild surprise. The Auroun hadn't expected him to say anything of the sort, and she definitely felt like she needed to reply, even if that meant speaking again-- The act she had pretended she could avoid doing ever again. Obviously, Rhailo wasn't very good at keeping her comments to herself.
"I forgive you." Her lips remained parted in that slow panting she was making, inaudible strains for breath through a still tender windpipe. "I shouldn't have said what I did. You have been... Helping me." If one considered trading one slave collar for another helpful, her words were accurate. "I'm just... Trying to cope." As it was, and as it had been, her retorts had been a shield to keep him at bay. With distance, there was no chance he could hurt her, be it with his fists or with his promises. When overwhelmed, Rhailo ran; that was her way. Now that the option wasn't possible, the Auroun was coming to find existing around another to be tedious. Foreign. A sort of exotic one would dabble with, but inevitably claim wasn't of their taste. She had always been alone, and with him, she felt it. If that wasn't punishment enough, she couldn't imagine what more was in store for her.
"I won't fight you anymore. We both know I can't win." A hand lowered to drag the covers higher up her figure, hiding soft curves beneath the nondescript patterns of the hotel linens. "I'm sorry, too." And Rhailo stopped there, because in that time, she thought it seemed forced on her part to say such things, given he was trying to express his own regret. This wasn't the time to apologize to him. Now, it just looked like she was sorry because he had reacted poorly to her, but that wasn't the matter at hand. In retrospect, Rhailo was sorry for lashing out at her only lifeline. Sorry for other things as well, like their impromptu sex. Using her natural appeal to entice him wasn't something the Auroun fully promoted, and had she been in a sounder mindset, such a thing never would have happened.
It was just, collectively, a depressing evening in several regards, and for it, Rhailo felt guilt. Shame. Truly apologetic. Gods, she needed sleep...
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Something was wrapping itself around her legs. Suctioned in the invading entity's hold, slippery tendrils dragged her low in the darkness. A sea, perhaps, where the bottom was leagues below her. Floating through murk, she tried her best to struggle, but serpentine appendages continued recoiling towards the bottom, and the woman mouthed screams that she couldn't hear. There was no sound here, no light. Just blind terror and impossible cold. Down she went, lower and lower, until her body met with the obsidian nest of horrors, and suddenly-
Rhailo shot up in the bed with a ragged howl, hands clutching at the covers wildly. Lids blinked back tears, lips quivered, and with a weak whimper, the Auroun realized it was over. She was awake now, breathing coming as shallow inhales she had to count seconds between to keep steady. Features were bowed to meet her grip on the comforter, and the woman buried her frightened visage in the material to muffle whatever discontent she suffered. Some places she wished never to visit again, even in dreams. Anywhere without the light of stars above seemed to breed a sort of anxiety in Rhailo she often considered unbearable. it would ebb away to a recollection within a few moments, but only after it dissipated did she remember where she was, and whom she was with.
Hesitantly, white lighted eyes sought for the figure of the Mandalorian. She hoped he slept through the outburst, but as far as her luck had gone recently, she didn't bank on it.
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