Cohabitation [LE1, Closed]

[Juri Saizesh]

"Well... not easily brought back." She chuckled at that. And then the sensation of his forehead to hers. Both her hands moved, holding his cheeks, slowly moving down his neck, to then rest on his broad shoulders.

The moment was both everlasting and all too short.

"Right... we can't let it burn. Especially since I've always enjoyed how you cure your game." She smiled at him.

[Daunt]

He took a large knife, squatted and began the portioning, cutting off wide slices onto a metal tray with aptitude that produced comparable thickness and let the excess fat drip off. The herbs he had stuffed in released their aroma, mixing with the ferric scent of rare meat, illuminated by the fire with deep orange on the succulent sheen. He then took the tray to their small table, where a starchy fruit salad from nearby plantations and some assorted greens waited to be added to the protein bomb. "It's served, Juri."

[Juri Saizesh]

She approached the table, a hand across his back as she walked around the table, before taking her seat. She breathed in the aroma deeply, finding herself quite calmed by everything.

"A meal with you is always blessed, Daunt. Blessed be." She looked to the Zabrak, her eyes catching the dim light and sparkling slightly.

[Daunt]

"I suppose it's a good thing, Juri. Eat up, please. You can't run on being blessed alone." He smirked. "I am just taking care of your carnivorous instincts. Sometimes I feel that if I weren't around you'd long have switched to roots and berries."

[Juri Saizesh]

She broke into a laugh. "Now that's something you wouldn't ever have to worry about. I might not be the most skill huntress. But I am still Dathomiri. Hunting game is in our blood. You know this." She still laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

But without further prompted, she joined him in consuming the theta-deer. The succulence of the meat making her eyes flutter with the pleasure of eating.

[Daunt]

He gave them both a fair time without too much talk so that the first hunger could be sated. Also, the next thought on his mind wasn't as joyful.

"It's still quite confusing what it means to be a Dathomiri off Dathomir. Our home conditions a way of living that is not easily recreated here."

[Juri Saizesh]

"It is up to us to keep it alive. Our harsh upbringing. The fierceness of the laws of nature an survival." She set the utensil down, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"You've done excellent in having the lodge here. We can hunt, we can fish. Plenty of wide open space. And we can travel easily." She grinned, leaning forwards.

"And we have solitude when we want it."

[Daunt]

He nodded. "I need all those things. But it's also very easy for those things to be taken away here." He paused, thoughtful. "This lodge is a pleasant illusion. I think our dreams are more real than this, because they aren't from here; they're exiles, like us." He nevertheless rose to meet her by the table. "And I feel daylight may catch up to them soon."

[Juri Saizesh]

"One day. I would like to return to Dathomir. When it doesn't hurt so much." She replied, standing from her seat as he drew close. Even as physically imposing as he was, he never made her feel small.

She gave him a sly look. "Daunt. I am a Nightsister of Dathomir. We make illusions real."

[Daunt]

"Do you now?" He teased. "I remember hauling all the logs that came into this lodge, and all the meat for the dinner."

It was a cover for a more pensive thought. "I'd like to return too. Some answers are only there. Because of the gap, mild childhood feels as if it belonged to someone else, a real illusion, something imprinted. I'd like to reassert that, look into Viscus' face... all that."

[Juri Saizesh]

"One day, we will. The crimson forests, the great steppes. It is beautiful in its savagery." A hand traced lines over his chest, up to his shoulders. Her head tilted slightly, regarding him.

"Whatever help I can offer in breaking that illusion, in finding the truth you seek."

[Daunt]

He touched the talisman on his chest, then cupped her mandible. "You know more about such things than I..."

[Juri Saizesh]

There was a moment where his finger caressed the soft point of her jaw, lips parted ever so faintly, the slight catch of pearly white teeth. She didn't melt into him, no. But she did step into his form, both hands pressed against his chest.

"Knowledge I can find and learn. And give freely." She looked up, moving to her tip toes, before lips gently kissed at his jaw. "I can teach you."

[Daunt]

He let her, tilting his head slightly and exhaling more audibly, with some part of him relaxing, another tensing. His fingers moved to climb along her earlobe, on a climb to the fragrant hair. "I'll take your teachings. I know I have a lot to learn."

[Juri Saizesh]

"I'm just as much a student. The more one learns, the more you find out you don't know." Her lips were barely away from his jaw, as she let him carry more of her weight as she leaned into the Zabrak.

"It is a journey, freely taken and given. We will learn together, Daunt."

[Daunt]

"You've described me. The more I get, the less I know." He chuckled, and then finally succumbed to instinct and claimed her lips with his, albeit quite gently, while his grip lifted her up. "But together even being ignorant sounds appealing."

[Juri Saizesh]

She returned instinct with instinct, pressing into the claimed kiss with ferocity. Her eyes closed as he hands came and caressed at the base of Daunt's skull. She was not eager to pull away, a little sound of delight muffled into the Zabrak's lips.

When he spoke, she smiled widely.

It had started with simply wanting to escape the Nightmares. Now, there was more. Maybe it was the desire to keep traditions of home alive, but that was cold and clinical.

No.

It was far more than that.

"Together, everything is appealing." She whispered, before this time being the instigator, pulling herself up to steal his lips.

[Daunt]

"Everything?" He teased with a soft murmur in the wake of the kiss. "Show me the else then."

[Juri Saizesh]

She grinned at him, pulling away, but not releasing his hand. There was a certain insistence as she began to guide him, away from the living area, towards the inner sanctum. Reaching the threshold, she tilted her head, giving him a devious look, the flickering of the fire in the living room casting long shadows across them, as her hand moved to the fastenings of her tunic

"Everything, and more..." and as a button was undone, everything...

/ftb