After the smoke clears

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

As Scherezade confirms robes as her choice, Hevn drapes her armor over his shoulder and plucks the robes from their place in the closet. He neatly folds them within his arms as she also confirms her wish for her armor to be cleaned. As his guest it was a simple enough request. They’d just escaped a battle after all. She was seemingly grateful for it all, which made it easier for Hevn to continue trying his best to be friendly. Hevn holds the robes with one arm and wraps the other around the woman approaching to embrace him.

Hunger was dictating the direction of things. Naturally so. At her final jest a sly grin sweeps across his lips and through his gaze upon her. “As much as I would please me to keep you right here for myself.....” he finishes with a smile and hands her the robes. Breaking from her hug he strides towards the data pad and engages the comms. “My guest is hungry. Prepare your finest slab of alien meat. I think your tastes will suit hers just fine. A little after bloody.”

Hevn eyes the woman up. The only hunger he has to his name lurking within that mischievous look. He gives a moment of pause in the event she would like to contradict his orders for her meal.

A growl of irritation rumbles through the comms as it is Alpha who replies, “If she’s sticking around she’s got to come draw for cookin’ too Hevn!”

Hevn’s answer to the outburst is a cool and simple one, “The arrangement is short term, I assure you. The lady’s interest is simply getting back to Geonosis.”

Alpha fires back with a bark of incredulous laughter, “HA! I’ll believe that when you two quit rockin’ the damn ship off course. I’m getting motion sickness-“

“Silence. Or it’ll be your tongue on the menu for this afternoon.” That coolness has escalated into a cold firm threat. Perhaps new to Scherezade, but a commonplace aboard the Charon II.

It seemed that was enough to quiet the Shistavanen. Somewhere beyond Hevn’s closed door the pound of the massive wolf’s footsteps can be heard making for the freezer. Hevn observes Sherezade for the moments after speaking, and calmly addresses her. “Excuse my subordinates. There hasn’t been an addition to this crew in nearly a decade and I’m sure the idea of divvying up the work a little excites them. You wish for a tour then?”

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

As much as it would please me.

She should not have blinked again at those words. They should not have taken her by surprise, so shortly after the two had basically spent hours not letting go of one another. He was not lying. She would have been able to taste a lie. And yet the mere fact that someone wished for her company and cherish edit so… It unfooted her. How were you meant to react when after a year and a half of people making it clear just how much they did not want you around, suddenly someone who did showed up, and repeatedly said so?

And then there was the way he looked at her. She could drown in that desire, close her eyes and pretend for stolen moments that this was how it was meant to be, that this was how she was supposed to be treated. Being with Hevn on his ship was a dream. To be somewhere, where she wasn't treated like dirt, where people weren't keeping their distance, where she didn't have to keep her distance in order to protect herself…

As the conversation began over the comm, Scherezade took the robe and put it on, twirling a little bit around herself to get used to the feel of it. She couldn't remember wearing something so loose at any point over the last year, not without combining it with something tight at the same time. This was basically… Like wearing a really big bag. And it was still a wee bit tight around her chesticle area.

While she'd dressed though, she'd been listening to the conversation. Hevn did not sound like a tyrannical overlord; he sounded like their friend. With a slight hierarchical structure, judging by that last bit. To the offer of a tour, she just nodded.

"They sound like fun people," she said genuinely with a warm smile, "If you guys are up for it, I could do the cooking next time. I'm sure there's something I can teach them about game meat anyway, even if they're from a more predatory species."

Scherezade paused, only now realizing she had said next time and not if there is a next time, and then she smiled again. Yeah. Next time.

"Come on," she purred, taking Hevn's hand in her own, "Show me your home."

[member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Hevn made an effort to subdue his amusement. There was the threat of his joy at her expense offending her. After seeing her repeatedly in nothing at all, smothering her even in spider silk seemed like a crime against nature. How perfect a woman, how perfect a form, to hide in such an unflattering manner. She nods to him and to his further amusement offers to cook for the likes of crooks and murderers. He could have melted into a puddle it was so adorable. Such dangerous things treating each other with honey instead of venom. With intimacy and not hostility. This must be absolute madness or an inexplicable miracle.

A deep and coarse chuckle precedes the breath he finally summons for words. Her hand taking his caught him so far off guard that an admitted nervousness seized him and carried his laugh longer. A bold gesture from a woman who asked for no promises. It was a sweeter feeling in his soul than his fingers could fake into believing. It was a sweeter song in his heart to feel the sureness in the squeeze of her palm. Such small things taken for granted by those who receive it frequently. What a treasure to the forsaken and lost. The ones who live in the darkness and so rarely feel the kiss of the sun.

With a gentle grasp of her hand he strides forward. The enormous Shistavanen pounds past before they exit the doorway. A gigantic slab of ribs slung over his shoulder. It reeks only slightly of kill as the ice begins to thaw upon its bloody red mess tangled with bone. Alpha’s golden eyes leer at the pair. They snap up and down examining a robed version of this Scherezade that Hevn was so keen on keeping the company of. The seven foot monstrous wolf kept the generally same visage. Some combination of discomfort and displeasure. Truthfully it was a habit created by exposure to Hevn’s demeanor. It gave Alpha a harsh and threatening look, usually diffused by the things that came out of his mouth.

The Shistavanen’s basic was harsh on the ears although not difficult to discern. “Ribs!” He shouts at them. Of all the things he could have said. That was his declaration to the world. Or so they thought. Hevn guides Scherezade a step further only to hear Alpha utter bitterly into the hallway before him, “I ain’t no damn butler!”

Hevn simply snorts in even further amusement. Alpha’s muttering seemingly a joke to him. “Fun people is a little colorful, but I did select them carefully. As I do everyone I allow in such proximity. So I’d like to agree.” His smirk was aching the untrained muscles trying to uphold it. How long had it been since his cheeks cramped for anything short of the mania that followed a delicious revenge killing?

He leads her towards their left. The first doors they approach open with the wave of his hand. “The garage.” Four speeders were mounted on turbo lifts for deployment at any time he had need. It closes with another wave.

His strides are leisurely and excessively slower than his normal pace. Content to enjoy her company and enjoy the walk with her. They stroll past the engine and equipment rooms without him introducing them. The fact was he didn’t really know what was under the hood of the ship so to speak, nor did he have the knowledge to expand on the matter in any productive way. Hevn had always seen to it that someone with more adequate skills saw to the matters.

“Crew’s quarters.” A wave of Hevn’s hand opens a door beyond the engines to a group of bunks hugging either wall. It would be evident that both Alpha and Claws were seemingly minimalists. The few belongings each had were split to either side of the room under the bottom beds.

He squeezes her hand just a little tighter, a wave of excitement escaping through his finger tips into hers. “The armory,” he purrs almost seductively into the woman’s ear. Something told him she might appreciate the collection. This was the first door of which opening that he would actually lead her into. The room was the biggest in the tour thus far. The walls were back lit with light panels. Virtually one of each kind of melee weapon was somewhere on the wall. Collected from years of wandering the galaxy and discovering how the natives of each planet preferred to annihilate their kin. At about waist level was where the drawers began. The weapons on the wall were quite obvious and so he opens one of the drawers to show off the firearms. Blasters and slug throwers alike. In the center of the room was his work station. Materials for crafting lightsabers, and armor were stashed in compartments while the tools were evenly scattered about the table. Lying wherever he put them during precious use.

It pains him greatly to release her hand for any reason at all. He does so as he places her armor from his shoulder to the table. It was to be cleaned and examined for damages, and this was where that would be done.

“Take a moment to explore if you wish.” The pleasure in his smile is accompanied by the gleaming in his icy blue eyes. It was not entirely pleasure with himself. Or pride. He was so excited to bask in her wonder and share in whatever interest she took in his extensive collection of killing tools.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]