Tan'yill Vizsla
I like rough edges...
T A G:
Aloy Vizsla
,
Shai Maji
Hearing the click and clack from her partners new cybernetic leg made her both sad and vengeful, the vengefulness being slightly put to the side because of, or rather thanks to, their emotional conversation from before. What kind of a passenger would she be if she was all fired up because of that, anyway? Besides, Red seemed to take it pretty well and maybe already had conformed with the fact.
Blue thought of that fateful trip to Felucia. A trip that had begun with two bounty hunters, or rather one bounty hunter and a smuggler or mercenary, whatever you liked to call it, working together and aiming some big credits. Two equal misfits scraping on the surface of something new, not realy knowing what would be uncovered. A contract that ultimately failed, but what came out of it was so much more valuable. That night in the cavern, laying herself to rest with the head in Aloy's lap and the redheaded mandalorian stroking her lekku, the feeling of security and reliance was as big as ever. That spark of care and affection that was ignited back then was the sign of something more than just a professional relationship, and in one swift stroke it had exploded when she saw Red fall by the hands of the rancor.
Leaning with the back against the wall opposite the doorway to Shai's quarters, her hazel eyes silently observed the shistavanen desperately trying to find a better place for all her stuff. That room was a mess, alright. Shai seemed like the girl that would ask for help if she wanted it, or better yet order you to do it, so Blue kept herself from asking. The shistavanen might not have been comfortable with a stranger picking through her stuff, anyway. A faint smile spread on her lips as the sight was pretty funny.
"So... I was right... You look kickass in the armor. Kinda sounds like you want it off, But I know you look equally kickass without it."
Aloy's statement got her smile to grow and gaze to wander over to her beloved partner in crime.
''Is that so...?'' Tan said slightly flattered and threw a glance down to the floor before looking up again, meeting those pale blue orbs.
''You don't look half as bad, yourself...'' she continued and gave the mandalorian a casual check-out. The cybernetic leg didn't matter at all. Aloy being her newly taken name, she was still Red and what she possessed inside was something she had lost hope of encounter ever more. Their dynamics and that they had gone through was indeed special. What was even more special, was the offer that was about to pass those beautiful pink lips. Blue's gaze hit the floor again as she thought of it.
Settle down? Now, that was an offer of serious proportions. Last time she settled down was on Corellia, but those were different times in a different life. The fact that Aloy brought it up after their conversation in the cockpit... Well, her wishes for the future could not be more clear. Blue lifted her head again and locked gazes with Red.
''Kark you're special, Aloy... I mean it.'' she said honestly. Kark, she felt strange but... good. Truly good.
''If that's what you want...'' Tan said and pushed herself from the wall, taking the few steps towards the doorway and ended up in front and beside of Aloy. ''... I'm more than glad to accept that offer.'' she said in a lower tone, a hand leaving her belt and landed on the beskar clad stomach of Aloy, searching itself around her side.
That was when Shai exited her slightly more tidy room, revealing the night's menu.
"I'll make some hotdogs for lunch. Room's sorted so that's out of the way."
"In the meantime, what say you two we break open that Tihaar?"
''I thought you said it was for a special occasion?'' Tan called after the shistavanen eager to begin cooking. She would not lie, hotdogs sounded great.
''Come on... I'm not gonna cuddle with your beskar all night, hot stuff.'' she said with a chuckle and a mischievous smile to Aloy, before she took her hand and pulled her along.
''Mind if we change first, Shai? We'll not be long! I promise!'' Tan again called after the ships owner, pilot and cook.