Private Dancing with a Hunter

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Seeing the flushed expression. The colouring filling the cheeks. Eira had her answer before any words were stated. As if she was attempting to test how red the Echani could get, Eira slid her chair closer. Her red, full lips curved perfectly into a curve. "This is a game? I do not intend to play you Alana, at least not with in terms of toying with your attraction to me. That is something childish." Something she had never done, she never gave nothing in return for utter devotion or pulling someone along while giving nothing.

Eira was usually quite a giving partner.

"If I wish to play, it is playing with you. To enjoy one another." She smirked and gave a flirtatious wink.

Watching the anxious moves of Alana's hands as she traced the edge of her jacket. Eira knew that there was likely a lot that Alana had faced. However, Eira knew that if things worked out as she had planned them to do. Then she would ensure there were no barriers. No mental or physical blocks that Alana could not overcome. She wanted this warrior to be everything they could be.

To make sure that Eira could feel even safer in her position as she slowly grew in strength.

"Good. You are smart. Means I don't have to teach you that lesson." Eira stated firmly, "I am asking to see you again because it was not about whether you succeeded or failure. It is about how you decide to improve."

When Eira caught her checking out her lips, Eira licked them slowly, teasingly for Alana. "I want us to train together. I will help you explore the Force as much as I can, teach you what I have learned. You in return can help me out, look after me since I am not exactly a big tough warrior, if I am attacked, having help... a friend having my back is always a nice feeling."

"Though perhaps it is not friendship you wish from me?" Eira looked over to Alana, "what is it you wish from me?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana's gaze flickered between Eira's teasing smile and her own trembling hands as she tried to steady herself. For a long moment, she said nothing, lost in a tangle of conflicting thoughts. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and edged with uncertainty.

"I… I'm not sure what I expected," Alana admitted, the words coming out softer than she intended. "I've always been on my own, never really letting anyone in. But… maybe that's changed." Her eyes dropped to her jacket where her fingers still traced familiar scars and tattoos—symbols of a past she'd fought hard to survive. "I need to learn. To be better than what I was. And if that means training with you… then… I'll do it."

She hesitated, taking a small, steadying breath before meeting Eira's gaze again. "I'm not asking for friendship, exactly. I'm asking for a chance—to learn how to harness this power, since everyone keeps hounding me over it. And… if that means I end up watching your back as much as you'll be watching mine, then maybe… that isn't so bad."

A shy, tentative smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, a rare glimpse of vulnerability behind her hardened exterior. "So… if you're willing to help me find a better path, then I'll take your hand."

Alana's red eyes searched Eira's, as if seeking a promise in the soft, commanding tone. "Let's see where this goes," she murmured, accepting the unspoken invitation with both apprehension and a spark of hope.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira nodded her head, "I will give you the space and time to be yourself and explore what you wish to, but I will also be there when you need someone to either guide you on the path. Or comfort you." She spoke in a soft but still deep voice. There was a lingering grin on her lips but she understood having travelled a path alone for so long that having someone else willing to support you was alien in concept. It was how she had felt when Quinn took over her training.

As Alana locked Eira's gaze, there would be a depth in the red eyes, plenty hidden but there was insight and understanding that Eira did reveal. She then reached forward and took Alana's hands in her own. Attempting to soothe the trembling in them, to demonstrate the approach in how Eira would take. A seemingly kind and gentle touch with Alana. "Good. This is better is it not? Less trembling." Eira's fingers trailed the back of the hands gently as if she was attempting to ease the nervous energy in Alana.

But Eira knew that she was potentially only increasing such energy.

"I am sure you will enjoy the path that we will be taking." There was a grin on Eira's lips, "I know I am currently." Eira gave another wink to the hunter as she continued to caress the hands of the Echani. "Tell me your name, by the way." Eira asked as she had not learned of that yet.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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She let Eira's hands linger over hers, fingers brushing lightly against old scars and fresh wounds alike. The warmth was unfamiliar—not unwelcome, but foreign in a way that made her gut coil with instinct. It bothered her that her hands trembled, though she herself couldn’t pin down why.

Has things been that bad lately?

Her red eyes remained locked on Eira's, studying, measuring. There was something calculated in the woman’s approach, an intentionality that Alana recognized. This wasn't just kindness. It was something else, something more. And yet, she didn't recoil.

"Alana," She said, letting the name settle between them, as if reaffirming it for herself as much as for Eira. No falsehoods, no masks. Just that.

Her fingers curled slightly, testing the weight of Eira's touch. She was playing along, for now. Entertaining this—whatever it was. But caution never left her, the wariness settled deep in her bones. She had made so many bad connections as of late…she wasn’t sure how much trust she could spare.

"We'll see," She murmured, smirk faint but present. "You’re not the first woman who’s tried to snatch me fresh off a hospital bed."

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

"Alana." Eira committed the name to memory as she said it aloud. "Nice name." She gave a smile and a wink to Alana.

She allowed Alana to test the touch, but Eira did not recoil and she continue to caress and soothe the trembles in the warrior's hands. Eira had learned from her Master the importance of touch amongst the Echani. Hearing that she wasn't the first to do this was odd, did Alana often end up in a hospital bed? Did not seem an ideal position to find yourself in regularly as a hunter and potential defender for Eira. Something she would have to take into consideration and ensure that Alana's skills are improved to prevent more incidents of being in the hospital.

"Maybe not the first, but the prettiest, I'm sure." Eira smirked, confident in her own beauty and appearance.

Looking at Alana, "how are you feeling now? Wish me to stop?" Eira asked, letting Alana decide on how long the contact remained and how close she allowed Eira to be with the hunter.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana exhaled through her nose, something like a dry chuckle escaping her. "Cocky, aren't you?" she muttered, though there was no real bite to the words.

She let Eira's hands remain, let the touch smooth over the fine tremors in her fingers, but her posture remained guarded. There was an ease to the woman's presence, a casual confidence that made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. Alana wasn't blind to it. She could recognize a well-played game when she saw one.

Still, she didn't pull away.

Instead, she shifted her grip ever so slightly, just enough to reclaim a fraction of control, a subtle reminder that she wasn't some delicate thing to be handled without care.

"I'm fine," She said, though whether it was truth or just a reflexive answer was debatable. Her fingers twitched once before settling again. "You must be really comfortable, keeping this up."

Her smirk deepened, a flicker of something almost amused in her crimson gaze. She had gone a while without genuinely kind contact being given to her without some sort of overhanging negative to it. Part of her wanted Eira ago stop, but another part of her just enjoyed having a warm hand in her own. "It’s…nice but, eventually you’ll have to stop."

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira shrugged nonchalantly when accused of being cocky, "is it cocky when I am correct?" Eira's gaze was one that knew others considered such an answer as still being cocky but Eira was less sure it was. She never understood why it was cocky to accept one's strengths and to state them clearly. Eira knew she was very attractive, she used her beauty to her advantage.

Her caresses trailed the scars and tattoo lines of Alana, exploring every inch, learning about the different marks and understanding what Alana might have faced without probing thousands of questions and demanding thousands of answers. It was a way to read the ordeals that Alana went through to become the person sat in this medical centre with Eira. To see where they would take the next steps forward.

"Well, your hands tell your story and they are quite lovely hands to touch." Eira mentioned simply, hinting this would not be done for just anyone, whether or not she was manipulating Alana, it was showing that she treated the hunter in a manner not shared to everyone.

Nodding her head, "I guess you are right, I do have to stop at some point. But till then, did you wish to come to my ship? Somewhere more private than here?" Eira offered, not wishing to rush Alana away already but wishing to continue things away from potential prying eyes.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana let out a dry chuckle, tilting her head slightly as Eira traced the lines of ink and scar tissue across her skin. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but Alana wasn't naïve enough to take it at face value. She had been studied before—by slavers, by bounty hunters, by the Sith. This was different, softer, but the underlying intent? That was still a puzzle.

"Flattery'll get you places, sweetheart," She murmured, voice roughened by exhaustion and lingering pain, though the sharp edge of amusement remained. "As for my hands, they've done a hell of a lot more than just tell a story."

She let the silence stretch for a moment, weighing the offer. A more private setting? That could mean anything. A trap. A test. Or just exactly what Eira was suggesting.

Alana exhaled slowly, meeting Eira's gaze with something unreadable. "Your ship, huh? Suppose that depends—do you always invite half-dead strangers to your personal quarters, or am I just special?"

She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes as the words left her lips

She didn’t believe she was special, not for a moment, but the idea of just being able to talk to someone, even if they just wanted her for some plot, was a rather nice idea. Everyone just wanted her to spin their cogs in one way or another.

Maybe it just felt nice to feel wanted.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira shook her head, "telling a story is all that I need them to do for now." Not stating that they couldn't do more in the future, that she wouldn't want them to do more, just what they were here, that is all she needed. This was their first meeting and Eira wished to understand Alana as much as she could, especially if she could do so in a manner that did not come across blatant in questioning or demanding the knowledge. She wished to subtly pry away the layers and worm herself inside without Alana realising it was happening.

Smirking, she interlocked her fingers within Alana's. Locking Alana to Eira so she went where Eira guided her to. Eira then rose and leaned in. Close, dangerously close as if she was going to kiss Alana in that moment, her eyes heavily lidded and Eira breathed in deeply. Being this close to create tantalizing tension on whether or not Eira would kiss the bounty hunter.

"Who said my private quarters? I merely offer the privacy of my ship. Seems you are getting bold now," Eira teased in whispered sultry tones. Leaning to her ear, "in time we can spend time there, but there is no rush, is there Alana?" Leaning back, she winked with a coy teasing smirk.

"Stand," Eira gave in a commanding tone, "time to leave here." Ready to guide Alana back to her ship.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana's breath hitched, her body tensing as Eira's fingers wove through hers, locking them together with an ease that sent a sudden, unbidden heat up her spine. The teasing murmur, the close proximity—she could feel the warmth of Eira's breath against her skin, could see the glint of amusement in those eyes as if this was all just a game to her.

Her mind scrambled for a sharp remark, something to regain control of the situation, but the way Eira leaned in—so close it was almost unbearable—made it nearly impossible to think straight. Damn it.

Alana swallowed hard, eyes flicking from Eira's smirk to where their hands were still locked. "I—" The words caught in her throat, heat blooming unbidden across her face. She got flustered at times. But not like this.

Her jaw clenched, forcing herself to muster some semblance of composure. "Bold? Please." She scoffed, but the slight crack in her voice betrayed her. She cleared her throat, trying to recover. "Just making sure you weren't about to get ahead of yourself, sweetheart."

Then Eira's command came—Stand. And just like that, Alana was thrown back into instinct. Orders. Commands. Her body twitched as if to obey before she caught herself, narrowing her eyes slightly as if suspicious of how easily she'd almost listened. She felt that unnerving static at the back of her mind.

Still, she exhaled sharply, muttering under her breath, "Fine," before pushing herself up, still shaken by the way Eira had just effortlessly knocked her off balance.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Seeing the flustered looks, the struggle to compose herself after Eira teased, Eira knew that she was wrapping Alana around her finger. Inspiring loyalty in the bounty hunter that she desired. A loyalty that would be shared. In time. For now, Eira wanted to learn more of Alana, ensure she was not allowing someone into her circle that would betray or be lured away by others. It would be no good to spend the time and effort if she could not ensure Alana would stay by her side.

Caressing Alana's flushed cheek with her free hand, "sure, you were testing me, my sweet." Giving a knowing smirk, Not letting Alana get away with anything and clearly stating that they both knew who was in charge of the situation.

More evident when Alana instinctively wished to follow Eira's command but had to remind to hold back. Something that Eira allowed, she wanted Alana to feel in command of herself, she was not seeking to turn Alana into an obedient puppy with no mind of their own. "I'm glad you agree, Alana." Eira gave a teasing smirk and wink to Alana. Pleased that she wished to join Eira.

Leading the way, Eira guided Alana out of the medical centre, her hand squeezing tightly to show she did not wish to lose Alana in the crowd as they walked the streets to the hangar where her ship was docked.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana exhaled sharply through her nose, her pulse betraying her despite every effort to keep herself steady. The brush of Eira's fingers against her cheek sent a jolt of warmth through her that she despised for how easily it came. It was a simple touch—light, teasing—but it carried an intent that she couldn't ignore. Eira knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how to pull the strings just enough to see Alana react, and that realization only made the heat rise higher in her chest.

Her first instinct was to jerk away, to put space between them before this smug woman got it into her head that she hadAlana wrapped around her little finger. But the way Eira smirked, the way she murmured that infuriatingly smooth "sure, you were testing me, my sweet" with all the confidence of someone who knew they were in control, made Alana freeze in place.

Her jaw tightened. She wanted to snap back, wanted to tell Eira to stop acting like she had her figured out. But then Eira winked—so effortlessly pleased, as if this was all playing out exactly as she wanted—and something about it made Alana's stomach twist.

Stars, this woman is dangerous.

The realization sent an uneasy shiver down her spine, and yet—she didn't move away.

Then Eira's fingers squeezed hers, locking them together more firmly as she began to guide Alana forward.

Alana's breath hitched, and that was what finally broke her haze. Her first instinct was to yank her hand back, to remind Eira that she didn't just get to lead her around like some obedient stray. But before she could act on it, before she could reclaim the distance she desperately needed, Eira tugged her through the crowd, and—damn it all—she followed.

Her body moved on autopilot, guided by reflex, by years of trailing behind those she had either hunted or served. It was muscle memory, and she hated that Eira had managed to trigger it so easily.

As they weaved through the streets, the hum of distant voices and the occasional flicker of neon lights filled the air, but Alana barely registered any of it. She was too focused on the warmth of Eira's hand, on the way their fingers were still tangled together, on how utterly unnerving it was that she hadn't let go yet.

A scowl tugged at her lips. She needed to say something, anything, to break the tension clawing at her chest.

"Tch. Don't get too pleased with yourself," she muttered, voice gruff but lacking its usual sharpness.

She cast a sideways glance at Eira, trying to gauge her reaction, but the woman was unreadable—pleased, yes, but not in a way that felt entirely like gloating. That unsettled Alana even more.

"This is just me seeing where this road leads," She added after a beat, her grip tightening ever so slightly.

But even as she said it, she knew damn well that a part of her had already started walking this road long before she ever meant to.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira carried herself as being someone dangerous, as someone who would be considered toxic and deadly to be with, to get close with. However, those closest to Eira would know it was more a front she established after many, many years of being told she was only ever manipulative, cold and cruel. Alana was given chance to pull away to refuse the temptations that Eira was offering. A simple tug away and Eira would release her grip. A request for Eira to stop and she would stop. Eira was doing this in part because she believed that it was what Alana wanted from her in this moment. She wanted Eira's intimacy and gentle touches.

The moment Alana did not wish for that, Eira would stop.

Eira lead the way and kept Alana close to her as she wandered through the streets. Letting Alana admire the sway of Eira's full hips as she walked and led the way. Making sure that Alana had a reward for following like Eira had wanted the Echani to. Eira heard Alana and smirked, she tilted her head over to the other woman, "I am sure you are. Hopefully I can demonstrate how beneficial this road together will be for you then." Eira mentioned to Alana, not dismissing Alana's claim, even if the conviction in tone was not quite there to be convincing.

It allowed Alana to feel this was still her choice, which it was, Eira was just being tactful in how she approached her manipulations and wanted Alana to crave them from Eira. Make Alana want to be used by Eira in a way.

It was toxic but Eira didn't know how to be healthy when romancing.

Arriving at her ship, it was nothing massive but there was lounge area for relaxing on long hyperspace trips that Eira took Alana to so she sit on the couch. Giving one final squeeze of Alana's hand, she separated their fingers, she then removed her own leather jacket and extended a hand for Alana's. "I won't let you forget it but I figured we could be more comfortable with them off." Eira mentioned as she gave a smile to Alana.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana followed, her steps steady but her mind caught in the ebb and flow of something she wasn't sure she wanted to name. The way Eira led, with that calculated ease, that sway that dared her to keep looking—it was deliberate. Just like everything about her.

It should've put Alana on edge. It should've made her turn away, sneer, tell Eira she wasn't some fool to be led by the hand.

But she didn't.

She watched. She followed.

And now, inside the ship, with the dim glow of the lounge casting shadows across the walls, Alana felt the weight of something unspoken settling in the air between them. When Eira squeezed her hand one last time before letting go, there was a ghost of warmth left behind, something fleeting.

She eyed the offered hand, then Eira's smirk, her words curling at the edges with something that wasn't quite an order, but wasn't quite a request either.

Alana let out a slow breath, shrugging off her duster, the worn leather heavier than it should've been as she placed it in Eira's waiting grasp. Shedding her jacket, Alana revealed several more tattoos that decorated both arms. They seemed to be of various sorts, some related to bounty hunting, others to crime cartels. Overall it seemed she led quite an adventurous life.

"Don’t mind the tattoos, I used to be crazy about them at first," She muttered, though there was no real venom in the words. Just something tired. Wary. She would ease back to sit down however. Seemingly content with the new position she found herself in.

And yet, she was still here.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Taking the leather duster, Eira delicately hung it on a hook, stretching her curvaceous figure as she did so for Alana's gaze to admire. While Eira was being deliberate and teasing in the moment, there was a practiced ease of her figure attracted attention whether she wanted it to or not, so Eira decided to lean into that fact and assumed control of how she looked. How she used that attention to her own advantage. If it was going to happen, why not ensure it happened to her benefit, to fulfil her goals.

Placing her own jacket on the hook next to Alana, putting their jackets close, next to one another. Allowing Alana to chance that Eira's scent would linger on that well worn leather duster.

Sliding into onto the couch, Eira purposefully sat beside Alana. Very close beside Alana. Eira then slide her arm under Alana's and interlocked their fingers once again as long as Alana allowed it. Placing Alana's arm and hand on top so that the Echani could easier pull away if she so desired, but also an open display of Alana's desire for the touching and caressing that Eira gave as well. Studying the different tattoos, the differing styles and designs, Eira's lips only curled into a teasing grin.

"Well, they tell a story. In a beautiful manner that highlights your beauty." Eira whispered as her free hand reached over and idly trailed the tattoo lines of Alana. "A story of the fact you enjoy being around dangerous people. Is that why you enjoy me? Because I am dangerous?" Her eyes locked with Alana's as she asked the Echani, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she did.

"Do you not like your tattoos now?" Eira asked since Alana had spoken of them in the past tense, curious on what could have changed her opinion on them.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana sat still, letting the warmth of Eira's touch settle against her skin, letting the weight of the other woman's presence press in close. The teasing grin, the slow tracing of inked lines—Eira was working her, and they both knew it.

Her gaze flicked down to their interlocked fingers, then to where Eira's own hand ghosted over the faded stories etched into her skin. The way she spoke about them—like they were something beautiful. Alana had never thought of them that way.

Her lips curled, but it wasn't quite a smirk.

"I liked them once," She admitted, voice low. "When they meant something." Her thumb idly brushed against Eira's knuckles before she pulled her hand away, not sharply, but deliberately. The distance was brief, barely a breath before she rested her arm against the couch instead. Not rejecting, just… tempering. “Now, I don’t remember why I have them or what they mean. It’s just more memories that I can’t touch.”

Her red eyes lifted to meet Eira's, searching.

"Dangerous people don't scare me," Alana murmured, the words edged with something knowing. "They’re interesting though, but as for you?”

A pause.

"It’s been a long time since I actually felt like I was wanted somewhere…and I really have no where else to go anymore."

The truth of it sat between them, unspoken. Alana didn't need to be led into this game—she'd played it before, knew its angles and its traps. But something about Eira…

She exhaled, tilting her head slightly, studying her.

"What about you? Seem pretty comfortable sitting with someone you just fought with not that long ago."

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Utapau
Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira allowed Alana to pull away, giving a deliberate firm squeeze. Testing the waters and hinting that she didn't have to pull back if she did not wish to. Looking over Alana, Eira gave a smile as she watched the hunter shift into the relaxed pose. Tempering the feelings, the sensations that she was having. It was obvious and it was something that Eira respected, it showed a level of cautiousness that Eira wanted. If they were to work together and train together, then having decent survival instincts would demanded.

"I am sure that they still have meaning. We can give them new meaning." Eira's eyes glinted with mischief. She was purposefully using collective terms to state they would be connected for a long time. That this was not a single encounter.

Nodding her head, "interesting is a good take." Eira stated, not suggesting whether or not she was dangerous, revealing nothing of her thoughts there at all. Instead, she was curious to see what Alana had to say about the dark haired monster. "Glad to make you feel wanted. I think you could be someone very good to have around and helpful in the goals that I aim to achieve." Eira mentioned as she gave a wide grin.

Tilting her head, she leaned back into the couch, breathing in deeply and purposefully pushing her chest out as she did so. "Hmmmm..." Eira thought on it for a moment, wondering what she could say. "I enjoy control. People call it manipulative behaviour, I prefer to see it as guiding someone to where we both wish to be. Aiming to make them better than they are."

Looking to Alana, Eira's red eyes glinted in curiosity, "do you think I am manipulative?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Dancing With A Hunter​

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Location: Utapua​

Tag: Eira Dyn​

Gear: HG-88 Big Iron, SD-L1 Long Blaster, Slicing Glove, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield, Casual Attire.​

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Alana let the moment settle, her crimson eyes studying Eira with the same measured caution she applied to any game worth hunting. The squeeze, the lingering, the deliberate choice of words—none of it escaped her notice. It wasn't a threat, but it was a test, and Alana had spent her life either avoiding tests or breaking the ones who set them. Otherwise she was going to fail them, and she didn’t have time to waste on that.

A dry smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. New meaning? That was dangerous talk. But wasn't she already neck-deep in danger?

Her gaze flicked to Eira's grin, to the deliberate display, the way she framed her words. Control. Guiding. Making people better. She'd heard a dozen variations of that before— crime lords, bounty handlers, people who thought they could tame her into something useful. Maybe Eira meant it differently. Maybe she didn't. Only time could tell, and last Alana knew time was mute, deaf, and blind. So no luck there.

If it was anything like with Serina, Alana would be considered the quickest way off this ship.

Alana exhaled slowly, shifting her weight. "I think 'manipulative' depends on intent," She mused, voice rough but measured. "There's a difference between nudging someone toward what they already want… and dragging them somewhere they swore they'd never go. I notice you doing alot of positive reinforcement, guess someone took psych 101.”

Her smirk sharpened, her posture easy but coiled beneath the surface. "So the real question is—where exactly do you think I want to be?"

It was a double question, aimed at her host and herself.

Because Alana still had no clue what the hell the end goal was for herself, least not right now.