Private Home is Where You Are

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Daisy Americus

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Days turned to weeks, which had become months, that would soon become a year. Kaden had been alive again for one year almost, and in that time he had found himself among new people, fighting a different battle, and trying to make sense of how his life had become something so different than what it should have been. None of it was bad, Kaden certainly had nothing to complain about. He simply would have never imagined he would build a home on Haseria of all places in order to be close to someone that he loved. After his experience with Yasha, Kaden had wondered if he wanted to be with anyone. Certainly his "mother" had convinced Kaden he did not need anyone other than her. Yet, almost a year later, and Kaden was on Haseria, and Selene was... not. ​

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She could not have accounted for Daisy Americus, and in truth, Kaden had not either. It had been a fluke, some might say, that Kaden's spirit would latch onto her in an attempt to escape the Netherworld. It had been something of a nightmare for her, one Kaden did not realize until they had met in person. At least others had seen him, though that had not really helped the situation. Had anyone told Kaden she would be the person he would have fallen in love with, Kaden would have laughed. It wasn't that he didn't think she was attractive or worth pursuing at the time, but rather Kaden simply was not at the place he could entertain such thoughts. It had not been until he gave Daisy the apology and explanation she deserved that he realized there was that part of him that wanted any excuse to see her.​

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Randomly seeing each other over missions or side jobs had not been enough. Having tracked Daisy to Haseria, the Mandalorian made the decision to make her planet his home. There was the added benefit that other Mandalorians were there as well, all of them casualties of Ra's great purge of force sensitives from among the Mandalorian Empire. Kaden had found his home among these people, and so he remained. Building a homestead for himself, that was something he would not have predicted. ​

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Kaden took to farm life better than he had expected, there was something calming about it. His life had been chaos from his childhood. He still had nightmares from some of the things he had done and seen over the course of his short life. There were horrors that not even Daisy knew of because Kaden refused to talk about them. Certainly knowing he had once broken the walls of Sinner's Rue and left a permanent crack in the Netherworld itself would make her see him differently? Had she known of the otherworldly creatures he had faced, and defeated, would she not look at him with the same horror she once did when he haunted her? Daisy was part of what calmed him, changed him. She was the reason he smiled, and the reason his house was spotless.​

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The early morning hours of his day had been spent tending to the work owning a farmstead created. Kaden had kept it small for now, enough for one man to manage. There was plenty of land to develop later if he chose to expand, but it would take hired hands or a family to meet the work required for a larger endeavor. Today the home was finally ready for Daisy to see. She had spent time with him while it was under construction, she had even seen it after it was done, but this was the first time she would be coming over that had nothing to do with the actual project. It was his house warming of sorts, and not too soon as winter on Haseria had settled in. ​

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Kaden dressed in simple denim, and a green plaid flannel. The winter months were not too cold that he needed anything heavy, the flannel was simply for comfort. Kaden needed the comfort because for some unexplained reason he felt nervous. He tried to laugh it away, telling himself that if he had not been nervous when he kissed Daisy for the first time having her in his home was nothing. His nerves did not want to listen to him, and so the Mandalorian moved about his living room with nothing but nervous energy. She would be coming soon, and there would be the knock on his door which would likely make him jump. ​

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"Get it together, Farr," he said to himself as he smoothed out his shirt, sat on the couch, and stood up again all in a matter of seconds. ​

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Well, that wasn't going to happen. ​

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His datapad chimed, and Kaden looked at the message. It was from Daisy, she was on her way. Grabbing the datapad he sent a quick reply.​

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<< Don't forget the moonshine... I've got dinner covered. >>​

 

[Daisy Americus]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: AH-COLD-KAD-WHY
TAG: Kaden Farr

Cold. ​

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Daisy rubbed her hands together while she waited for her brother to hand her a better-quality bottle of moonshine. Dusty Americus was having a grand old time, making fun of her, while she shivered like a leaf in the wind. A hardened Mandalorian warrior that could tear a bad guy limb from limb couldn’t take a little chill? She was used to heat. Blistering, beautiful heat, that warmed everything inside and out. ​

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“Here ya go, DJ. Ya shouldn’ need more than one ah reckon.” ​

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The golden-haired woman nodded her head and took the rather heavy jug. “Thanks, brother. This’ll do fine—Ah don’ wanna die tonight so one’ll do.”​

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Dusty smirked and waved her off while she headed toward her air speeder. It looked fairly well taken care of, but, that was because she’d gotten adept at taking it apart to clean the dust out. Haseria was nothing if not a dust bowl. The terraforming was a slow process, but, irrigation made it so crops flourished fairly well. A few green areas among seas of gold. When it was chilly, like this, everything seemed to be a little gray. It didn’t snow…But the nights could really get bitter. ​

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She sent a missive to let Kaden know she was on her way. It was a custom of sorts. Anytime she got on the road, be it for a mission, or otherwise, she usually let him know. Daisy was dressed in a white sweater dress. On top of that, she wore a pale-blue jacket with a fur rimmed collar and a pair of gray boots. Everything was made to be warm. Though, she was regretting not wearing a pair of leggings beneath it. ​

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The drive to the Farr Homestead was neither too close nor too far. It was near enough that she could make it within an hour from the Americus Farms, but, far enough that her Pa didn’t know he was alive. Her father had more ordinance than some armies hidden in the barn. The last she needed was a member of her family getting into an argument with Kaden over her virtue or some such nonsense. They would want to know how well he could fight. The only way to know for sure?​

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Test him.​

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Daisy wasn’t in any mood to scape anyone off the dusty permacrete. ​

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The golden-haired Mandalorian made good time. She found a suitable place to park and picked up her things, mostly, lugging it over her shoulder. There was always a chance she might spend the night on the couch if it got too late. A few minutes later found her pressing the button on the intercom. She jostled from one side to the other, almost hopping, to stay warm. Her hair bounced in barrel curls that sprung in a way that was almost playful. None would know that she had a blaster tucked in her boot for good measure. ​

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One never knew where things might go awry. Even in the quiet, peaceful, plains of Haseria. ​

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“Hurry up Kaden Farr ah’m gunna freeze to death!” ​

 

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Daisy Americus

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Daisy's missive came in just enough time for Kaden to make sure dinner would be ready. The cooler weather meant Kaden was not outside cooking as he would have preferred. The warrior was not as handy around a kitchen as he was a fire pit or some other less domestic form of cooking. Kaden Farr was no first class chef, but at least he could do better than an assortment of ration bars. That would have been no dinner to offer Daisy, especially when he asked her for the moonshine. Things were getting serious between them, and Kaden was not about to ruin that by treating Daisy to some nasty meal.​

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Kaden worked quickly to get the bantha steaks set out so they would be close enough to room temperature before setting them on the cast iron. Potatoes were wrapped in foil while the oven was preheating to decent heat. The idea was to time it so the potatoes would be done in time for Daisy to walk into a set table with a meal laid out for her to enjoy. Her drive was going to be almost an hour, the distance being something Daisy was happy about when Kaden first told her about the property.​

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Her brothers and father seemed to have their own ideas on how to determine whether someone was worth the attention of the blonde mandalorian. Kaden had picked up from some of the conversations the two had that her family seemed to be good at chasing off anyone she might be interested in. They were family dynamics at play Kaden knew nothing about from experience. His parents had been dead for a long time, and the only person who he called mother, was not in the physical world, or had yet to find him. Navigating the complexities of starting a family, well, Kaden wasn't sure he could say he really understood those either. By all rights Kaden should want nothing to do with another relationship, but Daisy had a way of making him forget the past in a way no one else could.​

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A smile tugged at Kaden's lips as he finally put the steaks on a hot skillet. The sizzle the warm and juicy meat made when it hit the pan was its own melody. Salt, pepper, and garlic, were the only things the meat really needed, aside from a good char on the surface. Anything above medium was over cooked, so Kaden was sure to work on the steak last. They would need to sit and settle before they were cut into anyway. Setting the table would be the perfect amount of time, so Kaden set to work on that.​

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It was nothing fancy. A table, no table cloth, and a couple of chairs set in a plainish room. There had not been a lot of decorations for a couple of reasons. First, Kaden was not a decorator, and the other, Daisy had told Kaden she would help, or take care of it. His plates and utensils were as simple as the room and table, though Kaden managed a couple of candles for the table. He was just finishing the final touches of setting out the food and lighting the candles when he heard the knock and subsequent warning of impending death rang through the house.​

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Rushing to the door, Kaden smoothed out his shirt, and ran his fingers through his hair. He opened the door with a smile and immediately motioned for Daisy to enter.​

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"Pretty sure we both promised no death anytime soon... though I am sure you would pay me back 100 fold for all that haunting," he teased before pulling the blonde close for a hug and pressing a kiss to her lips. "The fire is going. Dinner is ready, nice and hot. You want some tea or caf to help warm you up too?" ​

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Kaden offered to take her bag and coat. The sight of the overnight bag made him a bit nervous for some reason. He knew things might go late, and of course it was winter so the chances of having to stay were high. Kaden just had not thought about it until seeing the bag. He did his best to hide it though. A smile never left his face, it was easy to keep a smile when Daisy was around.​

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"Alone at last... no work, no projects, no people... just you, me, dinner, and a bottle of moonshine."​

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Daisy would likely feel the happiness radiating off of Kaden. They were still connected in a way neither of them truly understood, so it was hard to hide any of his feelings from the blonde mandalorian. He'd grown used to it, but that would not change the one truth Kaden could never hide. Kaden was always happiest when Daisy was around.​

 

[Daisy Americus]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: AH-COLD-KAD-WHY
TAG: Kaden Farr

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What exactly was he doing in there? There were a number of fine smells that wafted tantalizingly through the closed door. Were the cold not seeping into her bones she might have taken the time to enjoy it, or, marvel at the fact that she’d found a Mandalorian who could cook. As it stood she was fittin’ to very nearly become a snowgirl and as such just kept bouncing on the balls of her feet. When the door opened and Kaden ushered her inside, she didn’t need to be told twice. ​

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Her typical response would have been to wrap her arms around his waist but instead, she shook her hair out from the imaginary snow and did a little jig while motioning that he close the door. “You better understand right now that ah would haunt you until the end of time. And then some—”, her very righteous rant was cut off when strong arms pulled her into an embrace. Her griping and general backwater sass was muffled by a kiss. Rude. ​

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But—Not so rude that she pulled away. ​

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There hadn’t been enough kisses, in general, for her to waste the opportunity. Kaden pulled away just a little too soon and brilliant blue-green eyes expressed…Something. It was shrouded. Disappointment? ​

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The emotion faded quickly. How could she be unhappy when he was acting like such a gentleman? Daisy let Kaden take her coat and her bag. She set the large bottle of moonshine on an end table near the door. If it had smelled amazing just outside, the entirety of the living room, made her stomach grumble. Whatever he’d decided to whip up really made her want to just follow her nose. “Mmm…Caf?” ​

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The golden-haired Mando had never been much of a tea drinker. It was a little too prissy for her tastes. Caf was more her line. Typically, with a shot of something alcoholic in it. If she noticed that he was a little nervous because she’d brought an overnight bag she didn’t let on. Instead, she turned her focus to the interior of the home and moseyed closer to the fireplace. Daisy made a little sigh of happiness and closed her eyes. Yes, fire good. Cold bad. Much better. ​

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His happiness bubbled up through the Force and she shot him a coquettish smile over her shoulder. Every man should be this happy, exactly, this happy when making someone else dinner. If he had this response every time she could easily see herself eating over three days a week. “Ah’m particularly fond of the fact that there’s no insect goo to get out of my armor.” ​

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“—An’ that ah’m not turning into a zombie.” ​

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She’d meant that as a joke, but, there was actually a little bit too much truth to it. When Kaden came back from stashing her stuff, she stepped forward to wrap her arms around his middle. She knew dinner was ready. Waiting. She knew he’d worked hard to make things nice. Simple, but good. That was how she liked it. Even his plain décor didn’t bother her, though, she would spruce it up eventually. ​

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Just a touch. ​

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Daisy rubbed her cheek against his chest and let her hands link at his lower back. Close. They spent a fair amount of time together, but even still, she missed him. The Guild didn’t seem to care when pucks took them across the galaxy, in opposite directions, for weeks at a time. He felt warm and smelled…Familiar. It caused her to relax and let her weight rest against him. “This is better.” ​

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Definitely, better. ​

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After a moment of silence, she tilted her head up and let her lips brush softly against his chin when she spoke. “What did you make? It smells…Really nice.” ​

 

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Daisy Americus

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Caf, the hot black liquid was almost the source of life for the Mandalorian many mornings. One thing no one had prepared him for when it came to owning a farmstead was the work which began at the early hours of the morning before the sun ever peeked its face over the horizon. He was not a morning person, and never had been. Were it not for the black, highly caffeinated, liquid, Kaden would likely stumble through most of his mornings. As it was, the Mandalorian had plenty on reserve, and a fresh pot had already been brewed. When Daisy asked for caf, he simply nodded and retrieved it for her. The mug was set next to the bottle of moonshine as Daisy had moved to wrap Kaden up upon his return.​

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"Thyferra," Kaden said in response to the zombie comment. ​

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There had been many of their adventures or outings where Kaden found himself saving the life of the blonde Mandalorian, but none of them had impacted him more than Thyferra. The virus which had gotten into her bloodstream had threatened to kill her, or force Kaden to shoot her between the eyes. He would have done it because she asked, but Kaden had been more than relieved when the antidote was found. It had been too close of a call, but put things into perspective for Kaden. The thought of losing her made him realize how much he loved her, and even more how much he needed her in his life.​

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He returned the embrace, smiling even wider as her head rest against his chest. There were never enough moments like this, and while he had spent a good amount of his day preparing for Daisy to arrive, and had slaved in the kitchen, this was more important. For her there were never enough kisses, and for Kaden who knew how short life was, there simply seemed to never be enough time. Despite his nerves over the overnight bag, Kaden secretly found himself hoping they would stumble upon a reason for her to use it. He did not want to presume, but the man was tempted to simply invite her to stay, and there was nothing to say he might not before the night was over. ​

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The smell from Daisy's hair was intoxicating. He wasn't sure what kind of shampoos and other things the woman used, but whatever it was her smell drove him crazy. Feeling her body against him, and the weight of her affection wrapping around him, Kaden found reason to get lost in the moment. He wanted to commit it to memory and let the moment be what it was. Time could stand still, and if the two never left this moment that would be okay. Life was made of moments, and their lives needed more of this variety.​

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Kaden smiled when Daisy commented on how this moment was better.​

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"Much better," his voice almost hummed as a low rumble could be felt in his throat and chest. He smiled when she looked up at him, her eyes catching with his. "Steak and baked potatoes,” Kaden answered still making no move to let go of the woman in his arms. In fact the only move he made threatened to keep them there a little bit longer as his forehead pressed to hers.​

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He sighed. It was full of contentment.​

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"I missed you ... this."​

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Kaden eventually pulled his head off of hers so he could leave a kiss where his head had just been resting. Another smile pulled at his lips when he looked her in the eyes once more.​

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"I bet you're hungry after the long drive. Ready to eat?"​

 

[Daisy Americus]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: AH-COLD-KAD-WHY
TAG: Kaden Farr

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For some reason when “Thyferra” passed through the lips of the Mandalorian before her Daisy felt a pang of misbegotten fear. She knew it didn’t make any sense because she’d been the one to make the association in the first place, but, it still made her feel like her stomach was bottoming out. He held her then. Somehow, sensing that she needed it. Turning into something strange and terrifying was a long way from where she was now—But it was still a dark memory.

Feeling her hand shake against her will.

Feeling her throat burn while her stomach growled. Hungry, for the unthinkable. Daisy had no problem fighting off bad guys, but, she had little to no desire to eat them. She didn’t like her long pig that rare.

The golden-haired Mandalorian tucked her form into Kaden’s arms without thought. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder while her forehead nestled itself against his neck. Her arms twined around his back and she inhaled the soft scent of his soap. Something clean, warm, with an earthen tone that caused the tension to drain out of her shoulders. Her head tilted up and she pressed a soundless kiss to the side of his neck. Their people weren’t much for sweet nothings…But she tried.

Aside from shooting him in the knee—How else could she say she cared?

She smiled against his skin when she realized he wasn’t inclined to pull away anymore than she was. It had been a long, long time since they’d just been able to enjoy one another’s company without something potentially disastrous taking priority. She listened when he explained what he’d made for dinner and her nose scrunched cutely when he moved so that his forehead could meet her own. It was a familiar movement. When he didn’t know what to say? Often, the soft touch served as a whole sentence. A whole conversation. “Ah didn’t know you could cook so well. How does a ghost learn how to use a spice rack?”

Hearing that he missed her she wiggled a little while her cheeks flushed. It was a familiar burn. Just when she thought she had her footing with Kaden he managed to through her off. The kiss to her forehead was both steadying and disorienting. Everything she needed and more. He asked if she was ready to eat and she murmured a quiet affirmative. “Ah feel like my stomach is about to eat itself to be honest…So, yes. Feed me.”, Daisy spoke, grinning, while her arms slowly unwound from his waist.

If she didn’t let go now she never would.

Her fingers lingered along his hip while she used him for balance to slide her boots off. Her mother had raised her to know better when it came to tracking mud through someone’s living room. Once her feet were free of the long gray boots she smoothed the hem of her white sweater along her thighs and straightened up with another smile.

The dining room table wasn’t far away. She let him go so she could wander through the living area and followed her nose to the table. It did look good. As good as it smelled, easily, and her stomach audibly growled in agreement.

“Sit here?”, she questioned, choosing one of the settings, though it was a superfluous question as she was already sitting down. The moonshine Daisy had left on the table by the door wasn’t suited for this meal. It was way, way too rustic. She picked up a water glass and took a sip before glancing at Kaden. Where to start? With the steak? Or a potato? “Oh…Ah also have paint in the speeder for one of the bedrooms. Ah found a nice blue. Like the sky after rain—Clear.”

“Ah think you’ll like it.”

Daisy had been slowly helping him decorate his new abode. She wasn’t great at it, but, she tried to make it nice. Mostly…So he wouldn’t be tempted to leave. Every guy she came to have feelings for disappeared eventually. Maybe this time would be different. Getting ghosted, perhaps literally, was beyond painful. It made her careful. Hesitant. Kaden wasn’t like that though. He wouldn’t leave her.

Right?

 

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Daisy Americus

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When had Kaden learned to cook? He honestly could not remember. It was a skill he was forced to pick up or starve he supposed. One thing was certain, he did not learn how to cook in the Netherworld. Nothing in that place was edible, and after feeling like he was about to die of hunger over and over again he had tried. Kaden could have told Daisy other details of what the Netherworld had been like, but he opted to spare her the tragedy that had been most of his past. She was too good to him, more innocent than she wanted people to know she was, and Kaden certainly did not want to change the parts of her that were that way. There was a sweetness to her that he adored, something that he hoped she never lost.

"I can promise you that I did not learn to cook as a ghost. Really... just picked it up because I did not want to starve."

He smiled knowing that was really the truth of the matter. Most of the skill Kaden had picked up that were domestic in nature were out of necessity. He had been alone since he returned from the dead, he had been alone for a time as a child, and he had survived after sacrificing his freedom for a woman that would never love him. Kaden supposed that was what he loved about Daisy the most. He knew where he stood with her, at least he was sure, and in the moments he wasn't she did things like kiss his neck or press herself into him.

They did not always need words. In fact, Kaden prefered the moments when they did not need words. Everything about their relationship thus far had progressed because Kaden or Daisy simply acted, took the matter into their own hands. Sometimes words complicated something that should be simple, and when Daisy's arms were around him, and when Kaden had her in his, things were simple.

He hated that she let him go, but smiled has her hands traced his hips as she balanced herself. Kaden was certain it had not been her intention to send a shiver up his spine, but the Mandalorian was slightly ticklish. It also did not help that her touch sent shivers up his spine for other wholly unrelated reasons as well.

Yes, his mind was not in a pure place as he watched the curvaceous blonde walk to the dining room. His eyes may have dipped below her waist to admire what was before him, but certainly that was not going to be held against him, especially if he didn't get caught. Did he care if he did though?

"Wherever," he smiled realizing she was already seated.

Kaden did not join her right away, but walked over to the cold storage and grabbed a couple bottles of ale. The moonshine would be for later, and if Kaden would have had wine, perhaps he would have offered some. This was Haseria though, and wine seemed too fancy, fancier than anything he'd ever had in his life. There was only one time he could recall indulging, and that was when he lived on Atrisia for a time. Baiko tried to turn Kaden into a sophisticated young man, but nobility did not suit the orphaned warrior.

Pulling out the opposite chair, Kaden sat across from Daisy and set one of the bottles in front of her. It dawned on Kaden this was the first time the two had shared a meal in either of the others home, at least just the two of them. It was the most domestic thing they had done, and Daisy's next comment only made it more so. She had paint. To paint a bedroom. Kaden chuckled as he started to cut into the steak, eager to see if it tasted as good at it looked.

"Did you bring clothes to paint in, or you need to borrow one of my t-shirts again," he asked as he popped the piece of steak into his mouth.

They had painted the living room first, and Daisy had picked all the colors, brought the paint with her. She even went as far to laying everything out, only to realize she had forgotten a change of clothes to paint in. Kaden actually didn't mind, she looked cute in his shirt, and working on his home with her, well it made it seem like their home. It was what Kaden wanted, part of why he had built it and insisted she help him with it. Kaden had no intention of leaving her, in fact everything he was doing expressed the opposite.

Kaden wanted Daisy to be in his life. He wanted her to not only be his present, but his future, and eternity.

"I'm guessing you wanted to paint the room tonight? I can make up the guest bed if you want to stay... or... umm..."

He stopped, uncertain if he should even put to words what he was thinking. Maybe it was already too late for that.

"How is the steak," Kaden said with a small cough and drink of his ale.

 

[Daisy Americus]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: AH-COLD-KAD-WHY
TAG: Kaden Farr

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“Ah’m just gunna trust you on that. It doesn’ seem much likely that the noncorporeal have much use for food.”, Daisy responded, tongue-in-cheek, while brilliant eyes sparkled. She had acclimated well since the days of thinking herself insane. It helped that he wasn’t haunting, and or, scaring the beejesus out of her anymore. She much preferred when his arms wrapped around her versus making her consider long term therapy sessions and the allure of padded white walls.

Daisy knew how she felt about Kaden. There were times when she felt as if she would always live in the shadow of his ex-wife, but, he did his best to assuage that fear. She was just a small-town girl with a simple life. She would never hold a title like that. She would never lead an army. On the best of days, she considered herself lucky if she could lead a nerf from the barn. Daisy just didn’t have it in her to be what he knew. He claimed he preferred it.

Still, she wondered. Would he prefer her if she were more aggressive? Murderous? Intimately adventurous? Daisy was a warrior, more than her armor, but still very much in tune with her heritage. She visited her mother and father as often as possible. Spoke to her siblings, helped them with chores, weapons, armor, and anything they needed. She drifted between mercenary work and bartending like the wind. She needed normalcy. At the same time—She needed the fight. Battle.

Daisy wouldn’t bring it up with Kaden because it was an issue that she still wrestled with. How could she compare to a woman that had held the mantle of their leader? It was the greatest honor any of them could ever aspire to. Now? Now, she had never been further from it. Dar’manda. There wasn’t enough liquor on this side of the continent to make her forget that, let alone, the former Mand’alor.

Snapping out of her head she started to take off her boots and turned a light smile toward Kaden for helping her balance. His hands on her hips were familiar and welcome, but, the food in the other room called to her. Her stomach grumbled because she’d been too keyed up to eat all day. There was a touch of excited nervousness that ran through her at the thought of spending time with Kaden. Time, alone.

Curious eyes followed him while he gathered a few bottles of fancy ale. She raised a brow, but, didn’t question it. Her stomach could handle just about anything.

“Thank you kindly…”, she spoke softly when he sat down. Daisy reached for the bottle and popped the edge of the cap against the table, moving swift, so that it came free easily. They always tore at her hands if she tried to twist it off. Kaden began to dig in and Daisy followed in kind. Her mouth was already full of steak while a happy groan escaped her. Good, so good. His words about painting went over her head for a moment, though, she had the decency to blush while she swallowed. “Ah’ll need to borrow somethin’…Ah remembered everything else. Just not something to paint in.”

She busied herself cutting her meat into bite-sized portions to hide the genuine flash of rouge that ran up the side of her neck. Daisy was always doing silly things. Or, things that left her feeling as embarrassed as a boar in a dress. The food was good enough that the warmth to her cheeks eventually quelled. “Ah can take the couch. You don’ need to go through any trouble on my account. We can paint tonight or tomorrow. There’s no rush…”, she paused, and her eyes drew up, filled with faint concern. “There’s no rush—Right?”

They didn’t have a new job on the docket already did they? A new puck? Daisy had assumed that he wasn’t busy. She missed his concerns entirely about her spending the night and instead smiled when he asked about the steak. “It’s really nice. Ah’m gunna stick you on the grill next time we have a barbeque. It’ll make paw happy to eat something he hasn’t killed and cooked.”

 

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: Haseria -- The Farr Homestead
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Daisy Americus

Kaden chuckled at Daisy's reply. Naturally the dead had no need for food. It was the simple fact they were both joking or laughing about the reality of his past that made the moment what it was. This was not something she would have been doing early on in their relationship. When he had first found her after his resurrection, the woman had thrown a rock at his head to ensure she had not been seeing things. Many times he had told the blonde he did not know why his spirit latched onto hers as he tried to find a tether, or a way out of the land of the dead, but it had. Kaden could not be any happier for it. ​

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He knew she compared herself to his former wife, and had since she learned who it had been. Despite much effort to reassure her that he preferred his life now, and preferred the blonde, Daisy seemed to hold that comparison in the back of her mind. Kaden could not blame her, but he hoped she knew that he did not have any regrets. ​

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The simple life suited Kaden. Yes, he took contracts for the Confederacy and found himself fighting in their wars and battles, but that was because it was what he knew to earn a living. He would have been her Warmaster, a thing Kaden never talked about because it never happened. His life then was so much different than it was now, and one thing Daisy had made him realize was just how much he had missed out on. While their people were people of war, it was never meant to be a constant state of living. The farmstead he now had was something many of his people tended to during times of peace. Though it was not until he met Daisy that Kaden knew what peace was, or what it could look like. ​

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"Always," he said as he sat down. "I figure that I will be spending the rest of my life making it up to you, the fact I made yours a living hell for some time." he grinned. "Though I am beginning to think haunting you was the best decision of my life. Not sure we would have met any other way."​

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Maybe they would have, but Kaden did not know for sure, and the last thing he could imagine was life without her. Yes, Selene, his mother, was the reason he had made it back among the living. She had ensured he survived hell. He would always owe for that, and the time would come when she would expect him to repay her kindness. He also hoped she wanted him to be happy. Though Kaden could not be sure. His mother was a topic when for when the tihaar was flowing however.​

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Kaden smiled at her answer about the shirt. He was almost certain of the answer before he asked. His smile was only widened by her reaction to the steak. It seemed he cooked it perfectly for the blonde, and Kaden could not have been more pleased. He made an effort to go out of his way to make a casual evening something more than just another visit. It was important to him that Daisy felt like this was her home as well, or that she could always count on Kaden to be there for her even when she did not think she needed him. It wasn't anything other than the picture of what a shared life could be for them, but more and more it was something Kaden wanted.​

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"I think I still have that shirt from last time we painted," he chuckled as he made quick work of his steak and the potato on his plate. That was one part of being a warrior that would never leave him, the need to eat quickly, even when there was good company to enjoy. One never knew when they would be called away to fight.​

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"No, no rush at all. No job, no new mission. Just wasn't sure when you were thinking about painting the room, but you it does look like you came prepared to spend the night," Kaden said with another blush. He shouldn't have been, but Kaden had not been with anyone since Yasha. No one had been in his bed, and it was something he often thought about where Daisy was concerned. "And I am glad you like the steak. Maybe me manning the grill would keep your pa and brothers from wanting to make me disappear."​

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It made sense they would not want anyone getting too serious with Daisy. At the same time, didn't they want her to be happy as well.​

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Kaden took the final swig of his ale before speaking again.​

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"You don't have to take the couch either. If anyone is taking the couch it will be me. It's no effort at all to get the guest room ready, and if you don't want to put me out we can always share my bed."​

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This time he said it. They were adults, they were mature. It was just sharing a bed right...​

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right...​

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"I mean... you know... that is... if you wanted to and what not... I can always still just take the couch..."​

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Maybe it was time to paint...​

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