Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael didn't wait for her to finished her words. He heard the beginning of it, and that was enough for him in his primal state.

He had already identified what he'd seen, the sweet supple skin on her neck, the taught white that begged to be bitten, to be stripped, to be fed upon. Before Kira could say it, Soliael jumped at her. There was no other word for it, no phrasing that would have made the act seem kinder or more gentle. From his position on his knee's Soliael lunged at Kira, every ounce of strength that his muscles had retained, every stressed tendon, every flexed ligament jerked forward.

His arms snaked around her, one resting below her head, the other curling behind the small of her back.

She was pushed to the floor, pressed against the cold marble, shielded from the impact of the hard push by Soliaels protective embrace.

Soliaels teeth sunk into her, breaking flesh like a lightsaber cut through butter. All four made it through her skin, puncturing neat circles and immediately drawing blood. He fed from her, as readily as he would have from any other being. He embraced her upon the ground, holding her tight and pressing her close to him, laying on top of her as he quickly began to drain the blood from her body.

It happened fast, a matter of seconds between her offering, and his taking.

The vitality returned to him almost immediately.

Scabs began to shrink, cuts thinned, broken bones reset and fused together. As Kira's life was drained, Soliael was made whole again, his body taking the blood and breaking it down into pure energy, energy used to heal. The effects on his body were marvelous, the effects on his mind were nothing short of malicious.

The primal urge rushed through him, the need to kill, to eat, to completely and totally drain Kira dry spiked through him, reaching new heights with every drought from her throat. Powerful rushing emotion flaunted through him. Rolling tides of instinct, to hunt, to kill, to protect himself, to protect what was his own.

To protect.

It was a thought that resonated, that shook, that tore him from one primal urge, to the next.

His sunken teeth came loose, canines and incisors retracting from her neck. Heavy panting breaths spilled from him, blood staining his lips and teeth. His eyes shifted to Kira's face, and before she could object, Soliael once again kissed her.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira couldn’t believe how fast he moved. One minute he was on the floor, looking at her. The next he had her down on the floor, underneath him. he latched onto her throat, cutting her vein with a quick strike. Pain registered, her back arching against him as she gave a gasp.

Her heart would feel as if it were thundering in her ears, fingers curling and flexing at his sides. It hurt, there was no denying that. The sucking sensation tugging at the curve of her throat with every drought he took. The Lorrdian couldn't tell just how much he was taking from her, but it was enough to start making her feel woozy and light headed.

The pain would ease, and in it's place was this odd floaty sensation, as if she were but a cloud. Maybe this was because she wasn't struggling against him, and instead, was actively attempting to keep a measure of calm upon the both.

Either way, calm or no, his heavy weight was upon her, and she couldn't help her quickening breath. Finally she felt him withdraw from her neck, four small crimson circles trickling blood in his wake.

"Sol-" his voice was but a husky whisper, a reminder. One that was immediately cut off by the sudden press of his lips against hers. He caught her off guard, mouth half open as he kissed her. A metallic tang would slip against the press of her lips and into her mouth, her nostrils flaring as the heady scent of blood would linger.

What was it about facing death that brought things curiously to mind? Kira didn't quite know; however, what she did know is that the rush of adrenaline is enough to make things seem... odd.

Had to be. She just had a garhoon at her neck. That had to be the reason for the butterfly effects dancing around low in her belly. Or the way she couldn't help her face from tilting up to meet his, her body unconsciously rising in an arch of her back again.

Nah, just the blood loss. That had to be it. Totally.

Least that is what she told herself when her mouth began to move awkwardly against his.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael kissed her.

The fact that she had never done so before would have been obvious, the fact that she was inexperienced, easily flustered, and more than curious about what was going on would have hit Soliael like a wall.

Normally.

This time however there was no such glaring points that he could look at, not while the primal haze still surrounded his mind, trapped his vision, and held him into place. So instead he kissed her. Their lips touched and moved, and Soliael lead them in an odd little dance. His arms locked around her, pressing her and squeezing her up against him, downright pulling her off the floor and into him.

Newly knitted muscles worked to keep them close together, and the longer they kissed, the faster the haze that surrounded Soliaels mind began to clear.

It was hard to tell how much time passed, seconds? Minutes? Neither Kira nor Soliael were in a state to tell, but as he lead them, Soliael slowly became what he had been. His pupils dilated, his body relaxed, and his kiss became less forceful, more sweet.

Even with the scent of blood within his nose, with red smeared from Kira's neck to her face, Soliael managed calm.

Then, when all was right, he slowly pulled his lips from hers.

 

[Kira Talith]

Everything was a haze. It was too much.

Blood loss has a way of doing that. Blurring time until it was naught but shadows drifting along the wall. Kira felt the shiver of cold, that which he took to spur his vitality chilling her now with its loss. Yet in it was heat. So contradictory. The pressure on her mouth would lesson, but not his grip on her body, holding her tightly enough to crush her softness against his own.

His mouth would guide hers, invading, taking, caressing with a ferocity that would slowly start to gentle. When he deepened the kiss and penetrated her mouth, Kira couldn't help it, she forgot to breathe. It was all drugging sweeps of lips and.. and... tongue that stroked her own.

What.. what..

Her eyes would bulge, and then this made a heel turn very quickly. The metallic copper would sweep into her mouth. Blood. My blood. Hands fisted at his sides, and really one couldn't blame her for her reaction. Almost two days worth of exhaustion and no food. The tang of the lingering sanguine taste of her own blood was too much. Her stomach contracted, that trembling turning into a full blown shudder as bile would rise into her mouth.

It was lucky he pulled away then, because both hands would slam weakly to try and twist away, her head turning to the side. Blonde hair now tinted in crimson would stick to her cheeks, neck and her shoulders, and the heady scent of it was enough to churn the bile in her gut. The shudders of nausea flipped into full blown spasms as she began to dry heave, coughing out spittle and bile.

Painful spasms would rack her body, tears smarting in her eyes as she just couldn't seem to stop.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael pulled back from her, though he didn't drop her. That was the last thing that would help right now, she was still contained within his arms, still held close, if he decided to throw her onto the ground because of a little bit of throw up...well, all trust would likely be gone. Instead he gently unhanded her, letting her move onto the floor and twist herself around.

Obvious concern floated through him, though he understood the reaction.

The feeding had very likely taken a chunk out of her, she had not eaten in days, and the metallic tang on her own blood most likely didn't do good for her either. The utter disgust she must have been feeling towards him probably also didn't help.

Concern pulled through him, and quickly he pushed himself up from the marble floor.

He left Kira writhing for only a few moments, hobbling over to a nearby closet and pulling several towels from them. Seconds later he had made his way back to her, draping the largest of the towels over her like a blanket, handing he several smaller ones and gently petting her back.

“Breath.” That soothe calming voice he had used on the first day returned, and Soliael gently ran fingers across her back to settle her.

The change in him was notably amazing. Whereas before he could barely move, barely speak, now he seemed so full and alive. His skin was alight again, his eyes were focused and searching, and his strength had returned, strength that he now tried to help Kira with. How quickly the tables had turned.

He sat at her side, waiting for her to recover.

It would be a long day for her.

 

[Kira Talith]

Spittle and bile would linger on her lips, head pressed to the cold marble floor. She'd managed to curl into a fetal position, but there was no halting the nausea shivers. Ice would seem to shoot down her spine, and it was painful to try and breath.

Her breath would come in huge heaving gasps, a contrast to the slow gentle strokes of Soliael's fingers intended to comfort her. Finally, one hand would curl round an offered hand towel, a harsh brush of it pressing over her lips, wiping the spittle and the bile. A smear of read still lingered on her cheek, and blood was slowly starting to clot on her neck.

Her lids would flutter shut, just simply trying to remember how to breathe. At least, until the acrid scent of blood took hold again. Enter the lingering vestiges of another smaller shudder of heaving. She began to cough, and honestly felt utterly wretched until finally, she was utterly spent.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael watched her, concern floating on his face.

His hand gently stroked her back, petting her and trying to calm her. She was sick now, her body wracked by so many things at once. He had to get her off the floor, had to get her away from the bile that she had already sicked up. His eyes darted down towards her, and he shifted slightly, knowing that he was well enough.

“Kira.” Soliael said to her quietly, hunching over her. “Kira, I'm going to carry you to bed okay?”

He didn't want her to flail at his touch, to shrink away or think he was going to harm her.

Her already having moved into the fetal position made his job a lot easier. With muscular arms that had regained their strength Soliael lifted Kira from the bathroom floor, cradling her in his arms like a princess. He began to head out of the fresher, making sure to take the towels draped over Kira as long as a third hand towel just in case.

Soliael walked passed the bed they had slept in, instead, heading out of the room and into the hallway before making a quick b-line towards his own room.

The bed in Kira's room was still soiled with excrement, dirt, and blood from their previous adventure of the nights. She would lay in his bed, where he could get her fed and well again.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira had the vague notion she was being carried. She tried to open her eyes, found that she couldn't, and tried again. The effort was exhausting. She ached all over, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, especially her head and her stomach. She was so tired, and ached as if she had a horrible flu.

Her head rests against his shoulder, her face a few shades paler, a bit more clammy. The Lorrdian was so small within the strength of his arms. She still felt so lightheaded. Blue eyes would finally part into thin slits, and blurry vision would catch sight of Soliael's face. The scruff of his jaw, the renewed color on his face.

"...Hey..." came her soft voice, a bit hazy.

"Lookin good..." yeah, horrible attempt at a joke.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael smiled down at her. “You certainly are.”

Well, he hadn't promised he would never lie to her. He wasn't sure how coherent she currently was, if she understood his words, if she understood even her own, but the joke was good. It meant that she was still here, that she was still with him, for now.

With his mind, he called out to the servants, they would be needed.

They made it to the bedroom quickly enough, even with his hobbled leg Soliael still moved at a fairly quick pace. The doors to his bedroom swung open with a loud thud, the bed in the center of the room already looking comfortable enough for twelve people, much less one messy Jedi Girl. Soliael stepped over to it, placing Kira onto the bed and sweeping one of the thick covers over her.

A bit of blood still training stained one of the down white pillows below her.

Soliael moved to the bathroom, disappearing for only a second before coming back with a small wash cloth. He took up a spot next to her on the bed, sitting down and beginning to dab the damp rag onto Kira's face, slowly removing blood.

 

[Kira Talith]

The Lorrdian blonde would sink into cool sheets, barely cognizant of the subsequent dip of the bed a minute later. It was the gentle touch of a wet cloth sliding along the right side of her face that caught her attention, drew her sight to focus. Fingers would lightly brush away at the strands of hair away from her face, and bright blue eyes would catch orange orbs.

The right corner of her mouth would give a slight upward tug, it was weak but it was there. "S-sorry...about the floor." she'd say in a low hush. Kira was exhausted, but she was slowly losing the sense of vertigo. Her stomach would turn a bit, and she'd grimace, that lingering taste of bile and blood still in her mouth.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael dabbed away at smears of blood, slowly removing the stains that he himself had created. He wasn't ware that his own face was slightly covered in the same deep red, his lips still stained and his lower caw absolutely covered in blood. He must have been a gruesome sight, though Kira did not mean to mind in the slightest.

“It's alright.” He said as he cleared the last of the blood from her face, slowly flipping the rag and beginning to wipe very softly at her neck. “It wasn't on the carped so we'll be alright.”

Soliael grinned at her, removing the blood slowly.

The soft skin on her neck became exposed again, the slight trails of blood that had been located there fading away to leave only the four thick puncture marks on her skin. They looked gruesome, but an odd sensation came over him as he saw them, a feeling of...pride? He frowned for a brief second, then cast his glance at Kira again.

“Do you feel well enough to eat?” She needed sustenance, not a whole meal, but something to fill her only a little bit.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira was terribly hungry, a need her stomach reminded her with painful cramps. However, she wasn't sure how well she would take down any sustenance. Certainly wouldn't be eating a bantha steak any time soon. Perhaps starting small with juice and crackers would do her well. Something to raise her blood sugar.

"Water... maybe." A grimace would flex over her face, only to smooth over a second later. Well at least the overwhelming scent of blood was dissipating, being wiped away with every gentle graze of the wash cloth over her face and neck.

The Lorrdian caught a fleeting expression drift over his face, a ghost of a frown. "What?" she would ask quietly, blinking slowly as she was gathering her bearings. Her vision cleared and she could see his face more clearly now. A dry smear of crimson was over his face. Her blood. How curious.

Her hand would reach to cup his cheek before she realized what she'd done. A faint tremble ran over it, but there was no denying the brush of her thumb at the corner of his mouth and that crimson stain, as if trying to wipe it away for him.

"Got something there.." she'd joke with a faint voice, again attempting to lighten the situation. He looked terrible. Whatever thoughts lay in his mind certainly were deep enough to provoke such an expression.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael looked down at her, finishing the cleaning of her neck. The four punctures were slowly healing themselves, the blood already having scabbed over and become whole. It would take time for the skin to close of course, and after they would very likely leave another scar. Another thing that marred her skin, though this time it was his fault.

For a brief moment he stopped his thoughts.

Another scar, another marring of her body by a Talith. This time it was different though, this time it had not been done out of hatred, but out of a need for survival. Further more, it hadn't been forced on her, it had been a choice. A decision she had made while fully coherent and lucid. “I don't think you know what you did for me today, what it meant.”

Soliael said the words quietly, then shifted.

He smiled at her comment, almost grinning, then used the same rag he had used to clean her to wipe at his forehead.

“Here?” He said, knowing full well that it was not at all the spot that she meant.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira barely caught the low murmur of his words before his expression would shift into one with far more joviality. Did she fully grasp the full depth of her decision? Likely not, not with her head still feeling the lightheaded due to the loss of blood. That very same blood that ultimately, had been used to aid Soliael and heal him.

That was the bottom line, and honestly, all Kira was really concerned about. That was just how the petite Lorrdian is; ready and willing to come to another's aid regardless of the risks to her own person. As long as he would be fine, Kira would suffer no regrets. A bit naive and most certainly reckless, but it was done with a genuine desire for his well-being.

"No, " came her faint instruction, "Here," her fingers would lightly dribble against his lower jaw, a half smile lingering over her lips.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael placed the towel onto the bed beside him, as if he first intended to locate the source of the problem before trying to fix it.

“Hmmm.” He said loudly in mock contemplation.

With a gentle tug he grabbed her hand, taking her fingers and pointing to his cheek. “Here?”

Kira smiled and shook her head. Soliael narrowed his eyes.

“Here?” Her finger swept to his nose. The blonde woman gave out a giggle, then told him he was wrong once again. Soliael took on a face of hard contemplation, then eyed Kira up and down. “So it must be...”

He trailed off and placed her finger tips upon his lips, kissing each pad gently. “Here.”

 

[Kira Talith]

His lips were like soft suede against the pads of her fingers, her light infectious giggle slowly fading as she would give a small nod.

"Aye," she'd confirm, unable to stop herself from giving a slight caress over his lower lip at that. "There." Kira would say, staring up at his face as he'd continue the gentle press against each pad. Another soft giggle would draw from her at the tickling sensation. A slight shiver ran down her spine.

"Glad you're feeling better." she finally added a few moments later.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael grinned, placing her hand gently into her lap a few seconds after kissing the final pad. Though noticeably, he did not let go of her hand. Instead he held it, almost reverently. He gazed at her with that infectious smile of his, a smirk really, one that threatened to spread like a plague.

“Well, Its amazing what tiny blonde women can do.” His gaze fell to the puncture marks momentarily, then back to her eyes.

Outside the door, Soliael heard a slight clanging of dishes.

It would've gone unnoticed, save for the silence within the room and Soliaels exceptional hearing. He smiled, knowing that his servants has done as asked. He waited a moment more, letting his thumb graze over the back of Kiras palm.

 

[Kira Talith]

There it was again. That mischievous little boy smile. It would remind kira of a couple of the younglings she'd watched over at the Temple.

Her cohorts in arms.

"If you're impressed by that," she'd start, closing her eyes briefly to rest their heavy weight for a bit. "... you should see the damage they do to shins." came her quip in reference to tiny blonde women.

The gentle caress of his thumb would prompt her own. Perhaps it was just the desire for human interaction. Touch. A level of comfort gained just by that tiny stroke that would say, hey... I'm here.

Funny how crazy such a small thing could comfort her so.

Lids would rise again, a slight frown drawing at the very faint sound of rustling outside the door. Her attention would draw past his sitting form towards its origin. That's when she noticed the scarcity of the decor. The spartan like furniture. This wasn't her room. A faint frown would mar her brow as it would furrow.

Wait...

"...I'm not hogging your bed am I?" she'd ask.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I think I enjoy the healing aspects more.” Soliael said as her gaze drifted from him and over towards the doors.

He looked there too, knowing that food lay beyond. He had no idea what the creatures had prepared, but they would already know of her condition, already know she would be drained and tired. Oddly, he remembered that the things had never cooked before. For a moment he considered this, shrugged mentally as if to dismiss it.

He was sure they did fine.

Slowly his hand slipped from her own, an odd sort of longing entering him as he stood from the bed and walked over towards the heavy wooden doors. They opened in front of him to reveal a small tray. Atop it a sat food.

Two bowls of what appeared to be some kind of yellow soup, two glasses of water, some bread, and two eggs.

Soliael raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure how the creatures had managed such a thing in so little time, they were crafty to be sure, but this? Odd. His frowned disappeared though and he quickly picked up the tray, walking over to Kira with that same smile on his face. “Consider it yours.”

He said placing the tray very carefully over her legs.

 

[Kira Talith]

There came a rather embarrassing growl from Kira's stomach as the scent of food went wafting over to her. It only got louder once Soliael set the tray over her legs. Her stomach twisted, and she was caught in between wanting to gobble everything down and feeling that rush of nausea again.

First things first. Getting up into a siting position.

"If I do," she began, her hands sliding down upon the bed to try and scootch herself up, adding a joke. "I might never give it back." Muscles heavily protested, none more than her head there. She gave a small wince.

Okay, maybe she did that a bit too fast.