Star Wars: the Old Republic
SWtOR online prompts
Author's Note: This... was pure silly fun, honestly. Nothing more, nothing less.
:Affections:
(Featuring my Jedi Consular, Iyani Zarru; Zabrak- and Qyzen Fess)
The soft hum of the Defender's engines is soothing, even for Iyani; who prefers being on the ground to floating in space. But when duty calls, she is never one to turn away.
Rotating her arms and trying to get the kinks out of her stiff muscles, Iya stands smoothly to her feet. A soft pop fills the air as she rotates her left arm some more, and she winces.
Reminder- no sitting for hours on end overlooking taxing paperwork, she thinks with a grimace. Moving over to her bed, the Zabrak loosens her outer robes, letting the brown material slide off her shoulders and down her arms before tossing it onto the bed.
Next, she toes off her boots, leaving them in a somewhat messy heap- (no one is here to see it but me, she tries to reassure herself) –and is in the process of loosening her tunic top, more than ready for a quick stroll into the shower.
But a heavy banging at the door of her quarters brings her up short. Hands still at the top of her tunic, which is partially undone and hanging loosely off of her creamy, brown shoulder, Iya stretches out her senses with the Force.
Once she realizes who is on the other side, she chuckles.
One who never seems to sleep, she muses with some affection. Her hands fall to her sides, and she speaks loud enough for her visitor to hear, even through the door.
"Come in,"
With a swish, the door slides open to reveal a tall, red-skinned Trandoshan. His reptilian yellow eyes zero in on the Jedi, and a low, rumbling hiss emanates from deep within his throat.
Though it may sound threatening to one just coming into contact with the non-Human hunter, Iya has spent enough time around him to discern many of his sounds and body language.
"Qyzen, you're up late," Iya says by way of greeting, one of her brows lifting in question. She sweeps out an open hand in show of motioning him to come in further. With a bow of his head and another hiss, the Trandoshan obliges her.
But she notices that as he comes in, he carefully keeps both of his hands behind his back. He has something, and she cannot see what it is.
But the slight smell of iron and… something else makes Iya's nose wrinkle ever so slightly.
"Greet you in honor, Herald," Qyzen hisses. "Gift for you, from my affections. A show of appreciation to the Herald's kindness."
Iya blinks slowly. Usually she is ready with a reply or words to settle discord- after all, it's one of the main… requirements for her position.
But now, she cannot find words at all.
Because Qyzen finally removes his arms from behind his back to hold them out to the uncertain Zabrak, and blood drips from the hunk of… meat in his claws.
Whatever the Trandoshan has killed, Iya has no hope of discerning, because it is just one bloody mass of flesh. Being carnivorous herself, the sight does not overly upset the Zabrak.
But Iya is dismayed to see that she is going to have to get on hands and knees to scrub out the blood that is continuously dripping onto the floor.
"Uh… t-thank you?" Iya says slowly, almost embarrassed at the way her voice catches on the end as Qyzen shoves the bloody mass towards her face.
It takes all of her Jedi training not to jerk back from his sudden, lightning fast reflexes. Qyzen holds it out, looking at her expectantly.
For a moment, no one says anything. And then Iya hesitantly holds out her own hands, and Qyzen eagerly places it in her grasp.
Blood seeps through her slender fingers, and Qyzen seems to purr with approval.
"More gifts to follow, great Herald," Qyzen assures her.
Iya tries to give him a reassuring smile, and is sure she fails miserably.
"O-okay…?" She is entirely confused, and has no idea how to properly respond to the Trandoshan's randomness. Before she can think of a proper reply, the Trandoshan leans over… and licks her face.
Iyani freezes, completely caught off guard.
"Until later, Herald." Qyzen declares, and leaves the room briskly.
When the door slides close behind him, Iya continues to stand in the same spot, a look of pure bewilderment on her features. Her Master never told her that Trandoshans engaged in such… varied behaviors when trying to show their thanks and appreciation.
She glances again at the hunk of meat in her hand, and then to the blood on the floor.
I hope Seetwo's devotion to me extends to cleaning up bloodies floors, Iya thinks with a sigh.
END.
NOTE: I... was high on giggles when I wrote this. *shrugs*