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Nar Shadaa
Several days ago...
Daxim tutted out a rough tune, banging his fingers on the hand-rest of the chair. He really had no idea where to go. More importantly, where he could take Matayn Black, who was sitting beside him. Their relationship was... Fresh, to say the least. He noticed she still seemed a little shocked whenever he hugged her, even if the effect was lessening. The first time they'd kissed had been some days before, in the apartment they'd been staying in. Since then, all he'd done was hold her hand and hug her before they went to sleep. He was content with that, for now.
But his happiness was dampened somewhat by the planet they were on. Nar Shadaa was not a pleasant place to stay on for too long. The previous night Daxim had heard a blaster being discharged. He had demanded that they leave. She'd listened, thankfully, although he didn't know how she felt about it.
Now, they had no idea where to go. Daxim placed his palm against the chin of his mask and tapped the metal over where he mouth should be. He wanted to take her to so many places, but none of them were really safe. Curoscant, he had heard so many stories of that. But it was the Sith capital now, and he was slightly afraid that the traffic controllers would want her to go with them, and then he wouldn't let her. That would lead to a fight, which would lead to both of them ending up on Imperial bounty lists. He really didn't want that for her. So now he had to decide where she would possibly like to go to.
"Hmm."
He truly had no idea where Matayn would like to go. She would hate the flying part, something he was both amused and slightly horrified by, but at least now he could comfort her with more than just words. He let himself grin ever so slightly at the thought, but in a way that she wouldn't see. He did enjoy hugging her, more than he thought the act would bring. But then again, he hadn't hugged anyone since his sister at age twelve. That was well over ten years ago. He needed someone to hug, to stay sane now. It was like a drug and he constantly wanted more of it. Physical contact was, easily, the thing he enjoyed most about being in this relationship. Holding her hand made him smile, hugging her made him grin. He wanted to kiss her every time he saw her blush, of which she did an awful lot of, or smile, of which she did an awful lot more of than she had when they first met. He wanted to show her she was more than what she thought of herself. Thankfully, he didn't think she'd hurt herself since that night...
He was unsure about how he felt about that night. The brutal, crushing feeling of utter terror had reminded him of the night he'd fought his brother for the last time. Her kiss, though... That had made him beyond happy.
But now he had to think of a good place to go. Somewhere with bounty opportunities but wasn't extremely dangerous...
For years Daxim had worked as a bounty hunter, guide and general Zonju V 'handy-man'. He'd worked on all five major cities, in all eight major continents, in every single habitat Zonju V had. And then he'd tried to take control of his sister's gang and it had all gone up in flames. The upside was that he met Matayn through it. Yeah, the opportunity to hug someone again had been completely worth it. The chance to kiss someone... That was new to him. He had liked it. He had liked it a hell of a lot. The only downside was that he didn't want to take her anyway overly dangerous. He didn't want to bring her to Nar Shadaa, for example, and he never, ever would again. He remembered their first conversation, in the reading room of the Saloon.
"Matayn, you told me once you came from Necropolis. Is there anything there you want to do there, now that I'm here?"
He turned his head on his palm to look at her on the seat beside him.
Several days ago...
Daxim tutted out a rough tune, banging his fingers on the hand-rest of the chair. He really had no idea where to go. More importantly, where he could take Matayn Black, who was sitting beside him. Their relationship was... Fresh, to say the least. He noticed she still seemed a little shocked whenever he hugged her, even if the effect was lessening. The first time they'd kissed had been some days before, in the apartment they'd been staying in. Since then, all he'd done was hold her hand and hug her before they went to sleep. He was content with that, for now.
But his happiness was dampened somewhat by the planet they were on. Nar Shadaa was not a pleasant place to stay on for too long. The previous night Daxim had heard a blaster being discharged. He had demanded that they leave. She'd listened, thankfully, although he didn't know how she felt about it.
Now, they had no idea where to go. Daxim placed his palm against the chin of his mask and tapped the metal over where he mouth should be. He wanted to take her to so many places, but none of them were really safe. Curoscant, he had heard so many stories of that. But it was the Sith capital now, and he was slightly afraid that the traffic controllers would want her to go with them, and then he wouldn't let her. That would lead to a fight, which would lead to both of them ending up on Imperial bounty lists. He really didn't want that for her. So now he had to decide where she would possibly like to go to.
"Hmm."
He truly had no idea where Matayn would like to go. She would hate the flying part, something he was both amused and slightly horrified by, but at least now he could comfort her with more than just words. He let himself grin ever so slightly at the thought, but in a way that she wouldn't see. He did enjoy hugging her, more than he thought the act would bring. But then again, he hadn't hugged anyone since his sister at age twelve. That was well over ten years ago. He needed someone to hug, to stay sane now. It was like a drug and he constantly wanted more of it. Physical contact was, easily, the thing he enjoyed most about being in this relationship. Holding her hand made him smile, hugging her made him grin. He wanted to kiss her every time he saw her blush, of which she did an awful lot of, or smile, of which she did an awful lot more of than she had when they first met. He wanted to show her she was more than what she thought of herself. Thankfully, he didn't think she'd hurt herself since that night...
He was unsure about how he felt about that night. The brutal, crushing feeling of utter terror had reminded him of the night he'd fought his brother for the last time. Her kiss, though... That had made him beyond happy.
But now he had to think of a good place to go. Somewhere with bounty opportunities but wasn't extremely dangerous...
For years Daxim had worked as a bounty hunter, guide and general Zonju V 'handy-man'. He'd worked on all five major cities, in all eight major continents, in every single habitat Zonju V had. And then he'd tried to take control of his sister's gang and it had all gone up in flames. The upside was that he met Matayn through it. Yeah, the opportunity to hug someone again had been completely worth it. The chance to kiss someone... That was new to him. He had liked it. He had liked it a hell of a lot. The only downside was that he didn't want to take her anyway overly dangerous. He didn't want to bring her to Nar Shadaa, for example, and he never, ever would again. He remembered their first conversation, in the reading room of the Saloon.
"Matayn, you told me once you came from Necropolis. Is there anything there you want to do there, now that I'm here?"
He turned his head on his palm to look at her on the seat beside him.