Nox's mind could barely process what had happened in the past few days. He had just made his ascension to Mand'alor and the weight of such a title was still attempting to appropriately fit him. The image of him as a lone bounty hunter hopping from one planet to the next seemed so distant that he almost didn't recognize it. He supposed that should have been a good thing, the indication of that difficulty showing how far they had progressed. But, for most of his life, he had been accustomed to that way of living and it certainly didn't help him wrestle with the mantle.
Another reason his mind had been so clouded was because of pure exhaustion. For months, he had campaigned and initiated multiple invasions across the galaxy. Nox was a mandalorian and made for war but that didn't mean he was impervious to fatigue and it was beginning to have its effects. The weight of his limbs had magnified tenfold and it would only be a few days before he shipped off yet again. In that window, he only had one place in mind where he wanted to spend that time and with who. It had been given to him in secret and somewhere offered he could always retreat to. The Solus soared through the air in his jetpack and alone, his path taking him to MandalMotors but not specifically, a complex near it.
Spearing through the clouds to avoid detection, Nox would rapidly dive to one of the higher levels of the building. He counted downwards before finding the balcony he wanted and banked toward it. Swinging his feet underneath, he landed with a slight thud and in a half crouched position before he stood to his full height. Nox could feel the strain in his knees and knew that was clearly a sign of his state of being. A momentary pause happened before he finally stepped forward to the glass door and slid it open to enter. The visor that glanced around completely ignored the interior before he found a certain head of hair sitting on a couch. Upon just seeing the simple locks, the tension bundled in his shoulders and muscles eased out without effort as he relaxed.
Nox was always fighting, either on the front lines or within his mind, attempting to plan how to keep his people intact and not repeat their history. Shale was his peace, one he couldn't find anywhere else and that he savored. Whether she turned to him or not, the glass door would be shut behind him as Nox peeled off his helmet with one hand, revealing his face and matted hair. The final two pieces were his jetpack and chest piece, both of them placed on the table beside him.
More would have come off but he didn't have the energy for it. Without warning, Nox made his way over to the couch and sat on the corner of it before simply falling back and collapsing onto it. Because of his massive frame, his head nearly made it to Shale's thigh and he scooted an inch to nestle it there. Both his eyelids would be shut as he stared up at the ceiling, interrupting whatever she had been doing without apology. A moment would pass until the Solus took a long inhale and then slowly exhaled, his eyes never opening as he murmured softly after, "Hi."
Another reason his mind had been so clouded was because of pure exhaustion. For months, he had campaigned and initiated multiple invasions across the galaxy. Nox was a mandalorian and made for war but that didn't mean he was impervious to fatigue and it was beginning to have its effects. The weight of his limbs had magnified tenfold and it would only be a few days before he shipped off yet again. In that window, he only had one place in mind where he wanted to spend that time and with who. It had been given to him in secret and somewhere offered he could always retreat to. The Solus soared through the air in his jetpack and alone, his path taking him to MandalMotors but not specifically, a complex near it.
Spearing through the clouds to avoid detection, Nox would rapidly dive to one of the higher levels of the building. He counted downwards before finding the balcony he wanted and banked toward it. Swinging his feet underneath, he landed with a slight thud and in a half crouched position before he stood to his full height. Nox could feel the strain in his knees and knew that was clearly a sign of his state of being. A momentary pause happened before he finally stepped forward to the glass door and slid it open to enter. The visor that glanced around completely ignored the interior before he found a certain head of hair sitting on a couch. Upon just seeing the simple locks, the tension bundled in his shoulders and muscles eased out without effort as he relaxed.
Nox was always fighting, either on the front lines or within his mind, attempting to plan how to keep his people intact and not repeat their history. Shale was his peace, one he couldn't find anywhere else and that he savored. Whether she turned to him or not, the glass door would be shut behind him as Nox peeled off his helmet with one hand, revealing his face and matted hair. The final two pieces were his jetpack and chest piece, both of them placed on the table beside him.
More would have come off but he didn't have the energy for it. Without warning, Nox made his way over to the couch and sat on the corner of it before simply falling back and collapsing onto it. Because of his massive frame, his head nearly made it to Shale's thigh and he scooted an inch to nestle it there. Both his eyelids would be shut as he stared up at the ceiling, interrupting whatever she had been doing without apology. A moment would pass until the Solus took a long inhale and then slowly exhaled, his eyes never opening as he murmured softly after, "Hi."
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