#Darth Talon || gloomfaithed

[its-a-full-galaxy]

"In a kinky way or a bad way?" (for Darius)

Dialogue Responses || "I could ruin you."

Darius choked on his drink, coughing hard as he aspirated. It took him a few minutes to calm his coughing fit, but that didn't stop his cheeks from burning with embarrassment. He covered his mouth, still coughing as he tried to regain some of his composure. It didn't work.

Finally, he cleared his throat and tried to look as dignified as a flustered Mandalorian could. "I uh... didn't think you could hear me," he muttered with a forced cough. He tried to think, to get past the shock and stumbling his brain was doing now that he was found out.

He'd meant the former, a stray thought threatening to become a heated daydream. But now that he was on the spot, he wasn't about to admit it.

Darius shook his head. "It's--it's nothing. Just a stray thought muttered out loud."

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Darius grimaced. Mind compulsion was something he was unfortunately intimately familiar with.

'May the Darr'thumrbians never find it out,' he thought and nodded.

"Psychic compulsion is shady at best, disastrous at worst. I think the Clone Wars at the end of the Republic era and the beginning of the Galactic Empire would've sounded warnings about what those kinds of things can do."

Rising to his feet, Darius pulled out a few credits from his belt and set them on the table, a tip for his server.

"So," he said looking over at Sith, "since we're going to be working together, what do I call you? I'm fine with being 'Mando' for the time being, but I'm not really familiar with Sith customs."

“what did you do, wake up this morning and say “today i’m going to ruin a man’s life”?” — Darius

His question did cause full lips to pull into a surprised smile. "It's not even noon yet and I've already ruined your life? I'm on a roll."

Working with Mandalorians wasn't something Talon did very often. There was a mutual distrust, though there was something different about this one. He was clearly not as vary of her as he should be and surprisingly respectful. It also helped that both of them had a similar sense of humour.

"All I want is for you to support me on that hunt. The mark will see me and keep running," she pointed out. Which would be smart of the mark but irritate her to no end, considering the species was a shapeshifter and Talon had already wasted days chasing them.

"It would be much faster if we work together and you'll be rewarded of course. I don't even care for the bounty." She was just following her Master's order and had no interest in riches or valuables. Her Master provided. All Talon wanted was the glory and the praise.

There was a challenge in her sulfur eyes. "Unless you think you don't have what it takes to hunt a shapeshifter? It's one of the hardest hunts after all."

[scrrcwdestined]

That girl is vicious, she's vicious

Got venom in her kisses

She's wicked, she's wicked

Yet somehow so delicious

And I love how she devours me

Just might make her my missus

She's vicious, she's vicious

Got venom in her kisses

(x)

[Feat @gloomfaithed ]

[stargone]

ZHU XUE LI & DARTH TALON : a playlist. ( @gloomfaithed )

1. the alchemy / taylor swift. 2. sugar / sleep token. 3. hit me up / timethai. 4. slow down / chase atlantic. 5. aphrodite / rini. 6. she calls me daddy / king mala. 7. sway / so below. 8. miracle / bad omens. 9. winter soldier / young medicine. 10. cruel / jackson wang. 11. the summoning / sleep token. 12. espresso / sabrina carpenter.

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@gloomfaithed continued from [here]:

For a moment Talon just stared at him like a deer in the headlights. There was a paper bag in her hand. She moved closer to him and handed him the bag. It was full of snacks. Spicy crackers, sweet little candies, fried vegetables and puffy cheese balls. "I felt like having a little treat."

His posture changed upon seeing the bag's contents, his neck straightening in pleasant surprise. He reached up to remove his helmet, setting it on the counter beside them, then plucked a fried morsel from the bag and popped it in his mouth. Whatever displeasure at her excursion Fordo may have had when she walked in the door had completely vanished. Inadvertently or no, she had just discovered his weakness: food.

"Bribe accepted, Darth Talon."

Fordo pulled the flimsi receipt out of the bag and gave it a quick read before pocketing it as evidence. He recognized the location as being fairly nearby, which gave credence to her admission. Maybe she had other motives for being out, maybe not. Where she got the loose credits to pay for it without them noticing the transaction was an additional question, but if it was being used on food, he didn't really care.

"If you want to visit the night markets again, I could always escort you sometime."

After confiscating another snack, he handed the bag back to Talon. He glanced at the chronometer above the stove as he dusted his hands: it was half past three in the morning. How fitting, he thought, that she'd be out during the witching hour.

He sighed, curling his fingers around the edge of the countertop. It would be a late night's walk back to base, one that he didn't really feel like making, especially not when it meant leaving behind a bag of warm treats.

"I'm off tomorrow." He met her yellow eyes, fingertips tapping rhythmically as he deliberated, then nodded towards the viewscreen in the living room. "Wanna watch a holo?"

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⛓️ for Darius 👀

Darius was held on his knees, his arms shackled and held behind his back as his captors presented him to the Sith. Blood dripped down his forehead, a gash from a previous strike making his glower no less menacing.

One of the aliens stepped forward, gesturing to the man. "A Mandalorian aid of former Emperor Fell. One who assisted in Fell's escape," they buzzed as its companion presented his bronze-colored helmet. "We present him to you as a gift, his death a sweet fruit for you to take."

Pale gold eyes smoldered behind damp, dark bangs. There was a fury in those eyes, a promise of violence once he was free, an assurance that had his hands not been bound and his body not forced to his knees, the mercs holding him wouldn't be alive if given the choice.

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"There   is   more   to   being   a   Sith   than   lightsabers.   We   Sith   are   not   barbaric.   We   are   warriors,   but   we   possess   a   culture   and   a   civilization   to   rival   any   in   the   galaxy.   What   truly   differentiates   the   Sith   from   the   Jedi   is   our   philosophy   -   and   our   way   of   understanding   the   Force."

@gloomfaithed   - an  independent,  selective   DARTH   TALON  from  the  Star  Wars  Franchise.  Legends  and  headcanon-based  with  canon  compliance.  Written  by  Lea  (she/her,  30).  May  contain  triggering  themes.

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It was late at night when Talon snuck through the pitch black darkness. Her target was a sleeping Darius. She crouched, calibrated her move and then pounced on his form like a cat, settling on his chest. She was just playing. "This could have been very dangerous for you. You shouldn't let your guard down," she teased, her eyes glowing yellow in the dark.

Darius should not have been on watch that night. He knew it even before he told Talon he'd take the first watch. He knew it in the ache in his neck from wearing his helmet too long, the fogginess in his thoughts that kept him from thinking too far ahead, and the sigh his entire body seemed to give as he leaned against the wall of a rusted-out hut.

After nearly two weeks of tracking the Clawdite down, they finally found the grifter's regular routes. All they had to do now was wait for them to show up. But finding them had been rigorous. Between using skills he hadn't needed in years and re-exploring a place more developed than the last time he'd seen it, it took every skill and trick Darius had to get this far in the job.

It was exhausting. Not that he'd ever let on with Talon around, she had too much energy for him to even feign exhaustion.

Unfortunately, he was too tired to feign anything right then. As the minutes ticked by, Darius's head began to tilt slightly, his arms folded securely against his chest. Despite his best efforts, the caff and caff concentrate he'd consumed, the Mandalorian tucked his chin against his chest plate as his eyes drooped closed.

A soft snore escaped the Mando, his mind finally making itself at ease when something pricked his mind. Something familiar, mischievous. Nosey?

He heard the Strill in his dream and was about to call to it when something large slammed into him! Instinctively he tried to roll but whatever pounced him was already on top of him, pinning his folded arms to his chest

"Haar'chak!" he barked, still dazed between asleep and awake. "Vi chur ram'or!"

Then he heard the voice and stopped, blinking behind his vizor as he saw just who was on top of him. He blinked a gain and let out an aggravated groan as he wiggled his arms free. He then let out a calming sigh as he rested his hands on either side of her hips.

"Ohhh Talon. Uh, yeah it could've been very dangerous for me, falling asleep while on guard. But not killing me in the first stroke could've been very dangerous for you too. Pouncing a Mandalorian awake is definitely not a step towards a long and healthy life."

He gave a relieved chuckle and looked up at the Sith. "Then again, you seem to like playing with dangerous things. Heh, I hope this doesn't become a regular thing."

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❝ i think eventually i got so used to the chaos and the pain and the toxicity i began to look for it. ❞ (for Darius)

Darius sat beside Talon, watching her as he rested his forearms on his knees. He nodded understandingly, recognizing the pattern she described in his own life.

"Yeah," he said in a low voice. "It's easy to do, falling into the patterns you know. Whether it's chaos and pain or suffocating structure, we like being with what we know, even if it hurts us. But the hard part, the terrifying part of being alive is healing.

"It's facing the demons we don't know so we can stop feeding the demons we do, and like pulling out barbed vibroblades from a stab wound so you can stitch it up."

Darius looked over and put a hand on Talon's shoulder. "But I can tell you it's worth it. The healing you get, the strength you get, the ability to roll with things as they come... It's worth enduring for. It's worth changing for."

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@gloomfaithed asked : " how do you stand society events? "

xue li moved to gently intertwine their fingers, squeezing talon's hand as if to comfort the other. she was well aware things like this was not her strongest suit nor something she was ever really taught upon. even as someone with knowledge on how to act according to societal standards, zhu xue li struggled during these parties and events. they were not easy by any means, especially to someone who was in a way very disconnected. there is a pause, trying to figure out the best way to answer that still had some honesty mixed into it. head turns and tilts to look at talon, half smile curling at rouge painted lips as the female stepped closer to the other. " i'm just doing my part. i also look forward to going to bed directly after if i am completely honest with you. " xue li admitted around a laugh, squeezing talon's hand once more for another wave of reassurance.

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