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xhellxboundx · 7 years ago

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Cultural Misunderstanding||Drabble

For Dana it had at first been his bright red skin tone that attracted her. The color was unique, but that fact that it covered a very muscular and attractive frame did nothing to deter her. She had a boyfriend...this was harmless...it wasn’t like she was going home with him. Sure she’d have liked to take him on a test drive but she wouldn’t do that to Carver. Carver was already out of his element for her, it would be one thing if they broke up, but if they broke up because SHE cheated on him, she knew he’d never have a normal relationship again...so this...it was harmless.

“Okay...look...this is really weird but...like can...I touch you...” Dana flushed as that wasn’t how she meant it to come out. He laughed then grinned wickedly, “Wherever you’d like.”

“That...is not what I meant...I mean...we don’t have...red people here, I was just curious if your skin was like ours or different,” now she could barely look at him.

“We’re almost the same color now,” he chuckled wickedly, he stared at her intently, “You’re embarrassed cute, that doesn’t happen to Sith women much, they’re very blunt,” he held out his arm for her, still smirking wide.

She smacked him on the arm lightly, “Shut up,” she bit her lip a little then reached out and gingerly put her hand on his arm and was actually surprised to find the texture to be a little different, much smoother almost like it had less texture but it was much...tougher. She had scarcely realized that her hand was moving up and down his arm squishing at him with wonder. There were sharp bony protrusions near his elbows and shoulders, his joints seemed to be...harder than humans, she came to the conclusion their bones were much more dense. She only realized that she’d probably been touching him longer than what was appropriate when he reached out with his free hand and brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, “Humans are so soft and fragile,” he muttered. She was red one more..she noticed black claws at the tips of his fingers instead of nails...it occurred to her that Decimia didn’t paint her nails black that they were naturally that color. His hand was in her hair brushing down the side of her neck, then tracing her jaw line.

It was a bar they’d taken them too, Decimous seemed to be infatuated with trying the different beers and liquors that they had and now that they’d calmed down Decimia was speaking amicably with her brother. The Irish folk that worked under Fae mulled around as usual, but many of them watched Dana. They knew their boss would be pissed, a quite a few sent him messages to inform Fae of what his daughter was currently doing. Of course they also were stupid enough to try to intervene.

Dana swallowed hard Oh boy, “Um I didn’t mean to...I was curious...I guess I got a little out of hand, sorry...” she said quickly, of course it would be easier if he wasn’t attractive, “You see, I, um, have a boyfriend and he probably wouldn’t be so thrilled with this...proximity...actually he’d probably lose his shit.” He was smirked at her now and his thumb traced her lip, “I know you have a mate, but I know you also want me, I have no problem satiating your curiosity.”

“Um...” she nearly really did match him and she pulled her head away from him, “Why do you...How...”

“Which part, one of them is clearly obvious,” he smiled amused and smug at the same time as he prodded around in her mind a bit more, he reached out cupping the back of her neck and tugged her back to him, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “Let’s be honest, I could have you right here if I was so inclined.”

“Whoa whoa, Excuse me?” Dana started to stand but he shook his head.

“Shh, sit back down,” he said using mind control to get her to listen.

At first she did just that before shaking him off and standing again, but then she felt an indescribable pressure in her head...not her head...her mind. She was far closer to him than she wanted to be. He was speaking in her ear now but she couldn’t quite grasp the words. She picked up the word ‘Mate’ and children and panicked but slowly her body started to not respond. Just as suddenly she was on the ground.

“Savicious! We are not at home that is unacceptable,” Decimia stood in between them. Dana started panicking, “W-what did he do to me? What...How did he?” her eyes were wide with terror as she somehow felt violated.

“He tried to dominate your mind, a common tactic when one isn’t getting what they want fast enough, or if one happens to be a control freak, or if one happens to be a prick,” Decimia narrowed her eyes implying it was the latter option.

“You have no right, little sister, or have these human made you forget your place,” he sneered.

She rolled her eyes, “My place is about to be with my foot up your ass, leave the girl alone.”

“M-my mind, he...violated...my...he was in my head,” fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she started hyperventilating. She couldn’t help but think she should have listened to Ark, she shouldn’t have brushed him off. Everyone was staring, no doubt once again many of them had sent messages to their boss to tell him something was definitely very wrong. Two of the men moved cautiously to pick her up off the floor.

“It’s alright lass, yer father’ll be here soon,” one of them muttered to her, actually hugging her as she clung to him tightly.

“I will have her, but first I apparently must remind you where you came from,” Savicious said calmly.

Decimia was protecting the girl’s mind, she’d grown fond of the Lehanes even the lewd son. Dana, however, had a bit of a soft spot as she introduced Decimia to the world without even questioning why she didn’t know things that were pretty basic to humans. Not only that, but she actually seemed to delight in showing her things that were new to her. Decimia could feel Savicious switch his focus from Dana’s mind to hers, and he wasn’t nearly as kind to her as he tried to force himself into her mind. it was excruciatingly painful. She got the distinct urge that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take her mind but just wanted to cause her pain. That was when the physical fighting began, a hard right hook to the side of her head jarred her and made it hard to focus on keeping him out of her head. She heard Decimous warning others not to interfere, that this was a family matter that would be resolved quickly. She wasn’t going to let him beat her that easily. She focused on keeping him from her mind but let instinct take over in the physical battle. She didn’t know if Fae was aware or not but that was something she’d learned indirectly from him. He’d done it in sparring matched with her, the fights became vicious. Just like this one was becoming but this wasn’t for fun. Savicious was trying to beat her into submission. There was a lot of blood already, though she was pleased to note it wasn’t all hers. It took all her Force control to keep him from her mind so her only option was physical. He was bigger than her...stronger, and was a pureblood they were more durable. Eventually her only course of action was to continue to stand back up she didn’t have the strength anymore, to do anything else but give him a ‘fuck you’ glare.

“Stay down sister,” Decimous whispered softly, she must have looked like hell as he actually sounded concerned.

“Take his advice,” Savicious sneered, still she stood, and he advanced on her.

“Enough brother,” Decimous said softly, trying to keep his voice from sounding like a command and more like a request lest he have to fight his brother as well.

She realized she couldn’t see, her eyes must have been swollen shut, but she heard Savicious growl and advance towards her once more. She actually flinched but the blow didn’t come.

“We can discuss this later when you can see again,” Savicious said tersely. He felt a little bad, she realized. In Sith culture a spat like there’s wasn’t uncommon and it wasn’t a lack of fondness, but just an extremely violent culture. She heard him retreat and then he was like a collective breath had been let out and she could heard everyone in the bar again. Dana was shouting profanity, as were a few others...it took her a moment to realize that Decimous was holding them all back. Suddenly there were hands on her and she flinched.

“Easy Lass, gotta get that swellin’ in yer face down before it ruptures your eyeballs,” the accent was different, she realized it was the Scotsman, they called him...or Scotty.

She relaxed a little as he led her about and nudged her forward, “Now just relax, this might hurt a bit,” he warned her. She felt a sharp pain in her already throbbing face and she heard blood pour into the sink but she felt the pressure in her head lessen and she groaned a little in relief. She realized after a moment that she’d be able to see if it wasn’t for the blood in her eyes. The Scotsman wiped the blood from her face, “Stay over the sink, I’ll get ya some ice,” he told her.

She could have started healing herself but she wasn’t sure she was ready to trust that her brother wouldn’t invade her mind when she let her guard down. Blood was in her eyes again, “Is Dana okay?” she asked to no one in particular. The room went a bit quiet though so she wiped the blood from her eyes, a bit worried her brother had come back but she found she was looking across the bar at Fae. Dana was clinging to him tightly, she only stared at him briefly before immediately looking away. She normally made a strong effort to keep others from seeing her as weak or vulnerable but now she felt like wounded prey. She had done nothing but display confidence and sass in his presence, but she had no strength to hold any masks. She felt a familiar calming presence and suddenly Ark was at her side, with the Ice, the Scotsman had told her he was getting. He pressed it to her face, when she flinched he apologized but didn’t pull back. She adjusted to the change in pain levels and relaxed, “No one answered me,” she muttered.

“I’m fine, Jesus, what the hell were you thinking?” Dana said finally.

She chuckled softly, “Mostly...ouch...and my brother’s a dick,” it earned a few chuckles...perhaps she had a little strength to hold up a light mask, but it was easy to see through.

“I should have listened to you Ark, I am so sorry...I didn’t...” Dana shook her head.

Decimia shrugged, “Culture misunderstandings, if I understand correctly it happens between your own people,” she muttered, “Though...I’d avoid him, his ego is still sore.”

“I’ll kick his fuckin’ ass and sell him as taxidermy,” she growled.

“Probably not the best thing to try lass,” She heard the Scotsman behind her.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Decimia muttered.

“Concussion,” Scotty informed her, “We should get you to a medic.”

“No, I’m good,” Decimia muttered forcing herself to stand up right, the world spun a little around her, and everything hurt, her hand reached out to steady herself on Ark’s shoulder, her back was now to the rest of the bar still refusing to look at the Crime Boss, “I just need a little air.”

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