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Who: Darth Maul (survivalthroughhate) & Reaper (no_reload)
What: After some cat and mouse antics, Maul finally hunts Reaper down for a confrontation.
When: Mid/late April
Where: The Farther Shores
Content Warnings: Language, threats of bodily harm, potential violence, body horror due to corruption.
[Reaper knew there was a problem, knew he had a problem and knew he was a problem. In his deranged state of mind that was full of paranoia and corruption, he was convinced that he somehow had a handle on the addiction that raged throughout his body and mind. How did he convince himself? The household remained safe along with the occupants he had vowed to protect against all odds and for all costs. He hadn't attacked them, had even tried - and failed - to upkeep many duties that would be considered normal.
He was away from the house more, aware that his ever changing body was dangerous. He had also hit the point of always being on the lookout for an opportunity to steal from Sleepers. Never kill them, but he would take their blood without a moment's hesitation.
When he came to realize Maul was hunting him, it stirred a rabid anger all packed around a deep unforgiving hurt that had hit the point of both being completely unreasonable. The corruption made it even worse, so when Maul would catch up with him, he'd flee. The shadows, high buildings, a crowd of people all allowed him to slip away and he provided only a glimpse of his fleeing form with an unhinged laugh.
Sleepers who froze to stare at moths made easy prey. He took from them, then ran away before he could draw too much attention to himself. By attention, he had become a swell of black smoke, tentacles, eyes and mouths, allowing him complete awareness of his surroundings. His form ebbed and flowed like an angry body of water, stirred up easily, but it also provided him an easy way to haul off.
He was aware of Maul on his trail tonight, but he didn't care. He squirmed and teleported away, having drank well in the Boardwalk. While it might seem the worst place to be - and it was - Reaper moved along the Farther Shores where the wind was whipped up on the sand and the spray of the sea was close enough to feel. Reckless, uncaring and certainly bold, he moved along towards the cliffs where he could hide in rocky crevices to avoid Maul's questing.
Go away. Come on. Go away. Help me. Get lost. Kill me.]
survivalthroughhate) & Reaper (no_reload)What: After some cat and mouse antics, Maul finally hunts Reaper down for a confrontation.
When: Mid/late April
Where: The Farther Shores
Content Warnings: Language, threats of bodily harm, potential violence, body horror due to corruption.
[Reaper knew there was a problem, knew he had a problem and knew he was a problem. In his deranged state of mind that was full of paranoia and corruption, he was convinced that he somehow had a handle on the addiction that raged throughout his body and mind. How did he convince himself? The household remained safe along with the occupants he had vowed to protect against all odds and for all costs. He hadn't attacked them, had even tried - and failed - to upkeep many duties that would be considered normal.
He was away from the house more, aware that his ever changing body was dangerous. He had also hit the point of always being on the lookout for an opportunity to steal from Sleepers. Never kill them, but he would take their blood without a moment's hesitation.
When he came to realize Maul was hunting him, it stirred a rabid anger all packed around a deep unforgiving hurt that had hit the point of both being completely unreasonable. The corruption made it even worse, so when Maul would catch up with him, he'd flee. The shadows, high buildings, a crowd of people all allowed him to slip away and he provided only a glimpse of his fleeing form with an unhinged laugh.
Sleepers who froze to stare at moths made easy prey. He took from them, then ran away before he could draw too much attention to himself. By attention, he had become a swell of black smoke, tentacles, eyes and mouths, allowing him complete awareness of his surroundings. His form ebbed and flowed like an angry body of water, stirred up easily, but it also provided him an easy way to haul off.
He was aware of Maul on his trail tonight, but he didn't care. He squirmed and teleported away, having drank well in the Boardwalk. While it might seem the worst place to be - and it was - Reaper moved along the Farther Shores where the wind was whipped up on the sand and the spray of the sea was close enough to feel. Reckless, uncaring and certainly bold, he moved along towards the cliffs where he could hide in rocky crevices to avoid Maul's questing.
Go away. Come on. Go away. Help me. Get lost. Kill me.]
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He sat there in that position for a while, letting his mental and physical strength return slowly. Even so, he knew he was going to have to rest after this for a few days. Both of them were if Reaper's current state was anything to go by. Fortunately, one of Maul's followers had a secondary residence in a small townhouse that they'd told him was always available for his usage. Maul knew he would need to take them up on it now.
Ever the planner, Maul was formulating how to get the two of them there as he got back to his feet and made his way over to Reaper, wondering if he was done puking up all the rotten gunk in his system. That experience looked very unpleasant and he didn't envy his mate one bit in having it all purged from his body. The Zabrak rested a hand gently between his shoulder blades and rubbed gently.]
How are you feeling?
[A slightly dumb question but Maul was trying to gauge if any of Reaper's paranoia and madness still lay in his mind.]
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It also gave him time to suffer through heaving up so much blood. However, that complete body action gave his mind time to fixate on the fact that Maul had hunted him down and hadn't actually killed him. The speeches and replies were muddled in his head, but the common stream was that the Zabrak loved him. It would have been easier to just kill him and Maul definitely had the skill to do that.
He was trying to process that, what it meant for his own emotional state. There was still a rift based on the dumb decision Maul made regarding bonding. He needed time to consider, what with the sore spot he hadn't bothered to fill with anything but blood and overprotectiveness.
Leaned over, he spat bloody saliva on the sand, trying to rid himself of the rancid taste. It might be disgusting on the way up, but it certainly was not on the way down. He breathed hard between spitting, shoulders shaking, but he was aware enough of Maul's approach to not be startled when a hand settled on him.
He moved to shrug it off and step away, but he ended up toppling over into the sand. He tried and failed to formulate his normal armour and clothing and ended up just with a general 'cover up' job of black pseudolooking fabric.]
Like you should have killed me.
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Duly noted. I'll keep it in mind as an option next time.
[No he wouldn't, not unless there was absolutely no other way to stop his mate from causing destruction and death. He picked Reaper up bridal-style and struggled back up the beach towards the boardwalk. Reaper wasn't a small man and carrying him was no easy task. One of his followers met him there, looking sharp and alert even in the Mandalorian-style helmet. 'I see your quest was successful, Lord Maul. Is there anything I can do to help?'
Maul nodded.]
Take me to the townhouse that was spoken of. The two of us need time to recover.
[And so Maul followed them to the nearest Lamp Location so that they could get there faster.]
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There shouldn't be a next time.
[He made a noise of protest when he was scooped up, giving an awkward thrash. Maul was in no condition to be carrying him, and yet he was in no condition to struggle his way out of the Zabrak's hold. There was also too much risk to him to use his powers after purging so much blood.]
You don't need to do this. Just dump me on a bench and I'll make my way back to the house.
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[Since his arms were currently occupied with carrying his lover, Maul craned his neck and brushed Reaper's forehead gently with his own in an affectionate gesture. His voice was so soft that only Reaper would hear him, full of tenderness and love.]
You're still my mate.
[The Lamp Location they went to sent them to Crenshaw. Maul figured this would be a good place for them to rest. With how many Hunters patrolled this district, it was one of the safest in the city. It wasn't long before they reached the townhouse and Maul was handed the key to the apartment within. 'Will that be all, my lord?' His follower asked. Maul nodded to them.]
Yes, you have done enough. See to it that the rest continue to practice their staff-fighting skills.
[Maul managed to get the door open and took Reaper inside. It was a small place that had the musty smell of a home not much in use, but still, it was clean and tidy. Once he had figured out where the bedroom was, he deposited Reaper onto it and sat down upon the edge. His exhaustion was catching up with him all at once and he felt like he could sleep for ten years. Maul stifled a yawn as he looked over at the other man. Now that he'd succeeded in his mission to rid Reaper of corruption, he realized that this was the first time he and his mate had been in close proximity for going on two months.]
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[He didn't even bother to hide how petulant that sounded. He was too tired and oddly confused from the muddle of memories and madness that had been stirred up from the removal of the corruption.
He went quiet, in no position to fight back against being carried around. He was left mulling over the jumble of memories of the places, people and actions he had taken over the past month or so, and even while deep into paranoia and corruption, he had done what he could for generalized precautions. Not many but some. All the same, he had taken a lot of risks and slipped fast. Plenty of people had fallen victim to him and his hunger.
He winced as they went through the lamp post, recognizing where they were and huffing to himself. This wasn't Disaster House. He probably had explanations to give there, maybe. Looking back on it, the corruption would have been obvious, especially to Fern and Varian who had experienced it. Was he going to have to apologize? He hated apologies.
He gave a dead-eye stare at the follower, shaking his head. Anyone that followed that blindly deserved to be tormented, but he didn't have the energy. Instead he just let Maul haul him around and deposit him on a bed. He didn't bother any upkeep on the attempt at clothing by that point. He felt Maul's gaze as he shifted on the bed tiredly and lay down on his side, curling up on himself even as he rubbed his face with the heel of his hand. His skin was paler than usual, and he didn't look well.]
You should sleep.
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That is the best thing you've said all day.
[Maul pulled off the black T-shirt he'd been wearing as well as the jacket, letting them both drop on the floor. The pants didn't matter much given his prosthetics so he just kept them on for the moment. He slid into the bed next to Reaper. He knew this should have been a bit awkward, just lying down next to the man he loved with both of his hearts like nothing had happened in the last two months, but he was far too tired to give it that much thought. They both needed sleep and there was a perfectly good bed here to use.
One of his hands came up, stroking through Reaper's white hair with slow, gentle, and affectionate attention. Reaper felt colder than he should have, which Maul guessed was a byproduct of purging the blood out of his system. As usual, Maul himself was a space heater and so he curled up around Reaper to help warm him up in a very protective manner, rather like a lion protecting its wounded mate from any danger. And indeed, Maul would snarl and growl at anyone who got too close while Reaper took the time he needed to recuperate.]
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[Reaper growled softly when Maul slid into bed with him, but there was little heat to it. He was too tired, too muddled and still feeling an undercurrent of nausea. They had topics to discuss now that he wasn't on the verge of trying to haul off on the nearest person. After all, his eyes found the hand prints that were on Maul's skin as the Zabrak slid into bed with him.
He tolerated Maul being there, even clenched his eyes closed as fingers moved through his hair. The warmth that radiated naturally off of Maul was almost painful with how cold he currently was, and for the first time, his body was slow to uptake the warmth. He sighed from his nose and buried his face into the sheets, what with a lack of pillows to be speared on Maul's horns.
He tried to sleep. That would help, right?]
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The next morning Maul woke up still feeling a bit tired despite all that rest. Not on a physical level, more like a mental one, in that place in his mind where he could access his powers in the Force and now too the one that came from his blood. But he was well enough to protect Reaper from harm and that was all that mattered.
He looked over at Reaper and brushed his clawed hand gently through Reaper's hair. He pulled out his Omni and texted Luz so that the members of the Disaster House could be kept up to date on what was going on with their protector. Then he leaned over and kissed Reaper gently on the temple. His voice was low and gentle.]
Time to wake up, starlight.
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So he was stuck. Eventually, he dozed off despite his reservations of staying here when all he wanted was distance from everyone right now. It was only for a few hours; he was far more of a morning and day and night person compared to Maul. Sleep was a luxury when he was agitated or emotional.
He stiffened as he came out of his doze with the shifting behind him that ended with kiss. He grunted and uncurled from his position, stretching his legs and back in particular. Then he felt the exhaustion from something so simple hit him. No, he wasn't going to fade away in a dusty unused bed. He shifted to move towards the edge of the bed, his movements jerky.]
Alright, alright, you've done your good service for the week.
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[Then he looked down at the bed, crumpling up a bit of the sheet in his clawed hands before smoothing it back out again. He knew what they needed to discuss but he wasn't sure he wanted to. Would Reaper still want him after all this was said and done? He didn't know. But he knew things couldn't remain as they had been for two months, with both of them angry and hurt with one another. Finally, he looked back up at his lover.]
We need to talk.
[They had when Reaper had been corrupted, but given how unstable the man's mind had been, Maul wasn't even sure how much he remembered of Maul's apology and willingness to accept blame.]
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[That pull to protect that household was as strong as ever, and even if he had to crawl, he had every intention of getting back there. It wasn't acceptable to just OMNI in to check things out in his mind, but he had been gone too long as it was. It was one of the only firm impressions of the previous day that he had, aside from the fact that Maul had thrown him in the ocean. That too was vividly clear.
His hair took on a life of its own, rising and reaching like white tentacles towards the edge of the bed where he was headed slowly. It was a struggle, but one he was committed to until he heard Maul's 'talk' statement. He turned his head to peer between strands of hair over his bare shoulder for a few moments. Then his eyes slipped from Maul's face to the visible hand print, mostly hidden in Maul's natural skin colour and tattoos.]
I don't think so. You might have dragged me kicking and screaming out of corruption, but the point stands that you still betrayed me. [Betrayed 'us'. An echo of a memory bubbled up, disjointed and confusing of an apology. Was it a dream?]
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[There hadn't been before but Maul knew the rules of this place were often arbitrary and could change on a dime. And he'd never pulled a large an amount of corruption out of anyone as he had with his lover.
His eyes were steady and he didn't flinch when Reaper said he'd betrayed him.]
Yes, I did.
[He said quietly. There were no feeble attempts to justify himself or point out Reaper's jealous insecurities. Maul just accepted the blame that he knew was justified.]
I'm sorry that I hurt you. It was short-sighted and selfish of me. And I did it anyway because I always do what I want without thought for others and their feelings.
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[He had been on the verge of full beasthood, and he had lost a lot of corruption in a rapid span of time, which wasn't great. His system was hardy, but even he was having trouble getting his physical body into motion properly. He also thought that he might just lay down and stay still for awhile at any given moment.
He stared at Maul for the admittance, as if waiting for the anger and excuses. None came, which had his eyes narrowing as he tried to parse out what the underlying motivation was. Suspicious by nature though never of Maul before the bonding and corruption.
As a rule, Reaper never apologized. It had lost him more than enough in his life, so it felt unusual to receive one. He gripped the sheets and sank down chest first, exhausted.]
So desperate to feel cared for that you'll bond with anything that has 'yes' rolling off their tongue.
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[Maul said the words a little sharper than he intended to but Reaper was being a stubborn ass right now. After having dealt with that the previous day when he'd been corrupted, he wasn't looking to rehash why resting until he was fully better was a good idea. It wasn't like Maul could even keep him there if he didn't want to, not with the way he could smoke out of situations, and it wasn't like Maul could keep him soaked with water indefinitely.
Some of the tension in his shoulders lessened when Reaper laid back down. At least, for the moment, he looked like he was going to stay.
Maul looked down, still crumpling up the small bit of sheet in his hand and smoothing it back out again. He'd tried to plan out what he'd say to Reaper if they could ever have a conversation where they weren't yelling at one another. Now that it had come, he was trying not to fuck it up.]
I've never really explained to you how my connection to the Force works. Perhaps that is partially my fault but you never asked, so I didn't ever tell you. But I'm going to try now. When you're connected to the Force, you can sense all living things around you. You're connected to it in a way that.....I'm not sure I can adequately describe it to someone who's never felt it before. But at its core, the Living Force allows one to feel the Force flowing through you. You're not just yourself but the plants, the animals, the people around you, you're a part of everything and everything is a part of you. It's all interconnected. When I was a very young child, that's how I learned I was Force-sensitive. I'd just go out to the woods and feel everything around me and it made me happy. It is a natural state for Force users to be in, especially those on the Light. Jedi are very communal in nature, they all live together, send out more than one on missions, and have bonds between masters and padawans. When you're Force-sensitive and another person is, you can form bonds with them in a way that you can't with anyone else.
[He paused again, eyes going distant, and a look of fear involuntarily came over his face at the memory of Sidious.]
But the Sith are much more isolated. My master made it clear I was to sever ties to all things and people around me, to bend the Force to my will and obey him, nothing else. I was isolated, and though I didn't realize it at the time, I was also lonely. Though I could feel people around me some of the time, I wasn't allowed to form connections with them. He kept me for most of my life either on Mustafar or Coruscant. The former is a volcanic planet full of fire. There is no plant life and few people. Coruscant is a giant city that covers the entire planet, and while there are billions of people, it doesn't matter. To a Force user it can feel cold and sterile if you're not making connections with those people.
[He focused back in on the present. This was the important part that he would try to explain.]
Even when I came to Deerington, I was afraid to form connections like that again. I had been alone for so long and I thought it was weakness. It was only when I started growing closer to people-- ['Like you' was left unsaid but was implied.] --that I started to open myself up just a little bit. When other Force-users began to arrive, I didn't bother growing close to any of them save my brother. I had been alone for so long and thought I shouldn't want that. It was only when I came here that I could even think such connections with Jedi possible.
[Now they came to the heart of the matter. Maul looked up and over at Reaper.]
Kenobi and I have always had a connection, ever since we first met. Not a positive one for much of our lives as you know. When I went over that day to speak to him, it was to reaffirm I didn't want a romantic relationship with him, that I was happy with you. As for Obi-Wan, he can't feel the same way for me, not after all I have to him. He'd need to forgive me for that and I don't think he ever can after I murdered the three people closest to him. But having a bond....yes, that was important to me. To acknowledge he has a place in my life and that there is a connection with us that cannot be denied. So we formed a platonic bond. It was foolish of me but it was something that I wanted. I didn't think far enough ahead to realize what you'd think of it all.
[He stopped there, his explanation done. He waited to see what Reaper would say in response to that long-winded explanation.]
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Not using his powers meant he was stuck laying around weak and useless in Maul's choice of bed. Worse, he found that he had to listen to the longest explanation of the basis of Maul's powers, some of which he had already inferred from stalking various conversations over the network.
He could say he wasn't interested in such excuses for a personal decision that came with no insight to the reaction of others, but instead, he did lay there and listen. There was, after all, nothing like the Force in his world, and it was honestly pretty wild to think of various species having such a connection to each other and the world around them. No wonder Maul mediated so much. It all sounded a bit too much like Buddhism to him, or at least the interconnectivity part. Maybe more; he didn't know as he wasn't Buddhist.
He lifted his head from where it was resting on the bed when Maul went silent, and he stared at the Zabrak to be certain that this wasn't just an intermission between explanations. No, it seemed that Maul was finished for the time being.]
So this Force interconnectivity has become important to you, and you plan on investing in bonds with many people to recapture that sensation that was stolen from you by your master? It sounds like Kenobi was just the first of many to come, and I do see there are three on your skin. [The other two didn't matter much to him, not when he considered Kenobi the closest thing to a rival for Maul's affections. He hadn't concluded it mattered much anymore to him as he was still in conflict if they could or would reconcile.]
Sometimes I find you act like an impulsive six-year-old, just grabbing whatever you want because it happens to strike you at the time. Normally I don't care because you are your own person, and I've never been one to want to change you. We are what we are, and monsters keep their self improvement to a minimum. I do find it interesting that you stopped at three bonds, but I expect that you met resistance.
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You're not wrong. When I want something, I intend to have it no matter what, and rarely think of the consequences beyond getting what I desire at that moment.
[Which is how he ended up in this situation in the first place. Only now was he being forced to see where his short-sighted thinking had led him. He looked over towards Reaper.]
I stopped because I was afraid I would hurt someone else the way I'd hurt you by forming another one. When I went over to see you that day..... [He sighed and ran a hand over his right shoulder, rubbing it there.] .....I'd planned to eventually ask if you would form one with me. You were important to me, Reaper. You still are. Do you think I would have wasted all this time trying to bring you back from corruption if I didn't still love you?
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It had been endearing in Maul at first, especially given the Zabrak's history with being left with nothing but pain, fear and anger. Even now with many other interactions, he would find it amusing. Bonds somehow crossed a line for him, feeding into his own insecurities of losing everything and having to remain the stoic one. Betrayal dug deep, and he was hard-pressed to let the notion go now that he had it.]
I know I'm not. It's landed you into plenty of trouble, but it is what you are. We all react in the ways we see will get us what we want or protect us.
[Ah, so it took his over-the-top reaction and their big fight to bring Maul's desires to slap a hand on many more people? Well, wasn't that just grand. All of Maul's little friends who ended up not being hurt would have to give him a good slap on the back in thanks. Taking one for the team, as he was used to doing so long ago.]
I think you'll do whatever is necessary to suit your own self-interests, and if it served you to drag me back rather than kill me, you'd do it. You may still love me, but I imagine you're more afraid of losing what we had. It's not like people are lining up to put up with mine or your bullshit in an intimate capacity.
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Of course I'm afraid of losing you. Love always produces fear because we want to hold onto the people that make us happy, those that care about us, the faces we want to wake up to each morning.
[Then the sharpness melted away again and he sighed, trying to be patient. Getting into another fight right now wouldn't be productive for either of them. He tried a different line of thought.]
Gabriel, I love you dearly, but you can be a stubborn old fool sometimes. I may not have as much experience with relationships as you-- [Or at all, but Reaper already knew that.] --but I do know a thing or two about love. And I know you can't love someone without running the risk they might eventually hurt you in some way, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Yet you act like the first time that has happened for us we should just give up and go our separate ways, that this was too great to overcome. That just because everyone has left you means I want to. Yet where am I? Did I run to someone else and cast you aside the first chance I had? I came back to you. I'm right here. I haven't gone anywhere.
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But a fight wasn't really worth it, was it? He could roll off the side of the bed, but there was no way he was crawling fast enough. And he didn't have the energy, and honestly, if this was going to crash and burn as he thought it would, may as well just get it over with.]
They didn't leave me. [He murmured that into his arm.] I left them. Being too close to me ends in pain, so it's better I cut them loose before things get too deep for too long. [He'd been better about it when he was younger, far more committed to try to make it work.] And I expect that you'll find someone else eventually. That's how things work, and Trench won't be any different. Like the bonds, you'll find something new and shiny and grab it in your childish way without thinking. Though, you're far more stubbornly loyal than most.
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[He growled a little when Reaper claimed he'd find someone else as easy as all that. That hit a nerve, that Reaper would think him so flighty as that.]
I've been here over two years and the only one I've ever found that I wanted was you. Sorry to say, you're not that easily replaceable.
[He leaned over, close now to Reaper's face. Time to lay all the cards out and see what came of that. He took a deep breath.]
Gabriel, do you still love me? Give me a yes or no answer. Because if it's 'no', I'll leave. I'll walk out of here and you never have to see me ever again. [Then his voice took on a much more earnest, fierce tone.] But if it's 'yes', you don't get to just take the easy way out because that's what you're used to. You're a fighter and always have been. So fight to keep what we have!
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[No, he wasn't easily replaceable. He had engrained himself into many situations with skills, but relationships had been one of them before. There was something distinctly non-tactical when it came to throwing his cards in with Maul, which was why he thought it better to grip the betrayal tight and let the Zabrak go. Risking another personal loss was daunting no matter how cold and aloof he might come across.
He frowned and even curled a lip to show a threat of teeth when the younger man leaned in close. His eyes narrowed, and the easy most hurtful answer was 'no'. He could do it too, flip off everything they had with a single word. Maul was stubborn though and might call his bluff if he tried. He couldn't easily slip away with his current energy level, and he thought he might puke if he moved too quickly anyway.
So he glared and held his peace for the moment, drawing out the silence as he glared at the Zabrak leaning over him. White hair lifted to curl around Maul's throat and head, caressing shoulders despite the mental command being 'hold'. Apparently affection would slip in there despite his best intentions to keep neutral.]
...I do still love you. But that doesn't mean I've forgiven you.
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Waiting for Reaper to speak, he almost flinched away as his mate's ​hair suddenly came to life.
Huh. So this was now a thing. He supposed this must have had something to do with Reaper's blood type.
The strands moving all in their own reminded him of the tentacles that had flailed around when his lover had been corrupted, but just like those tentacles had then, the hair didn't attempt to harm him. Instead, the locks just gently caressed his skin, tracing patterns over his tattoos, and it felt..... well, Maul was being turned on just a little bit.
He pushed those thoughts down. Now was not the time to be getting horny. Instead, he focused on what Reaper was saying. There was a look of relief on his face when Reaper affirmed he still loved Maul. One hand came up and he gently cupped Reaper's face with his left hand, his thumb tracing one of the scars there. His voice was soft and gentle.]
So don't. I know better than anyone about holding onto anger. Stay angry with me if you want. But let me stay by your side and try to regain your trust.
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He sighed when Maul touched his face, and he thought the admittance was a mistake he would regret. It had taken him a long time to admit to himself that he loved Maul when they had began dating, and it would take him just as long to let that love die without far more serious provocation. After all, Kenobi hadn't been a lover's bond, and that might have been the only reason he didn't shoot the pair dead.
He eyed Maul where he lay, then he nodded. He knew that there would be little chance of sending the Zabrak away after confirming what they had was real, even with anger and distrust boiling beneath the surface.]
It's not like I can throw you out. I don't think I can sit up right now...
[Which was never a position that he wanted to be in. Yet, here he was.]
And don't hover if you're going to stick around.
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He'd never be able to admit out loud how much he'd missed Reaper, just the sight of his lover, having him close by where he could show physical signs of affection or just to talk about how things were going for him in his day-to-day life.
Then he pulled back and got out of bed.]
I won't. You rest now. I'll see if I can make you something to eat for when you get hungry.
[Maul wasn't really much of a cook but he could at least put on a can of soup or something simple for both of them. It would get him out of Reaper's hair for a bit and allow the older man to rest without having Maul around 24/7.]
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