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Mar 7, 2012 2:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 7, 2012 2:17:13 GMT -5
Fair lips met blue ones, and the two lovers shared a soft kiss, punctuated only by the occasional noise from the hallway. It was a light touch, and the time for further exploration of each other's mouthes would wait. She pulled away and the Twi'lek opened his hazel eyes again, smiling eyes at what his lover had to say.
"I wanna stay," Zelada said with a smile after Golda spoke her soft words, a pleasurable sensation still hovering in his senses from the touch on his lekku.
And barring bad luck on his part, he would stay. Golda was a stable relationship for him, something good. He had to admit the last remotely stable relationship he'd had was Koyi, but he'd been hurt from it. For weeks he'd been depressed, and he'd wondered if he'd ever love again. Golda was proving to be the answer to that question, a yes.
If she was afraid he'd leave her, he was afraid of the reverse. None of his relationships had failed due to him. Gida had been sold, Koyi had left him. Those weren't his fault. He hoped they weren't at least, that Koyi had genuinely left because of her smuggling, that Gida being sold hadn't been just to spite him. The doubts weren't exactly nagging, but they had been there.
But he could stifle them and simply look at Golda.
Who'd have thought an interracial couple with a language barrier could do so well together? Certainly not him. What might have been a one-night-stand had grown a life of its own.
He gathered up the sandwiches, taking hold of the food and holding open the door for Golda. He gestured for her to move through, unsure of what exactly would come next.
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Mar 7, 2012 12:04:58 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 7, 2012 12:04:58 GMT -5
It was scary how happy a man could make her. She refused to believe he wanted to use her like Eli's father had. Zelada's eyes were full of warmth and untainted feelings. Golda bit down on her lips as if to savor the kiss they shared. Finally the moment passed and it was time to go. She walked out the room and into the elevator, wondering if the nurse will try to keep her but no words were exchanged. The nurse was a young and beautiful Twi'lek with vivaciously green skin and soft features. Golda's heart immediately skipped a bit, her eyes avoiding any eye contact with Zel, afraid of what she might see. It was enough she caught a coy smile the woman sent to the tall mercenary.
The human paid the bill quickly, feeling another wave of nausea, concluding that this bad she hadn't felt since having Eli. With a deep sigh, Golda left the clinic, hoping to lean on Zel for support. Her expression was a mixture between sadness and melancholy. ”Maybe we could take a walk, the bar is not far away.” It was nearing sunrise by now, a droid should be now serving the last guests before closing till noon. ”Twenty minutes and were are there.” The woman added. It was only a reason to stay a bit longer with Zelada of course as she was in no shape to actually walk anywhere.
Her head was still bleeding a bit, marking the bandage with red. A strange question crossed her mind and the fair brows furrowed. ”What color is Twi'lek blood? I heard it's blue.” The idea seemed really strange but it was even weirder that she didn't know so basic things about the man she was with...Golda tried to remember if she had fought with one of his species, but only a vague hue of blue came to her mind when thinking about it.
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Mar 10, 2012 19:59:38 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 10, 2012 19:59:38 GMT -5
A Twi'lek nurse smiled at him, and Zelada smiled back, telling her hello in Ryl, his first language. It was just a polite nicety, and he turned back to Golda a second later, listening.
She leaned up against him and he draped a muscular arm around her shoulders, which was a comfortable height given their difference in sizes. Yes, they were very different from each other, but they had enough in common.
Golda said something that prompted laughter, and he chuckled accordingly.
"No, is red. Jus' lik'n you."
It was funny the things some people thought. To be true the subject probably didn't come up much outside medical circles, but why wouldn't his blood be red? The majority of species in the galaxy had the same color blood after all. He wasn't particularly an expert in why that was, but he was under the impression it had something to do with iron.
It was immaterial. His attention was more fully on walking with her down the streets of Coruscant, just a pair of figures in a sea of buildings and sentients. Luckily his sense of direction was good and he knew the way.
But unluckily he was, again, hampered by having so little command of Basic.
"Joo tink, Golda, dat joo coul' maybe leern sum Huttese?"
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Mar 11, 2012 5:41:35 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 11, 2012 5:41:35 GMT -5
Pressing her frame to the Twi'lek, she tried to distract herself from growing anxiety. She recognized the language, the same Zel spoke when they were alone, his native tongue but Golda couldn't remember what it was called. Something no human she knew mastered. It only reminded her of vast differences between them, both physical and cultural. Not that it stopped her from getting even closer, letting Zel's arm to wrap around her slim shoulders.
”It was silly I guess, why wouldn't it be red?” She blushed slightly but Golda liked when he laughed. It was a pleasant sound. At the same time, the woman was scared this attachment, this growing feeling of dependance and need to have someone close.
They stepped into the well lit street, one of the main routes going through the Factory District. Sky cars were hovering above, below them was faint shimmer of the Undercity. Coruscant never slept. Her eyes moved from the streets below to Zelada whose skin was of the strange crystal shin in this light. Golda let her hand to rest on Zel's headtail, then neck and finally azure lips. “You have so cute and funny skin color. I haven't seen anything like it, only green, yellow and orange. Purple once. Never sky blue.” Despite headache and burning sensation in her back, she wanted him, needed his touch. After all that had happened today, Golda decided she needed something rewarding to get her mind away from the dead bounty hunter.
”I would love to learn it.” The woman stopped for a moment to turn and look into her lover's hazel eyes. ”I would like to know some of your people's language too.” Smile graced her lips as she pressed them to blue skin of the man's chiseled jaw. ”My aunt knows Huttese but she didn't want to teach me. I think...I think Eliana is afraid I will be hurt again.” Her aunt would never want to hear that what was between Zelada and Golda was serious. Eliana was not a racist, her entire life she would spend around them and never minded. It was not that...Any man around Golda would be treated with caution – Twi'lek or otherwise. The fact that Zel was a mercenary was much more difficult to accept than his bloodline.
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Mar 15, 2012 17:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 15, 2012 17:17:49 GMT -5
Cute? Funny?
Zelada wasn't entirely sure those words were apt, unless he had misunderstood their meaning. That was, he had to admit, a real possibility. There was a great deal he didn't understand, though he had to admit living with Golda had greatly improved his comprehension and his vocabulary. Yes, to be true he had to ask her what certain words meant far more often than he would have liked, but that was sort of the nature of the beast.
As to what she said about Huttese and his native Twi'lek language, that was a little more complicated.
Ryl used subtle movements of the lekku to communicate, accenting words that were spoken. There was even an entire lekku language to communicate in. As a result, it would be impossible for her to learn that language, she simply wasn't equipped properly.
"Das gonna be 'arder, Ryl take lekku to speak."
Zelada peered around the night scenery of the duracrete jungle that was the city as he spoke. Surely they weren't that far now.
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Mar 16, 2012 7:22:19 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 16, 2012 7:22:19 GMT -5
”Of course, lekku. I don't think I will ever have one.” Golda let her hand to trail away from the man's face. She forgot that Ryl was reserved only for Twi'leks which made her feel a bit inadequate. It was another thing that highlighted how different they were. Did it matter? Zel seemed to like these differences, embrace them. ”Huttese will do.” The woman added with a smile, hiding her sorrows.
It didn't take much longer for them to reach a run down building. 'rispy' claimed the letters above but the C was out. No one could really take a moment to repair it, honestly Golda didn't care. The bar made not enough money to bring any solid income. Few stable patrons including an aged Rodian were finishing their drinks, some of them dozing off on a counter. Couple of droids, old as the bar, moved around to ensure all drinks were served or no one was helping to them without paying.
Golda waved her hand in the greeting. They knew her but rarely exchanges any words. Eliana was a different matter, she could chat everyone up, male or female, Gand or human equally. It was a gift her niece didn't possess. The place was filled with smell of old oil and microwaved food but it was a familiar scent, calmed her down a bit. Moments spend with Eliana were mostly good, better than with her own mother.
”What would you like to eat?” She pulled Zel after her to the back storage room and small kitchen. Her vision was getting hazy from time to time but Golda tried to ignore it, not wanting to worry the Twi'lek. She didn't want to talk about the attack, it was too fresh but one the other hand tried to make sure Zel felt appraciated for the risk he had taken.
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Mar 19, 2012 19:41:32 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 19, 2012 19:41:32 GMT -5
Zelada peered around again as they entered the bar for the fourth? Fifth? Sixth time? It was enough that the setting was somewhat familiar, but few enough that he was seeing new details he hadn't quite recognized. The bar was minimally decorated, but here and there were pictures worth noticing.
He had to admit, the place was just as much a diner as a bar, a place full of food that was cheap and more or less edible. It was hardly winning any awards, but then again, did it have to? It was wholly adequate for what it was, and as Golda led him into the back room. Once there, she asked him what he wanted.
His response was a noncommittal shrug.
His concern rested more with Golda, who seemed distant and shaken still. After a long moment of silence he decided to act, closing the minimal distance between them and pulling her into a hug, holding her tight.
"Joo OK? Joo wanna talk 'bout it maybe?"
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Mar 20, 2012 6:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 20, 2012 6:00:12 GMT -5
Not getting any decisive answer from Zel, Golda scooped some bread and meatloaf from the fridge. She tried once to make those weird fungi Twi'lek were suppose to eat but it ended in quiet a disaster with burned mushroom all over the pan. Unfortunately Zelada would have to settle for good ol' human Coruscant cuisine.
She was now focused on slicing the food when Zel scooped her from the careful activity and closed in a tight hug. Golda blinked surprised but reincorporated pressing her warm frame to large, azure body of a rutian Twi'lek. Tears pooled in her pale grey eyes but she wiped them into Zel's jacket with a slow shake of the head.
”It's getting serious...The two of us?” The woman asked instead. The cuts on her back burned but she wouldn't move away. Golda was afraid of what was going on. The more you get involved, the more painful it would be in future. ”Do you think we have a chance? So different?” Her hands moved up the man's neck, showing vivid contrast between the two colors – creamy pink and richly azure. Such unions were not unheard of but not really accepted either. Golda knew how people had looked at Eli, how they judged him.
Why to repeat such scenario? Did Zel was aware what that meant, to be with a human like her? A criminal, thief. ”Your family...Do you think they will be alright with this?” The woman recalled their first meeting when Zelada had showed her the photo of his family. All of them Twi'leks. For sure they would prefer some nice girl of their species to join it, not a human with shady past and a child.
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Mar 25, 2012 15:59:23 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 25, 2012 15:59:23 GMT -5
Did he think they had a chance?
That was a difficult question. Ultimately the answer was a qualified yes. They could stick together, but there was a lot working against them. Two languages, two species, two different professions, and both inclined to roam. By all means, their relationship was probably doomed, but somehow he felt they could work through it.
"Yes," he said with a nod and a soft smile.
However the next question put a frown onto his blue face.
His family.
They were staunch traditionalists, who valued their own culture and heritage. They even had a restaurant and brewery specializing in their own fare. How they would react was likely not positive at all. They'd want a grandchild, and a mixed race one if they were ever successful in conceiving wouldn't be the same.
Still, they knew he was inclined to wander and do his own things. Maybe they'd be more accepting than he thought.
"Dunno," he answered with the frown still on his face. "They's gonna be surprise. 'Aybe good, 'aybe bad. Dunno."
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Mar 26, 2012 4:07:14 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 26, 2012 4:07:14 GMT -5
His reassurance was comforting and Golda smiled, placing her head on the man's shoulder. She could feel warm texture of lekku touching her cheek. It was a strange feeling but not unwelcome. ”I hope so...” The woman said, closing her eyes for a moment. Golda's position didn't let her to see a small frown forming on the blue features but the moment of hesitation told the woman all she needed to know. Zelada had doubts. It wasn't a surprise, Galactic community if diverse didn't look very kindly on such couples. She thought of her own family but Eliana was more worried about Zel's profession rather than species and Eli..Golda didn't want to think about it, that the boy may not accept the Twi'lek at all.
”I guess they didn't spend much time around humans.” Golda said with a sigh, there was not much to be done right now. They were here, they were together, even if soon she was going to Nar Shaddaa. On few occasions Golda offered to contact Zelada with someone about work but the Twi'lek proudly refused , maybe because he felt the need of strong independence. She could relate to this.
Golda freed herself from the embrace, letting out another hiss of pain as the painkillers were wearing off. Most likely the next few days she would spend with Eli and Eliana at home. ”I will finish preparing the food, you can make some coffee. Maybe you could meet Eli tomorrow.” She smiled, but the hesitation was clearly audible in her voice. Zelada always highlighted how he didn't mind she had a son with another man but there was always a lot of doubts about it; somehow fearing the boy's son would reappear one day seeking to contact her.
((if you would like, we can finish here as the 'attack story arc' seemed to be done ^^;; Come back to meeting Eli later or state it post factum. Up to you (: ))
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