Private Day in the Life

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

It wasn't often Jonyna had lazy days. Between running a company, helping run an order, padawan duty, parent duty, training, and missions...

She hadn't had a day off in months.

But today was Sunday. She had cleared her schedule, gotten herself a chance to herself, and finally settled into the Reaper.

Well...

Herself, plus one.

"Jenny~" She called as she cracked her back in the hall. "Where are you?~"

Jonyna certainly wasn't a siren, but she did have a decent singing voice. She just didn't use it often outside of days at Club Retro, singing kareoke. Yet another tradition she hoped to share with Jenn one day.

For now though.

She wanted to spend the day doing nothing but being with her girlfriend.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Relax

Jenn's duty was for life, and threatened to consume it wholesale.​

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There was always something in need of her attention, either on the homefront or beyond the reach of Onderon itself; diplomacy to be conducted with all manner of potential allies and would-be rivals alike, war councils for her to lead, troops to muster... her commitments kept on piling high, and so she resigned herself to these obligations.​

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But when Jonyna reached out, her heart yearned, and all sense found itself defeated by the tenderness in her heart. The House would do without her for a day, and so would Onderon. Just this once, she would take care of herself, and... glory in the tranquility of the Reaper, and the good company found within. ​

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"Closer than you think", drifted a voice through the ship, melodious and gentle. Beauty without compare, and soon followed by an enchanting melody... ​

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Beckoning Jonyna Si to the place where Jenn had chosen to spend most of her time in. Where better than the hot tub at her disposal, where she could slip out of her beskar'gam and finally trade her legs for a tail? Stars, but the feeling of the bubbling water all around her was simply divine, letting all of her worries and anxieties melt away... and, before long, she would find this wondrous moment made all the more enjoyable through the presence of her darling, her lover, her Moontide.​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

On days like this, Jonyna didn't feel the need to dress up. A pair of shorts, a loose top, it was enough to be considered decent, but loose enough she need not worry about any sort of frustration.

Admittedly, Jonyna preferred it like that. Her tribal nature meant that loose clothes were all that was required most of the time. The rainforest was too hot for anything fancy.

"Mmmmm....I see you're enjoying my accommodations." Jonyna teased as she turned the corner. "Best investment I've made, honestly. Mind if I join you?"

Back when she stole the ship, the Reaper had only been a ship for scout troopers to keep themselves active. Jonyna had turned it into a home.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Gentle Company

By comparison, Jenn was far more... conscious of her body, and apprehensive. There were days where dysphoria caught up to her, no matter the years that had gone by, and where she felt a stranger in her own body, her skin crawling, her every imperfection carving into her psyche. Stretch marks, face structure, her adam's apple - things one hardly ever noticed unless they looked closely, but never failed to make a ruin of her confidence, of the aura of absolute control she projected. Even early on, her helmet had been a refuge for her, a way to keep herself hidden, not merely from others, but from herself. ​

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Although her visage remained bare, her hair stuck to her face, wet as it was, and she preferred it that way - obscuring her features. To say nothing of sober swimsuit she had chosen, covering up the entirety of her torso and stomach and leaving little in the way of contours and shapes, and purposefully so. Offering her dearest lover a smile as she entered, the Ersansyr flicked her wide tailfin at the Cathar in a "come hither" fashion, inviting her within the hot tub.​

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"I think I would be a very rude guest if I denied my host the right to enjoy her hot tub", came the Mandalorian's response, in good humor. "Of course you can, Moontide. Though... with my tail taking so much space, it'll be a bit of a tight squeeze. Though I'm sure my cuddly darling won't mind, mh?"​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

Jonyna could only purr in response as she climbed in, her legs wrapping themselves around that big tail of Jenn's. "Of course~ After all, that tail is so pretty, just like the rest of you."

Jonyna couldn't help it. She saw beauty in all things, in nature, in life, in the darkest of times. She had lived through times where the galaxy was under an iron fist, and times when the worlds she held dear were under attack. And yet...

Those worlds never ceased to put awe in her heart. The landscapes, the people, the animals.

Jonyna was a woman who loved life.

But more importantly, she loved Jenn.

She pressed her body up against Jenn's, letting her fur rub against her Lyrana, before reaching forward and stealing a kiss.

"I see that hesitation, Lyrana. I love all of you."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Gentle Company

A tender flush graced the Duchess' freckled cheeks, even as the scales adorning them began to shift from one shade of blue to the next in an enchanting display. Rarely did... much of anyone seem to comment on her nature, much less accept it. It was simply not practical, for her to slip out of her legs and into something more comfortable, and so she had come to repress what made her the woman she now was. Something forced onto her, something she had not only come to accept, but cherish about herself. Something she could never quite embrace.​

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But Jonyna hardly seemed to mind, to have netted herself a lover whose true form left her confined to bodies of water. Fur against scales, that wide tail offering quite the support for the Cathar to sit herself upon; slick and smooth as those scales might be underwater, the Sentinel of Harmony was undeniably strong, and so the redhead very much trusted her to hold on with her thighs. Content to turn her attention to her Moontide's gentle features, the fiery-haired warrior cupped the feline peacekeeper's cheek, a scaled thumb dragging against it gently. Just as she seemed about to deliver one of those introspective sentences she was so well-known for by now, her darling promptly shut her up with her lips, allowing the Mandalorian to let her eyes slide shut, sinking a little more fully into the moment. This, she realized, was peace, and maybe, just maybe... she could live with it. If she could ever move past her own perception of her place in the galaxy.​

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As a weapon of war, forged to fight, to kill, to win.​

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"I wish I had your confidence, Moontide", murmured the siren, averting her gaze and bringing her head to rest against the Cathar's shoulder. "And - don't take this the wrong way. It means, so much to me that you do love me for who I am. But... there are days where it's just not enough to distract me from the fact that when I look in the mirror, all I see is the boy I used to be. It's not as common as it used to be. I've gotten better about it. But sometimes, I don't see me. I see him. And I hate it more profoundly than I can find words for it."​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

Jonyna let her love speak, and then took a moment. The silence lingered as Jonyna thought. Words were hard, but she knew the right ones would be better than a generic platitude.

"You are you." Jonyna started, sitting up slightly to poke at Jenn's chest. "Your heart, your soul. How you feel in the Force. I love you for that. Not for what you are on the outside, but who you are on the inside. I don't know what it feels like to go through what you're going through, but...I love you. To me, regardless of your bodily functions...you're beautiful."

Words were hard, but Jonyna tried her best with them.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Dream of me, dream of you

Throughout the years, Jenn had heard... so many empty platitudes. So many words that meant nothing, or only rendered the situation even more awkward. People didn't know how to answer her fears. How to deal with the way she felt. Sometimes, trying their best to be supportive only ever made her eyes sink in and her heart drop. Jonyna - could never understand how it felt, for her to feel like a prisoner in her own body. But she had taken the time to turn the words over in her head, and that much, the Mandalorian all too clearly appreciated. ​

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"It's hard to feel like me, some days." Still, she brought her hands to rest against Jonyna's cheeks, cupping them oh-so tenderly, her forehead pushed against the Cathar's own. Lost in her gaze, admiring its beauty, its intensity. Jenn was an observant woman, and she had noticed just how much the Sentinel of Harmony expressed herself through them. They truly were a window leading into her soul... and so she allowed herself this tranquil adoration. This joy.​

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"I love you. I love the fire inside you. I love... the way you mean the things you say. I love how your fur feels under my fingertips. I love your smile. I love how much kindness there is in you, even after - everything thrown your way. You are my darling Moontide. My one and only..."​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

Jonyna closed her eyes, letting Jenn's forehead touch her own, letting the two whisper to each other in peace. "It's not hard, being kind. To me, it's so, so easy. So simple it's like breathing. And...I don't understand how others can't. How greed consumes them. On Cathar, we don't....have money. It's not something we ever invented. It's always been...acts of kindness. Social obligation. You help your neighbor when you can. And...to me...everyone is my neighbor. Everyone lives under the same tree. It's just a shame so many people wanna burn it down..."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Dream of me, dream of you

Silence settled over the lovers, then. Although she quietly heeded the words uttered by her beloved, Jenn found herself listening to the comforting sound of her voice, more so than the words... there were times were loneliness crept up on her, ambushing the proud daughter of Mandalore when she found herself most vulnerable, least expectant. Those hypnotic eyes of hers finally slid shut, abandoning herself to the feeling of Jonyna surrounding her, from the cheeks she held in her hands to the legs kept loosely trapped inside the intimate embrace of her mighty tail - and of course, there was also the warmth of her presence in the Force, comforting even to one untrained in the Jedi arts.​

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"That's not the way my people work." ​

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A profound sadness seeped into her voice, then, as she finally pulled away from Jonyna, tail and all - arms wrapped around that single, powerful limb of hers. Even as her eyes fluttered open, she kept them fixated on the water, rather than the gorgeous woman she adored so tenderly.​

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"... and I know you don't like it. Don't - trust us."​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

It was frustrating to admit at times. Jonyna's own feelings about Mandalorians. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, no, it was deeper than that.

It's that she hated the mentality. The mentality of honor over kindness. This idea of brutality earning you favor, earning you respect. It was so alien to her, and unlike her own culture. To a Cathar, respect was earned through skill at the hunt, skill of the body. Trekking across Amathafa unaided, climbing the mountains, crossing the great Equatorial Jungle, but...

Never fighting each other. Not like that. Maybe a wrestling match, those were held in the roots of the Home-Tree, but...

Never war.

"...My people don't have a concept of war. Maybe we did long ago, but...when yours wiped most of us out, there wasn't room for that. We were focused on survival after the genocide, rebuilding tribes, restoring the lands after they had been burned. War just...didn't have a place. It was pointless. Your culture has built it's entire foundation on it, and...I can't understand that. I can't see the point. My people, we see our entire tribe as family, and other tribes as friends. You help your friends, your family. There's no point in letting the other tribe starve if you have enough to share. And...no point in trying to fight over land or food when there's plenty to go around."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Why we do the things we do

Jenn bristled, when Jonyna reminded her of the history between their people. How the Mando'ade had permanently altered the trajectory of the Cathar as a culture, a people. So, Jenn remained on the opposite side of the hot tub, arms still wrapped around her tail and face resting against her scales, vulnerable and isolated. Forlorn and melancholic, more so than truly afraid.​

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"If you hate it so much", spoke the mermaid at last in that sing-song, crystalline voice of hers, "I don't think this is going to work."​

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It hurt to think of the concept, much less utter the words, but the Duchess had no intention of building a relationship on something unaddressed. The two of them got along well, enjoyed a certain mischievous complicity, but in the end, they could hardly be any more different. Too much distrust for one another's station, their culture, their way of life. Although she had come to cultivate a fair few friendships with the Jedi over the years, Jenn held no real trust in the Order. They intervened where they were not wanted, still, and whether she would cross paths with the more reasonable sort of a self-righteous moralizer was but a roll of the dice. ​

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"I am the Duchess of the New Mandalorians, Alor of House Kryze, and my existence was shaped by war, from my youngest age. I will stop being all those things when I am dead. Can you love someone like this, Moontide? Someone so very different from you, and your culture? Someone who has no intention of stopping her pursuit of glory, of bloodshed?"​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

Jonyna watched her love retreat, causing the Cathar to pout, only to pause and listen to her chosen mate's mournful words. Could this work?

It was a thought Jonyna had pondered. In quiet nights between the two, while lying in bed. Jonyna hated being alone, more than anything. All it made her feel was like that she was back on the run, sleeping in a bed that didn't feel like hers. This ship, it had been stolen, much like others she had slept on. And while Jonyna had made it a home, without others in bed with her, it never felt like a home.

But that pondering had led to her own conclusion. Her own internal resolution long before Jenn had asked the question.

Jonyna let out a sigh. It was only fair Jonyna air out her own past to her chosen mate.

"Jenn, my history with your culture is...complicated. By the time I was born, the days of the Lituko Dom Lyra were long past. I never hated your culture, only mistrusted them. My people moved on, just as yours did. I love you just as I did Giran, the padawan who I trained beside in an era where doing so had us hunted, or Taam, the knight who reminded me to love, or even Sevs, the battle droid who we found half functioning on a backwater planet, and who's brain still helps run this ship. I fell in love with each of them in a moment where I trusted them. And I trust you. Not because of the woman who you are when your armor is on, but because of the woman you are when it's off. The woman I see under that helm, she's not defined by war or glory, she's defined by her leadership. Her empathy. For her men, for her culture, and...for me. If her reservations about me being a cathar, or a jedi, or anything else really mattered, she wouldn't be sitting in my hot tub without her armor, talking to me."

Jonyna's tone was firm, but steady. She meant it. "And if any of what you think would make me hate you mattered, I would. But I don't. I don't hate you, and I don't hate your culture. I don't know if I'd ever adopt it, but...I'm not asking you to adopt mine either."

It was then that Jonyna scooted closer, putting a hand out onto Jenn's tail, idly brushing her scales.

"...I've loved a lot of hearts over the years. Opened mine to so much pain. Had it hurt, had it broken, had it healed. You're the first to challenge it. The first to push me to change my mind. And...I want to keep having my mind changed. I'm sick of all the hate, of all the needless conflict between my people and yours. Not just the Cathar, but the Jedi. The Mandalorians are defined by conflict, but if you've shown anything, that conflict doesn't need to be against us. Against me."

Jonyna considered her next words very carefully. It wasn't something she asked lightly, but she needed to. She couldn't let Jenn be chased away. Not another one.

"...I want this to last forever. I wanna marry you Jenn Kryze."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | The Reaper
| Objective | Decision of a lifetime

Though she finally dared to turn her luminescent gaze towards the one she had chosen as her mate, the Ersansyr's reaction at the mention of Jonyna's past loves was... telling. Baring her fangs and letting out a low hiss, eyes narrowed and features shifting, nails elongating and body growing tense. One of those had left her Moontide alone in bed, one day. Abandoned her. If she ever got her hands on them, she would find a visceral, savage joy in returning the pain they had brought to her beloved a thousand times over. Past trauma had made her an aloof figure, burying her emotions and smoothing out the grayness of her normalcy, but when her loved ones were involved, anger all too easily clawed its way out of that pit of her own making.​

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"Jonyna", rose the Duchess' voice, an edge of warning creeping within it, and even frustration. Not quite anger, but frustration, all the same. "You're not- you don't understand what I am trying to say! I am the woman in the armor, just as much as I am the one beneath, and if you can only ever love the latter, then we're never going to work out." ​

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Instinctively, her tail slapped against the border of the tub, sending a fair bit of water splashing about. When she found herself so clearly agitated, the Ersansyr's body language all too easily translated into her tail, so much more expressive than her legs could ever be... and her features, often so stoic and cold, showed just how increasingly powerless she felt to put her feelings into words, to be listened to, not merely heard. Taking this kind of tone with the Jedi hurt, but her emotions were spilling out at last, and they would not be contained. ​

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"I don't want to break your heart again. Too many people already have. But if this is to get serious? If you want us to be more-"​

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Jonyna was not done talking, she realized, and those words, so charged with meaning, with implications, hit her with all the force of an arrow to the heart. ​

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Desire. Tenderness. Warmth. ​

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Fear. Doubt. Worry.​

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"... if Varys accepts you", came her eventual response, her gaze drifting to the fingers tenderly caressing her scales, lost in contemplation, in appreciation of this acknowledgment of her nature. "And if... you can find it in yourself, to love the rest of me also, as I have said. Then..."​

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Her gaze returned to the Cathar's eyes, drinking in all of the emotion laid bare within, her hands slowly coming up to cup her cheeks once more, pulling her closer after some effort working her tail around her midriff. They were so close, now. So very close.​

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"Then you and I will have our wedding, on Cathar. Bind ourselves to one another, for however long we live."​

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Tender, salty lips caught Jonyna's own in a tender kiss that soon gave way to hunger.​

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Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jenn Kryze

The kiss was met with a soft, low purr. Safe. She always felt safe in Jenn's arms. Jonyna's old tail coiled about Jenn's, wanting nothing more than to feel her, skin on fur. Jonyna let it linger for what felt like ages, but finally pulling away, curling her head to let her forehead touch Jenn's. "I'll have to talk to your daughter then, because I already love both of you." Jonyna paused, her soft smile turning into a pout. "As for my own heart...Jenn, I've seen you on the battlefield. I've seen you in your home-grounds. Before I was a jedi, I was a rebel fighter pushing back against the Empire. I love you for that, and for everything."

Jonyna never let her forehead pull away. Her voice was but a whisper. "I wanna show you so much. I wanna show you how my people marry, I wanna show you the oceans and the fields. The jungle rivers, the mountain lakes. All the things we have planned. I don't care about who you are between your armor plates, I care about who you are in your heart, and that's the woman I feel in love with. The Redeemer who only wishes to see her people prosper, the Hero who stood up against that monster on Echnos. You're my love, and if that means I'll have to win over your daughter...then I'll do that."