Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
“Mmmhhmmmmm… yes… yes we do.” Yasha chuckled low in her throat, cuddling up in Kaden’s arms. His fingers passed through her hair, and Yasha cooed a sound akin to a purr. “You laughing at me?”
Pulling up on her elbows, Yasha stared down at Kaden’s smiling face and tried to memorize the lines and craters,which formed it. A rare sight on an unforgiving young man, the smile was testament to the bond they created. She would frame it in her mind’s eye, save it when she needed to know the moment she and [member="Kaden Mantis"] were for the first time, truly content.
“Take Kaden as your lover, Yasha. Not a husband. Marriage is of politics, but love? Oh that is a sweeter poison.” Yasha tried her best to sound like Baiko, That was, until her new husband mentioned [member="Baiko no Kaho"]. Her eyes rolled and she flopped on Kaden’s chest with a chuckle.
“We’ll be honest. Are you thinking Baiko will take our riduurok as a deterrent? I’m Panathan Citizenry… following the laws of my culture, I could have any number of husbands and wives. That’s what Baiko would see. There’s a certain power and prestige to being one’s first... what? I don’t intend to spread these thighs for anyone but you, Kade’ika. Worried already?” Yasha laughed and the sound was as comforting as a blanket in the cold.
“You’re not allowed to be worried about anything today… except Ambrose hearing the commotion I’m about to make…” Yasha’s hand trailing down [member="Kaden Mantis"]’ body was the only indication of her next attack.
Curled up on Kaden’s chest, Yasha groped for the comforter. “Mrrhrhrmrfrtbrrmmm…” Her voice trailed off. The future Mand’alor stretched with her hands above Kaden’s shoulders, having taken the private passage behind the throne to Yasha’s Palace apartment. Their armour was strewn around the throne, shoved under Yasha’s cloak. They’d go back and get it… sure…
… In a minute. For the first time, Yasha lulled in a pristine and divine sleep. Her burdens no longer followed her slumbering mind. She had her Kaden, and she had permission to let duty fall away to discover what she wanted out of her own life. Cuddled into the pillows and comforter, the Hell Wolf of Mandalore knew peace.
Pulling up on her elbows, Yasha stared down at Kaden’s smiling face and tried to memorize the lines and craters,which formed it. A rare sight on an unforgiving young man, the smile was testament to the bond they created. She would frame it in her mind’s eye, save it when she needed to know the moment she and [member="Kaden Mantis"] were for the first time, truly content.
“Take Kaden as your lover, Yasha. Not a husband. Marriage is of politics, but love? Oh that is a sweeter poison.” Yasha tried her best to sound like Baiko, That was, until her new husband mentioned [member="Baiko no Kaho"]. Her eyes rolled and she flopped on Kaden’s chest with a chuckle.
“We’ll be honest. Are you thinking Baiko will take our riduurok as a deterrent? I’m Panathan Citizenry… following the laws of my culture, I could have any number of husbands and wives. That’s what Baiko would see. There’s a certain power and prestige to being one’s first... what? I don’t intend to spread these thighs for anyone but you, Kade’ika. Worried already?” Yasha laughed and the sound was as comforting as a blanket in the cold.
“You’re not allowed to be worried about anything today… except Ambrose hearing the commotion I’m about to make…” Yasha’s hand trailing down [member="Kaden Mantis"]’ body was the only indication of her next attack.
Marriage. The joyful war.
Fade.
89/100 …. oh those silly, unprotected kids…
Curled up on Kaden’s chest, Yasha groped for the comforter. “Mrrhrhrmrfrtbrrmmm…” Her voice trailed off. The future Mand’alor stretched with her hands above Kaden’s shoulders, having taken the private passage behind the throne to Yasha’s Palace apartment. Their armour was strewn around the throne, shoved under Yasha’s cloak. They’d go back and get it… sure…
… In a minute. For the first time, Yasha lulled in a pristine and divine sleep. Her burdens no longer followed her slumbering mind. She had her Kaden, and she had permission to let duty fall away to discover what she wanted out of her own life. Cuddled into the pillows and comforter, the Hell Wolf of Mandalore knew peace.