Grapes of Wrath [LN9]

[Durasay Mixo]

Luminous beings are we... not this crude matter.

Durasay couldn't help himself. He watched Moyr stretch, the way she moved in an almost preternatural way. The touch may barely register, but with his attention focused on her, it was the most perceived thing in the galaxy.

Standing from the co-pilots chair, he followed behind her, keeping his gaze lifted. "I'll probably hit the fresher before sleep. I need to wash the facility off of me. It was... vile and foul."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I certainly would not like to see you changing into a rakghoul because of some lingering residue so you have my permission to tap into our water reserve." She replied with a bit of amusement, her lekku undulating in the rhythm of her steps. "Here." She tapped the metal door.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Again, you are a most gracious host, Moyr." He replied as he stepped beside her, as she activated the door. He wanted to say something more, or something mired in entendre.

But he also knew the time for that had passed. He just kept a small smile, before his eyes found hers.

"I'll see you in the morning?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

She knew, and her unabashed golden gaze when she faced him told him as much. Several calm blinks and a sliver of a smile impressed on him the value of patience in letting passion grow. "You will, Durasay. Good night." She turned and began to walk away in her intrinsically alluring way.

...humming softly.

/exit

[Durasay Mixo]

"Goodnight, Moyr..." He spoke, quietly watching her as she turned, and walked away. Her saying goodnight sent a shock down his spine, and caused that wonderful tingling sensation to be felt at the base of his skull.

Hearing her humming, he couldn't tell the song, but he couldn't hide that feeling from his features. Waiting till she was out of sight, he closed the door, and turned on the water.

"Goodnight, Wraith..."

/scene