Anticipation

[Daedalus Quirei]

Lips pressed as hands yearning for salvation.
Mind burning numbness the very height of exhilaration; the beginning in every end.
Searching hands like lips caressing innocence, exposing every surface with tonguing accuracy.
Endless thralls climaxing at withdraw, another day has ended.


That end was the last thing, the very last moment he knew; the last moment he lived. Nothing had changed for him since then, trapped in that last memory. There were others of course, but he could no longer think. Daedalus was not only frozen to time, but to all that came with it. Wars had been fought the once vibrant planet he was imprisoned on had died and been concurred many times over. Dead now in the same way he was, a host to a greater cause, a stronger adversary; a passing reign. Just as those who meant to control this planet, even the few who survived it, he simply remained.

He had learned nothing from his exile, worst he hadn't even experienced it. All Daedalus had done from the moment he was caged was live that last memory. If he could recall he'd wonder how long it had been and what it had felt like. For now however his life was a waning though, a forgotten moment and far less than a blink in the celestial eye.


In this moment, the only reality possible is little more than a waking dream. Any tangible sentiment of realism is met with nothing more than surreal thoughts and escape. Intoxicating, truly perfectly lethal, pacing your heart to its very last surge. flowing streams of stolen moments
embraced by side long glances. Piercing divination in the reflection of your ravenous eyes. Powerful, pressing-that eternity in one solitary stain.

[Daniella Tur'ilian]

“Sebolga…. What is this pile of crap?” Daniella Tur’ilian all but growled to her trade companion. The squat Dug glared at her for a moment from behind the counter and then looked at the large collection of metal junk stacked against the wall of their shop. Aside from the shiny mound, the shop was completely spotless; everything set in its place and clean to impress the customers. The hunk of scrap metal was seriously throwing her off.

“Bu ulwan koose parchee. Chuba naga hoohah!” The Dug shot back, coming around the counter in that nimble way of his. Even he had to admit that they didn’t really look like speeder parts; no doubt the partial Trianii had been duped by the passing smuggler. It was bound to happen; she’d only been back on Tatooine for a few days.

“This is what he brought? That son of a sleemo! Where is that dirty Rodian stupa?” Daniella cursed in near fluent Huttese, shuffling the rusted metals around with the tip of her boot. Her cat-like tail darted back and forth in anger and her feline-like ears flattened back against her wavy auburn hair. Squatting down, causing her grease streaked cargo pants to slip down some, she cast aside some dented plates and honed in upon a large crate-like object at the center of the pile.

“Hees noleeya doma toma.” Sebolga replied, drifting out the open doorway that led into the baking sands of the desert planet. He must have known how his answer would have made her react. The next few seconds were brimmed with curses, kitten-like hisses, and resounding crashes.

Later that day, after most of the junk had been carted away or organized, her partner blissfully absent from the vicinity, Daniella pondered the large box she had kept from the lot. Heavy but not unmanageable, she had dragged it into the back room where she took her afternoon naps and began fiddling with the locks. The thing was coated in gears, buttons, and switches so naturally she had to keep it; no doubt that lame smuggler hadn’t been able to figure it out. A challenge was always welcome in her line of work. And she’d keep whatever was inside too.

She was still working on it when Sebolga called out that he was going home. Daniella muttered a brief acknowledgment and then continued prying at the box. After almost giving up twice, she finally got a reaction. Steam spurted out from every corner and the gears she had noted earlier began churning. Leaping backward, her tail poofed up, she watched in wonder as the grate slid backward. Silence, other than the turning gears. Sniffing the air cautiously, she tipped forward on the stiff cot she was perched upon and leaned over the box. She huffed, attempting to chase away the steam that obscured her view of what was inside.

[Daedalus Quirei]

It was like a light switch, what was once obscured and stagnant was now in motion. Although he never noticed any change from one moment to the next he was back in reality but only just so, back in time is likely more suiting as like anything he continued where he left off. Daedalus reached out for Leila and pulled her body close to his embracing her warmly, pressing his lips against her's and sliding his palm across her side he began to think of everything they had gone through to get here; all the pain he had caused, the murders and how she was finally really safe. His right hand was now running through her hair as he was finally ready to exclaim his feelings, he drew his tongue from hers and pulled his lips softly whispering just as his fingers grasped Daniella’s huge and unfamiliar ear:

I love yo…u’re … ears?