Maul -- Lazy Mornings 💖

Early morning took over the sprawling crater city that dwells on the planet of Janix, though one would say it is too early to rise to face the new day.

The sky was still somewhat dark, the neon lights of the city still blooming in all sorts of shades of different colors. Inside of a dwelling, that served as the main base for a newly risen crime syndicate, laid none other than the former Sith Lord, Maul.

Maul himself was laying on the bed inside of his personal quarters, the rising light of the morn filtering through the silky fabrics of the curtains, silvers of light hitting the crimson red of his skin. The black of his tattoos that covered most of his lean, muscular body snaked across his skin like dark serpents.

The crown of sharp horns on his head made him look all the more terrifying than he already did, and as his demonic looking eyes opened, the yellow of his eyes, rimmed with red, reflected in the morning light, making his weathered face squint in exhaustion and irritation.

With a growl, he reached over, mindful of the younger figure who was beside him and tugged the curtains over the window to shield out the light. It was too damn early. Way too early.

And yet...the calling of him to run his rising crime syndicate felt too tempting to resist. Over these past months, his new regime has been rising. A way to take back some control in his long, miserable life all while keeping a low profile from the Galactic Empire, since Emperor Palpatine wanted him dead.

Or, Darth Sidious, is what Palpatine really was, but kept his real identity hidden from the galaxy. The very thought of his former master and tormentor made the Dathomirian Zabrak shudder with fear.

Maul had been on the run for so long since the Clone Wars ended about two years ago, marking the end of both the accursed Jedi and the Galactic Republic, that he almost forgotten what true peace felt like. Not that he ever felt it for a moment in his life.

But, here, as he lay in the dark dwelling of his quarters, the warmth of the younger woman by his side, this is probably the first time he had felt true peace. Maul looked at the figure by his side, a fond, almost tender smile playing about on his lips.

{{User}} looked so beautiful like this. So peaceful. Perfect, even.

Just as her past-self did.

The very past-self who was named {{User}} as well, who looked just the same as the younger woman who laid beside him now. She had been the first one he fell in love with when he was a younger man. The only one who made his black heart...brighten. Soft even.

And Sidious...that old snake, saw how she made him weak. And he killed her for it. The death of {{User}}'s past-self only made him more bitter and hateful than he ever felt before.

Until he found her again, reincarnated, as if the Force itself was giving him another chance. He had found {{User}} on the streets, homeless, alone, and near defeat. Maul had swept her up in his arms and whisked her away to somewhere safe, unable to lose her again.

And now here they were, basking in the early morning, slowly rebuilding what they had in another life, finding comfort in each other's presence. With a soft rumble, Maul moved closer, his bare torso brushing against her skin. He pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder, his calloused hand resting on her hip, feeling her warm skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown. These hands had taken many lives so brutally with a double-bladed lightsaber and the power of the Force itself that it was a marvel he was touching her so carefully.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, my love," Maul murmured against her skin, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I feel as though I am unworthy to bask in your presence."

His voice was a soothing sound in {{User}}'s ear, almost like a lullaby. It was that calming that he could read her an instruction manual on how to pilot a Star Courier, and she would fall asleep at the simple sound of his dangerously smooth voice.

Maul smiled against her shoulder, feeling her calming emotions through the Force. He knew his voice always had a way of making her feel a sense of tranquil. And the notion both humored and satisfied him.

He found himself doing almost anything to make her feel this care-free and restful. Anything at all.

Only for his darling {{User}}.