Remember that pregnant Maul post I made? This is some ships with that:
Mango - Food cravings
Jango wakes up with the dreaded feeling of being watched. He understands why immediately.
Right by his side in the bed, slightly above in the dark of the room; There are two golden orbs staring at him unmoving in silence. He blinks a few times, being grateful he is to sleepy for his heart to lose a beat.
"Maul?" There's no answer for a second, as if he isn't truly awaken, Maul does seem like the type of being that would sleep with his eyes open.
"I want fire dumplings." He blinks again, moving his hand to his head to scratch it. Right, a food craving, that's a normal thing in this stage of the pregnancy.
"Fire dumplings? Okay, we can ask the cook-"
"From the Mr. Gavin stall at level 19." Jango blinks again, he thinks his eyes might start to hurt at this point.
"Level 19? Is this stall in Coruscant?" Maul nods, as his eyes get used to the dark, Jango can see that he is sit in his legs, holding a pillow against his torso, pulling at it with his claws at the sides.
He pulls himself up, leaning on his arms while gently caressing Maul arm. How was that they taught about dealing with the mood changes? Difer the attention? Redirect?
"We could get you fire dumplings from Mr. Gavin stall, but it would take hours to get here." The zabrak visibly wilts, hugging the pillow harder.
"But I want it now." At this point he would almost start to pout, Jango can't keep the smile from his face as he pulls the zabrak closer as sit against the headboard.
"There's not much option in that, but if you want it so much we could ask it now and ruin a worker sleep schedule to get it in the morning when you wake up?" He thinks for a second, before slowly nodding again, already having given up on his sleep, Jango sees no problem in continuing, "Is there nothing else you want it that we could get right now for you to eat?"
"... Rancor fruit."
"Rancor fruit, okay. I'm sure your brother has some." Savage was probably on the seventh sleep right now but he would hardly have a problem if he knew the reason why Jango was invading his room. "I'm gonna ask for some from him." He turns around, the zabrak look unreadable for a second before letting his head tilt slightly to the side, "Yes?"
"I like them cut in that way." He's about to ask, but he predicts his question, "That one that looks like a rabbit."
"Ah, bunny cut. Yeah, I can do that, just another five minutes then." The zabraks hums back, but Jango stops. His voice get worriedly low then.
"You're sure it's not a problem?" He knows what's that is, that wretched feeling that just seems to take him over sometimes. Jango gently took his hand into his with the most care he has.
"I guarantee that it's never a problem, really." He lets a small kiss on the zabrak hand whitout taking his eyes of off his, "It's never a problem and you can always tell me when you want something, you should always do so okay?"
"Mm." In the end he ends up leaving the room with a zabrak as a ride to the other brother room, a hand full of claws and stained with blood holding his with care and warm.
SithSaber - Overwhelming
Tarre does not move when a ceramic flies through his body to hit the wall besides him.
The mandalorians on the other side of the room hide against the opposite wall of the throne. The one that doesn't move is the other zabraks, but he eyes the chards on the floor in stoic silence.
"Get out."
"Brother-"
"Out!" With a sigh, the taller zabrak leave the room with the scared mandalorians running past him to the door. The other waits, and when the door closes and the silence is spread again, he starts to walk around the steps of the throne in uneasiness.
Tarre waits, gives a few steps closer and stops when he gets growled at. After a few minutes he walks more and the pattern repeats till he's as the last steps. And it seems the walk is not enough anymore. The zabraks stops and sits at the mandalorian throne, still not enough, he pulls his legs up, resting his head on the metal, Tarre takes one step.
He gets a growl, but it's not a strong one as the other before. He lets a few seconds go by before taking another step and this time there's no growl, only two eyes following his movements. He slowly and calmly gets up the throne and stands in front of him. Maul is so shrunken in himself that there is space for the two in the throne, even if it's not necessary.
He doesn't say anything, just sits by his side. After minutes that felt like hours he feels a weight on his side. It's weird, he doesn't know how to explain how they can touch eachother just how to do it. Unlike so many nights ago, he just let's the zabraks hide into his body for the security and silence he needs.
The dark saber vibrates and resounds in the silence of the throne. It's the only thing besides the zabrak that it's truly emanating hear at that moment.
