apostasy | the mandalorian

sēvēntēēn

tw: somewhat non-descriptive smexy times ;)

Despite the sweet words that Din had left her with when he put his helmet back on and strode out of the room, Evri had other plans than to sit and wait for him. He had done so much to make their first trip together as memorable as possible; she wanted to pay him back, even in a small way.

So, soon after she heard his clinking armor decent the stairs and exit the building, she started gathering her things. Her small pack had almost been forgotten on the floor next to the bed, having been dropped when she flung herself onto the plush bed. Even the infirmary's thin cot came nowhere close to the softness of the thick mattress. She had no doubt she would have the best sleep of her life once night fell.

That is if they planned to sleep...

A blush tinted her cheeks stark red as she thought about what Lera had said to Din on the way out, slyly informing him that they wouldn't hear a thing from their lodging downstairs. Coupled with the painfully romantic atmosphere of the hotel room, she couldn't help but think of what the next few nights entailed. Din had already entrusted her with his face, the most intimate part of any Mandalorian who follows the Creed. And despite their first encounter ending in disaster, he had made it obvious that he was willing to try again and wait until she was ready.

Manda, does this man actually exist?

It didn't seem possible for a man so kind, so selfless, to exist in such a harsh galaxy. And yet, he was there, and he wanted her.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and smiled brightly. Her plan was simple, and she would have to execute it quickly if she was going to get away with it before he got back, but it would be her little way of thanking him for everything he had done for her thus far.

Picking up her bag from the floor, she slipped on her boots and made her way to the door. She unlocked the bolts that Mando had secured before he left and snuck into the hall, careful not to make too much noise and alert the ladies downstairs. She knew they would snitch on her one way or another, even if they didn't mean to. They were the type of people who couldn't contain exciting things no matter how hard they tried, something that Evri admired but didn't want to interfere with her plan.

Tiptoeing down the narrow staircase - frankly, she was surprised Din's wide frame could fit in such a tight space - and did her best to avoid the weak spots in the wood. Once her feet hit the lower level, she released a sigh. Lera and Willow seemed to be busy, as the sound of their cheery voices and light footsteps were noticeably absent.

She quickly crossed the floor to the doorway, brushing past the overgrown vines and into the afternoon light. It was warm, but not unpleasantly so like it had been on Nevarro. The lake behind the inn did a fine job of cooling off the sunny planet, only adding to the homeliness of it all.

As soon as her feet hit the stone outside, she hurried back onto the main street where she saw a shop they had passed on their way in. It was nowhere near any restaurant from what she could see, hopefully dissolving any possibility of running into Din on her way there or back. That would be awkward, to say the least.

Part of her wondered if he would be angry with her for leaving by herself, going on about how her safety was his number one priority and how he didn't know the planet well enough to find her if something happened, but she had made sure her comm was securely wrapped around her wrist before she left. If she needed his help, she knew he would be able to track her down.

Ducking under the shaded walkway, separated by large pillars and covered by an expertly crafted archway, Evri couldn't help but smile with giddiness. The store she was looking for was up ahead, the sign elegantly decorated with flowers and swirly letters. It would be one of the very few frivolous spends she had ever made, but the look on Din's face when he sees it was more than enough to justify the loss of credits.