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09.05.2012 , 03:00 PM |
Hi, gaiz! I know this prompt is a little late, but I'd written it, saved it on my hardrive... and promptly forgot about it in only a way I ever could!
I hope you don't mind a late update?
:Worst Day Ever:
(Featuring my Jedi Knight, Eleya Shevani- Miraluka- and Scourge)
“What would possess you to actually think this was a
?” Scourge’s tone is as hard as stone, his garnet gaze focused on the Miraluka’s back. Leya keeps her lips press tightly together as she maintains her focus on the objective, standing at the opposite wall across from the Pureblood.
Arms outstretched above her, and all her weight pressed on her tiptoes as she tries to keep her reach high enough, Leya heroically ignores her companion in favor of trying to get them
Her long, slender fingers are usually sure and swift when it comes to rewiring, but they are now currently slick with sludge and Force knows what else from their underworld scavenging.
It’s only making their attempts to move further along the sewer lines that much more difficult.
And Scourge’s tirade is not helping her move any faster. Really.
“We have Imperials on our trail, and you somehow managed to
your lightsabre,” Scourge continues, shaking his head. His face tendrils twitch in agitation.
With a small huff, Leya gets the last wire in place and a small
comes from the panel. A moment later, the door leading to the next sewer line opens with a soft
Wiping her hands on her already dirt and slime matted robes, Leya frowns. She turns to regard her companion through her Force Sight, and if she looks a little ruffled, it is more a credit to their situation then.
“I did not lose my lightsabre,” she insists, her voice a little stiff as she tries to reign in her frustration. As much as she appreciates Scourge’s company and values his change of heart from the Empire to the Republic, he still has a
way to go. “It’s just been… temporarily misplaced,” the Jedi Knight finishes.
“Sometimes I wonder why I had a vision of
defeating the Emperor, of all people.” The words leave his mouth before he can stop it, but as he watches the Miraluka, he sees she doesn’t outwardly react to the near spite in his voice.
She merely straightens her robes a bit, as if it isn’t already completely beyond the state of
, and presses on through the doorway with determination in her stride.
“Maybe your vision was wrong,” she says over her shoulder nonchalantly after a moment. “It’s been known to happen.”
Her voice is soft; unreadable. That damn Jedi calm she always manages to retain in even the direst of circumstances seem to serve her well even now, and it makes Scourge want to smash something. It bothers him, more than he likes to admit, whenever she seems to close off and he can’t get a read on her.
Scourge moves to walk next to her, his eyes darting up and down the dark, musky corridor in sign of any other life. Anything to help him take his mind off of his internal debate.
wrong.” Scourge starts on the defensive. Though he towers over Leya by almost a full foot, despite her being tall herself, she doesn’t cower under the venom in his voice. She merely hums under her breath, and Scourge is not sure if it is in agreement or disbelief. “And it is not the only vision I have had of you- unless you wish to claim
of them are wrong.”
The last part he says in an effort to back up his first claim. But once the words leave him, he immediately wishes he hadn’t. He has no intentions of relaying his other, more recent visions involving the Miraluka to anyone.
Not until he’s deciphered what they mean, first, that is.
This time, Leya does come to a stop. The corner of her mouth lowers in a half-frown, and though Scourge knows she has no actual eyes pinned on him, he feels the weight of her gaze on him nonetheless.
“More visions?” she asks. “Involving the Emperor?”
Scourge shakes his head, and Leya takes a step closer before she seems to catch herself.
“Scourge, if you have seen anything that will help us defeat the Emperor, now is not the time to be reserved about your visions-” Leya begins, but Scourge hisses at her.
Her words cut short, and the Miraluka pauses, unsure for a moment of Scourge’s reaction. He will not be the one to explain to her now, but the fact she seems only concerned that his visions of her involve the Emperor makes his skin itch and his blood hot.
He isn’t quite sure why, though.
“No,” he answers her shortly. “Some of the visions involve you and the Emperor’s inevitable fall.”
Leya nods slowly, and Scourge can almost see the wheels turning in her head. He knows her next question almost before she even asks it.
“And what of the other visions? What do they involve?”
“You,” Scourge says, and the heat in his voice makes it clear he does not intend to elaborate.
Thankfully, Leya understands and she is not one to push her way into things that are not of an immediate concern.
She simply nods.
“If you say so,” she replies, and the open honesty in her voice brings Scourge up short.
“Wait… you’re not going to try and get me to talk?” the Pureblood asks, curious. Leya shakes her head, and for the first time of that day, since they have found themselves outnumbered and on the run, a small smile finds its way to her lips.
“What would be the point?” she points out. “You’ll just clam up. I trust you to tell me about the visions if they are important enough for me to know.”
Scourge’s tendrils twitch again.
“You… trust me?” He can’t seem to wrap his mind around it.
Leya nods, and for the briefest moment reaches out to squeeze his arm in show of friendship. Even
said friendship is tentative at best for now.
“I do,” she assures him.
Their little moment is shattered only seconds later by a blaster bolt, shooting past Scourge and missing his face by a hair’s breath.
Igniting his crimson sabre, Scourge deflects another bolt as he sees a group of Imperial soldiers gathering at the end of the corridor they had come from.
“Get behind me,” he grits out, deflecting another incoming wave.
“I can handle myself-" Leya starts, but her words end in a half-squeak when Scourge reaches out with his free hand to clamp down on her forearm. Unceremoniously, he pulls her closer to him- she stumbling from the unsuspecting act - and then steps in front of her, all the while not missing the barrage of bolts bearing down on them.
“I’m sure you can handle yourself,” Scourge grits out. “But that was before you lost your lightsabre.”
it!” Leya insists behind him, sounding almost… indignant.
If only for a moment, despite their day being probably the worst they’ve had in quite a while, Scourge finds it within him to crack a small grin.
So... um, yeah. Enjoy?
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