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09.13.2012 , 01:12 PM |
Changes well kinda.
This is a little character who jumped into my head recently
Mirialan Smuggler named Isla (no last name as of yet) No spoilers.
The bottle had emptied faster then she had hoped. Isla got up on unsteady legs, rummaging for another. How could she have misread the situation so badly, she was never this off, but here she was, alone, and humiliated.
“Cap?” Everything ok?” Corso poked his head into the galley, his voice surprised her and she let out a tiny yelp as she fell hard on her ***. He hurried in to help her back into a chair, she sat back down looking miserable, and she still didn’t have another drink.
“No.” She pouted her answer to Corso.
“Want to talk about it? You know I’m here for you…” His brown eyes were hopeful, his voice soft.
He was a sweet kid, and no matter how many times she re-buffed him, he held onto wild hope that one day she would see the light and fall madly in love with him and settle down. Sweet, stupid kid, but he had a good heart.
“You know how it is, it would be a force damned tragedy if it wasn’t so funny. Just got shot down hard, and I’m an idiot for not seeing the signs.” Her bright violet eyes watched him, wondering if he would catch on to the subtlety.
“Any man fool enough to turn you down, doesn’t deserve you Captain.” He cajoled her; she should have known subtlety was not one of Corso’s strong suits. “You want I should go have a talk with him?”
“I don’t think that’ll work Corso, but thanks for offering. I just should have known better, I’m usually better at reading people.” She felt helpless and miserable and felt an errant tear fall down her dark green skin.
“How can any of this be your fault? Was he blind, Captain? I know you’ve told me no, but I swear I would never make you cry.” He grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her tears, letting his hand caress the tattoo on her chin.
Isla grabbed his hand in hers and leaned forward, “
, wasn’t blind Corso, in fact she sees just fine, nothing to be done about it. Akaavi just isn’t into girls, and I have to deal with that, and get over her.” She could see the confusion as the wheels turned slowly in Corso’s dreaded head, and then finally, recognition dawned.
“Wait! You like girls?” Isla nodded, giving his hand a squeeze, “So…you and me, we’re never….”
“Afraid not kid, although I admire your tenacity.” She wiped the tear from her cheek.
Corso stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink, then topped Isla’s off.
“You going to be ok? You know I’m here for you.” She felt bad for bursting his bubble, but maybe now he’d stop with the adoring puppy dog act.
“You know how it is, it would be a force damned tragedy if it wasn’t so funny. Just got shot down hard, and I’m an idiot for not seeing the signs.” He answered with her own words with a sad but wry grin on his face.
Isla laughed, things might have changed between them, but she knew that he would always have her back, and that she would always have a friend in him.
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind