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09.16.2012 , 07:58 AM |
Brothers and Sisters
For Kabeone, who saved me from the deathly wasteland of no ideas...
jk - Esma and Scourge (vague reference to ch 3 jk and Scourge's part in it)
Esma slid through the forest, listening to the night calls, the rustling and far cries of hunting animals, feeling the Force ebb and flow through the ancient ruins as she returned to their campsite. The planet was far from asleep.
Her silent grace didn't disturb the dark figure sitting in the ring of light. Scourge looked deeply into the fire, red reflected on red, setting his eyes more ablaze than usual. His natural element: warming if you didn't touch it, searing if you dared. Destructive, yes, but cleansing as well. His eyes lifted to hers, and she took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her down to sit in his lap, surrounded by his heat. She settled her head against his chest, feeling the rightness of where she was to her bones.
"I once spent many nights tending fires," he said, his voice rumbling beneath her cheek.
"When was that?"
"When I fled from my fate. What a fool I was," he said, his tone mocking, amused at his younger self.
"You mean when you tried to stop your vision of your brother's death?"
He nodded, his hand sliding up and down her back mindlessly as he stared into the fire. "He used to follow me," he said, almost haltingly, "when we were young. I, of course, found him most irritating." The smile that traced his lips was sad. "He followed me everywhere. Even, in the end, to a place so far from our world they did not recognize Sith."
She looked up at his face, "It must have been awful."
"What was to be, was," Scourge said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "My visions are never wrong."
"Doesn't mean it didn't hurt. To kill your own brother."
Scourge was silent for a long moment, the flames from the fire flickering in his eyes. "I'm told the inhabitants of that world still tell tales of a cloudless night when lightening crashed on the mountain and two red gods fought with swords of fire. They say there was silence and then a howl that chilled the bones echoed through the valleys." His hand stilled on her back. "Yes, it hurt. I mourned him with our people's song and lit his pyre there on that mountain."
He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "It is not a cheerful sound."
"Sing it to me," she said, her voice soft.
He was silent for a moment and then began to sing. The rich low tones carried through the ruins and painted a picture of fallen red warriors, silent blades, fading strength, and the death of hope. When the last notes died away, Scourge rubbed the tears that ran in rivulets down Esma's face away. "I'm sorry for you," she said, "and for your brother."
Scourge kissed her softly in the firelight, his knowing eyes sure and sad at once. "What is to be, will be."
Scourge's brother is my own invention (unless he is yet to be revealed and I somehow divined the whole thing, lol).
So glad Kabeone reminded me of this, because Scourge's visions and his absolute confidence that they are always right defines so much about him. Esma's absolute confidence in the Force defines her and between the two of them they're just a little pile of faith, lol.
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