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03.07.2013 , 11:42 AM |
Prompt: NotLP - Confessions
Feat. Xania, Andronikos
Implicit spoiler for the end of the SI storyline
Some time after
She paced lazily around the room. Her status had its perks: her brand new quarters were spacious and offered a nice view of the lush jungles of Dromund Kaas. At regular intervals, there were pedestals displaying some of the items she found during her ascent to power and she was somewhat surprised to notice that it all looked too familiar, just like when she had first entered Zash’s quarters.
No. This had to be changed. She did not wish to be compared to her former master nor did she want to end up like her. That is why she also wore white robes with intricate embroidery, an unusual choice for a Sith but then, she had always considered herself different from the rest. The others where always running around in different shades of red, purple or black. Everything in the Empire seemed to be defined by those three colours and she was becoming bored with them.
It was like a statement: we are the Sith and we wear black and red because we are the dark side and we’re supposed to be scary….uuuuuuhhh, are you scared yet??
“Something funny?” answered a male voice. Xania turned around slowly as she focused on the dark skinned man leaning against the frame of the double doors leading to the room.
“It is not polite to enter without knocking first”
“I’ll remember that next time”. Andronikos walked over to her and he almost placed his hands around her shoulders but then remembered that she was in her Sith mode and decided against it.
She looked at him with a curious expression “Something on your mind?”
“Actually, quite a few things…” he replied, flashing a smile
She raised an eyebrow “I don’t need to be a force user to know what’s on your mind…”
“I’m less obvious than you think, oh sweet darkness of my heart”
Xania blinked a couple of times “Should I take that as a compliment?”
“Yes, of course. You’re a Sith. All Sith are into that darkness stuff”
“If you think that I’m like the other Sith, you are sadly mistaken” she replied, changing her expression drastically.
“Relax, it was meant as a joke. Why are you always so serious once you come out of your room?”
Not again. Leave me alone Andronikos.
He knew that he had struck a chord and a sensitive one at that as she slipped away from him. She was like one of those plants that have flowers that recoil at the slightest touch, stinging with thorns whoever gets too close.
He sighed “Are you going to shut me out again?”
Why do you have to be so stubborn?
She did not answer, hoping that he would just simply become bored and leave. It would not have been the first time she simply ignored his questions but he had been stubborn and kept coming back.
“Fine, I can live with that.” He paused “But I wonder how long your cocoon will last.”
“Damn it!” she snapped at him. “What is it that you want?”
He took her hand. She tried to shake him off, once, but he held on “You. Just you” he said and his words were once again followed by silence “None of that Sith non-sense, none of the darth, none of the dark council member. Just you” He knew that there was more to her than the implacable Sith lord that the world needed to see but he also knew that it was just an image and he did not care about that other Xania. After all, such image was just a pretender.
He let go of her hand and slowly started to back away, towards the double doors “And if you think that loving someone is a weakness, so be it…I’m a weak man. And you know why” He turned around, now walking towards the exit “If you ever choose to give weakness a try, you know where to find me”
She watched him as he departed, in silence.
….but I do love you…