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Prompt 11 for Aq
11. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”
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♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap. ~ For the pairing of your choice ♥️
Just outside of the campfire’s glow, insects chirped merrily in the night. The night air was bringing a chill with it that seemed to seep into Shy’s bones as she stared into the surrounding darkness. She should wake Torian for his watch, but she didn’t have the heart to do it just yet. It had been a rough day; they had lost most of their camp gear in a sudden landslide. Luckily, they had been far enough from camp they were unhurt, but the tent and sleeping gear had not been so fortunate. Something had jammed their signal when they tried to call Mako for replacement gear. So, here they were, trekking back to town, with only a few rations and the gear they wore.
In her half-asleep state she started more than she should have at a rustling behind her. She spun, sighing when she saw it was only Torian stretching as he woke. “I was just about to wake you,” she lied, “nothing interesting going on out there.” With a quick jerk of her head toward the darkness, she rose and moved next to him.
Torian looked her over as she sat down beside him. They had made camp in a small outcropping of rocks, after making quite certain there would be no repeat of today’s events, the set up making it easier for one person to keep watch while the other slept. “Should have woke me sooner,” he frowned slightly at her. “Look about to drop.”
Shy rolled her eyes. “Well aren’t you just a flatterer?” The retort lost its edge on a stifled a yawn. She curled on her side, facing the small fire. The ground was hard, colder than the air, and her armor did nothing to hold in any warmth. She shivered despite herself.
Torian watched as his wife lay down and shook his head. He shifted closer to her. Reaching out he quickly gripped her under the arms and hauled her to his lap, settling her head to rest there. “Sleep here.”
Shy tried to sit up but Torian’s hand on her shoulder prevented it. “What the hell?” she grumbled, turning her face to look up at him. “You could warn a girl?”
He simply looked at her, one eyebrow cocked up in question.
“How are you going to keep watch?”
He shrugged. “Same way if I were over there,” he nodded to the other side of the fire. “Look out into the night.” He gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “Sleep.”
She huffed and wiggled to a more comfortable position. “Fine, but you had better wake me if anything happens.” She closed her eyes on an exhausted sigh.
Torian gave a lopsided smile to the darkness. She gave in so easily sometimes. “Of course, cyar’ika.”
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♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes
Ok, so I know this was supposed to be otp but I had a brotp idea. I hope you don’t mind I sorta borrowed Keyás as a party host and I already warned @windwyrm that I borrowed Kruga.
How the hell do people do this? Aqasha grumbled to herself. The armor she wore was only made to look like metal. Really, it was just stiffened leather, but it was so bulky. She rolled her shoulders uncomfortably. No wonder Kruga always seemed so grumpy. She would be a bear too if she had to wear this all the time, and she couldn’t even imagine this stuff in plate.
It’s probably too late to change to a different costume. She eyed the makeshift sword and shield speculatively as they leaned against the wall. This had seemed like such a great idea when Keyás had invited everyone to a Hallow’s End party. She sighed.
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Kruga looked around the group with a frown. Everyone had dressed up while she had simply not worn her armor. She shrugged, deciding she had done her part and shown up, it was time to leave.
She could hear a dragging sound just outside. Maybe she should at least help whomever it was to bring whatever it was they were dragging inside. Stepping outside she blinked in the sudden bright sunshine. As her eyes adjusted all she could do was stare.
Kruga watched as Aqasha was dragging a wooden shield almost as tall as the elf herself. Crudely carved spikes jutted from its surface in a vaguely familiar fashion. She examined the rest of her friend’s costume. Huge pauldrons, again with spikes. A too large tabard that appeared to be hand colored. Boots, gloves, belt… all seemed comically large on her small elven frame. A carved wooden sword was strapped to her back, it too, nearly dragging the ground.
Kruga’s eyes widened at a sudden realization. “Are you supposed to be ME?”
Aqasha started, casting a sheepish glance over her shoulder at the orc. “Yes…?” She let the shield drop slightly. The damn thing had been a mistake, but there was no way she would give it up once she had started dragging it from where she’d left her mount. “It… seemed like a good idea when I thought it up.” She grinned at her friend.
Kruga’s ear twitched as she simply stared for a long moment, before bursting into laughter. She stepped forward, motioning for the shield. “You’ll never make it inside with that thing, here.” She swung it up easily and gave a toothy smile.
Aqasha laughed. “I’m definitely not cut out to be a warrior.” She shook out her arms. “I don’t know how you do it.”
Kruga snorted as they headed inside. “It might help if your shield were elf sized instead of built for a tauren.”
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you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.
Days had become weeks, weeks months, but Aqasha hadn’t even noticed. The healing mists had been so soothing as she worked that time didn’t even matter. She felt free, finally having a sense of purpose again. She had even begun to consider taking on the role of a teacher. There were always pilgrims coming to the temple, looking to learn, and she thought there might be even more joy in showing others how to use the mists. Being told no, that it was time for her to leave, had been a shock to say the least.
Aqasha blinked at the pandaren. “What do you mean I should leave? There’s always work to be done here.” Looking around the little infirmary, her brows knit. “There are so many who are lost or injured in the mountains each week. I…” She shook her head, “I don’t understand….”
Lianji smiled softly. “There are always weary travelers, and we will always do our best to help them, but there is a war once again. Wouldn’t you rather help your people?”
A haunted look crossed over Aqasha’s features. “No,” she replied flatly. “I have seen enough war. Enough death, for a lifetime. For a hundred lifetimes.”
The other woman gave her a sad, knowing smile. “I think that is even more reason for you to go.”
Aqasha stared, unable to hear herself think over the sound of her pulse. “I… I can’t. I can’t do it again. I can’t watch more people die needlessly. There is always going to be a war, and another. I am not made for war. I don’t want it.”
Lianji took the elf’s hands gently in her larger paws. “Little elf, you could do so much good. What you have learned here could help so many, stop so many deaths. If you are not there, how many more will die?” She released Aqasha easily when she pulled away startled. Ears twitching slightly, she continued, “I do not say this to make you feel guilt, but you are needed so much more on the broken shores than you are here. You may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.”
Aqasha turned away and swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes closing. She had enough guilt already. How many times had she told herself If only I had been there… He might still be alive. How many more will die without her aid? She hated this, all of it, but the pandaren was right. Tears stung behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes, she blinked rapidly to clear them before turning back to Lianji. “You are right. I have no desire to go to war again, but I cannot let more suffer to spare myself.”
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Lianji watched the small priest. She sat with her back to the monastery, unmoving, staring out over the mountains. It had been like this for weeks. At first everyone had tried to include the blood elf in the day to day activities. She hadn’t been injured when she arrived, but she had been broken. She ate little, slept less, and just sat, quietly staring northward.
Grand Master Hight sighed as he approached Lianji, following her gaze. “She won’t speak to anyone beyond please and thank you at mealtimes.”
She nodded at him, “The others have given up on her I think.” Worry etched her features, “I’m not sure what we can do for her.”
The Grand Master patted her shoulder, “I believe we have given her too much time to think. Perhaps it would be best if she were to help with the wounded travelers.”
Lianji frowned. “We tried asking her already. Those that brought her had said she is a priest, so we thought…”
He chuckled, “I didn’t say to ask her.”
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Aqasha watched as clouds skimmed the mountain tops surrounding the peak she sat upon. She had gone to Northrend, hoping to find some solace in avenging her husband. The hollow ache inside of her had not eased, however, no matter how many of the Lich King’s army she cut down, or how many wounded she healed to fight again. Then she had followed the horde army to this new land, to Pandaria, hoping to find … she wasn’t sure what she had hoped for anymore. The more time passed, the more lost she felt.
She heard footsteps behind her but didn’t bother to turn. She would ignore them, and they would go away. They always left her alone after a while.
Lianji knelt next to her, looking out over the clouds. “It is a beautiful view, isn’t it?” She pretended as though the elf had answered. “The clouds float by, never even touching the ground as they surround the peaks. If it weren’t for the healing rain, one might almost believe the clouds had never been there.”
They sat in silence for a few long moments. Finally, Aqasha turned her head to look over the pandaren woman. “Why are you here?” Her voice was flat, sounding dead even to her own ears.
The other woman smiled but did not take her gaze from the clouds. “I am here to teach you how to bring the rain.”
Aqasha blinked, her brow furrowing. “I don’t want to make it rain.” She glanced around. “Does something need watered?”
Lianji’s smile broadened. “You.” She rose, extending a hand to Aqasha. “Come, I would teach you.”
Aqasha grasped the outstretched paw without thought and stood, still confused by the idea of rain. “What do you mean?”
“The rain and mists bring life. You will learn to use them to heal, renewing and giving life to those around you.” She lead the way toward the small building they used as a hospital. “In turn, the mists will heal you as well.”
Shaking her head she followed. She doubted this would do any good either, but she didn’t want to upset the pandaren.
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Aqasha spent her days tending minor injuries and illnesses for travelers as they made their way through the mountains, Lianji patiently instructing her on how to use the mists to her own ends. She had caught on quickly, much to the pandaren’s delight.
The mists seemed to enjoy healing. They swirled around her patient and then returned to slide around her almost lovingly. It was an odd thing, she decided. Healing with the light always left her weary at the end of the day. She had always assumed it was just because it was taxing to use the healing arts, no matter what form it took. Much as Lianji had promised, however, the mists healed Aqasha as she used them.
She didn’t even notice when the days began to pass without her staring out over the mountains.
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So... Does Shy ever meet Shae? :p oh now...I think itd be hard for Torian during the 5 years, no? And Shae has red hair too... Take this as a prompt...(if u want 👀)
This got long. I think you inadvertently caused one of the longest fic I’ve written XD
Another blaster bolt struck him square in thechest, knocking the wind out of Torian. His beskar was holding out better thanhe had thought. He staggered before lifting the rifle to his shoulder again. Has to look good, go down fighting.
His vision blurred. Darkness crept at theedges. He could hear his brothers fighting, the sound felt farther away than itshould. The raid had gone well at first, then more skytroopers arrived. Torianknew he was being reckless, but this might be his chance. He would take as manyenemies down with him as he could though.
Another hit, the blackness slid closer.Another, pain seared his thigh where armor gave. He was losing a lot of blood,head felt fuzzy. Stumbling, he took a shot, a skytrooper fell. His legs felt likelead. He slid to the ground, leaning on his rifle for support. The dark wasclosing in, he closed his eyes and sat back.
He could see Shy. Green eyes filled with happiness. Her laughter filledhis mind. Red hair set ablaze in the evening sun. Cyare… Darkness took him.
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Rain likes fel fire
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“I can take care of myself just fine.” :)
“I can take care of myself just fine.” Shy swatted away Torian’s hands as she spoke. “You don’t need to do that.” Her voice was weak, even to her own ears. The gash on her thigh had become infected, and that infection had started to spread making her fevered and weak.
Torian shook his head. “I know.” He peeled back the bandage covering her right thigh and sighed in relief. It was beginning to look better. “It’s easier for me to see it. It looks better.”
Too tired from her fever to do much else, she huffed and relaxed back onto the bedroll. “It’s about time. Should have had Mako come help me while you finished the bounty.” She still couldn’t believe that damn lurker had been able to surprise her, with her armor off, no less. A strangled groan escaped her as Torian probed the wound.
“Sorry.” He felt her relax as he spread kolto over the angry gash. They were in the middle of nowhere and he would have just had Mako land nearby if they were on just about any other planet. Belsavis was not exactly a place to land your ship, however. He scolded her as he wrapped a fresh bandage around the leg, “You shouldn’t have let it get this bad.”
“Maybe. Probably. But you shouldn’t have let Zale get away while you played nurse.” She winced as he tucked the end of the bandage under itself to secure it. “Now the trail’s gone cold.”
“Better the trail goes cold than you.” Torian turned to take stock of the remaining supplies as he spoke.
Shy couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up at his words.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, puzzled. “What?” He turned to face her, placing a hand to her forehead. Warm, but not hot.
“I think we’ve had this conversation before.” She gave him a tired smile.
It took a moment to register what she meant. When it did, he grinned at her. “It’s a good thing you didn’t listen to me then.” He moved next to her, helping her up enough to slip behind her for support and handed her his canteen.
She took a drink and handed it back, resting against him. “And that you didn’t listen to me now.”
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“I can take care of myself just fine.” :)
“I can take care of myself just fine.” Shy swatted away Torian’s hands as she spoke. “You don’t need to do that.” Her voice was weak, even to her own ears. The gash on her thigh had become infected, and that infection had started to spread making her fevered and weak.
Torian shook his head. “I know.” He peeled back the bandage covering her right thigh and sighed in relief. It was beginning to look better. “It’s easier for me to see it. It looks better.”
Too tired from her fever to do much else, she huffed and relaxed back onto the bedroll. “It’s about time. Should have had Mako come help me while you finished the bounty.” She still couldn’t believe that damn lurker had been able to surprise her, with her armor off, no less. A strangled groan escaped her as Torian probed the wound.
“Sorry.” He felt her relax as he spread kolto over the angry gash. They were in the middle of nowhere and he would have just had Mako land nearby if they were on just about any other planet. Belsavis was not exactly a place to land your ship, however. He scolded her as he wrapped a fresh bandage around the leg, “You shouldn’t have let it get this bad.”
“Maybe. Probably. But you shouldn’t have let Zale get away while you played nurse.” She winced as he tucked the end of the bandage under itself to secure it. “Now the trail’s gone cold.”
“Better the trail goes cold than you.” Torian turned to take stock of the remaining supplies as he spoke.
Shy couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up at his words.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, puzzled. “What?” He turned to face her, placing a hand to her forehead. Warm, but not hot.
“I think we’ve had this conversation before.” She gave him a tired smile.
It took a moment to register what she meant. When it did, he grinned at her. “It’s a good thing you didn’t listen to me then.” He moved next to her, helping her up enough to slip behind her for support and handed her his canteen.
She took a drink and handed it back, resting against him. “And that you didn’t listen to me now.”
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“I can take care of myself just fine.” :)
“I can take care of myself just fine.” Shy swatted away Torian’s hands as she spoke. “You don’t need to do that.” Her voice was weak, even to her own ears. The gash on her thigh had become infected, and that infection had started to spread making her fevered and weak.
Torian shook his head. “I know.” He peeled back the bandage covering her right thigh and sighed in relief. It was beginning to look better. “It’s easier for me to see it. It looks better.”
Too tired from her fever to do much else, she huffed and relaxed back onto the bedroll. “It’s about time. Should have had Mako come help me while you finished the bounty.” She still couldn’t believe that damn lurker had been able to surprise her, with her armor off, no less. A strangled groan escaped her as Torian probed the wound.
“Sorry.” He felt her relax as he spread kolto over the angry gash. They were in the middle of nowhere and he would have just had Mako land nearby if they were on just about any other planet. Belsavis was not exactly a place to land your ship, however. He scolded her as he wrapped a fresh bandage around the leg, “You shouldn’t have let it get this bad.”
“Maybe. Probably. But you shouldn’t have let Zale get away while you played nurse.” She winced as he tucked the end of the bandage under itself to secure it. “Now the trail’s gone cold.”
“Better the trail goes cold than you.” Torian turned to take stock of the remaining supplies as he spoke.
Shy couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up at his words.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, puzzled. “What?” He turned to face her, placing a hand to her forehead. Warm, but not hot.
“I think we’ve had this conversation before.” She gave him a tired smile.
It took a moment to register what she meant. When it did, he grinned at her. “It’s a good thing you didn’t listen to me then.” He moved next to her, helping her up enough to slip behind her for support and handed her his canteen.
She took a drink and handed it back, resting against him. “And that you didn’t listen to me now.”
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No Tumblr 10 photos in a photoset is NOT enough
Moar!
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Shy stared into her mug. Not for the first time, she wished she had a mother, father, an aunt, anyone she could call up for advice. Raii’sa was here, but the only kid the smuggler had ever been around was a younger Shy, and she hadn’t been much more than a child herself at the time. Andi wasn’t a difficult child by any means but finding out she appeared to be force sensitive was something Shy wasn’t sure how to handle. If only she could find Torian… he might not know how to handle this any more than she did, but at least she wouldn’t feel so alone.
Sitting in a quiet corner of the base cantina, Shy waited for her only hope to arrive. Senya was force sensitive and had raised three children, all of them sensitives as well. Questions ran through her mind as she waited. How could she train her if she wasn’t a force user herself? Would Sana-Rae and the others be willing to help? Would it be wrong to use alliance resources for her child? Should she hire someone to help from outside the alliance? Her questions came to a screeching halt as Senya crossed the room to her.
“You wanted to speak to me, Commander?” Senya carefully settled onto a chair across from Shy, signaling to a server droid for a drink. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”
“No, Senya, it’s fine. Thank you for coming. I’m not sure who else to talk to about this…” She shifted a little guiltily. Should she really bother Senya with this? “I… I’m beginning to think Andi is force sensitive.”
Senya took the glass from the returned droid and looked at Shy amused, “You need advice?”
“Yes!” Clearing her throat, she cast Senya an apologetic glance. “I mean… If you’re willing, I do have a few questions. From one mother to another?” She sighed, scooting closer, leaning over the table a bit. “I’ve never been around kids until Andi, and I’ve been alright learning as I go, but now…”
Senya smiled in understanding, “Now you find yourself in uncharted space.” Taking a sip of her drink, she watched Shy nod. “It has been a while since my children were little, but I think I remember a thing or two.” Her smile faded, “Though given the way they turned out…”
Shy reached across the table, placing a hand on Senya’s. “You had to fight against Valkorion to raise them. It’s not your fault, Senya.” Withdrawing her hand again, she took a swallow of caf. “I want to make sure she’s trained. Do you think Sana-Rae and the others in the enclave would be a good place to start? Or should I hire someone? I don’t even know who I could hire. Or maybe I should just try to help her and let her work it out on her own for now? Do I even have the right to ask for alliance members help? Would it be overstepping or a misuse of resources?” She was rambling, but once started, the questions just seemed to pour out.
Senya chuckled. “Commander, relax. From what I’ve seen, you seem to be handling the girl well. No, I don’t think you would be overstepping to ask the enclave for help with her.” It was Senya’s turn to pat Shy’s hand. “She’s young. Depending on her level of abilities, she may not need more than someone to show her how to focus.” Downing the last of her drink, she rose, moving around the table closer to Shy. “Now, why don’t we talk about the things you know she can do, and I can help you make plans from there.”
Shy smiled and began telling Senya all the little details she had been noticing over the past few weeks. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
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31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
Thank you
Corsohopped out of the taxi as it slowed, his feet barely hitting the floor beforeit sped off again. He tapped his code into the controls, the apartment doorsliding open with a soft swish. He paused a moment to let his eyes adjust as itclosed behind him. The place wasn’t dark, but the difference from the harshneon lights of the rest of Nar Shaddaa was still drastic.
It waslater than he had hoped to get back. Raii’sa was enough of a night owl sheshould still be awake. Hopefully. If not, he had wasted the evening. He pulledthe small box from his pocket, opening it as he took the stairs slowly.
Lightglinted off the ring. He had searched everywhere, from the seediest pawn shopto the priciest jewelry store the promenade had to offer. In the end, he hadfound it in a little hole in the wall shop, tucked in a dim display case in aback corner.
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( @tracinyad )
Torian pulled on his gloves and reached for his helmet, stopping short, deciding to leave it. He picked up Shy’s locket and slipped it over his head instead. His only plans for the morning were some target practice, and the usual meetings with Mandalore. He was safe enough in camp. Shae had informed them at some point today the Outlander would arrive, then everything would be in place. The droid factories here on Darvannis were a target for the alliance commander, and Mandalore had agreed to assist.
Slinging his rifle over his shoulder he ducked out of the tent, heading for the makeshift range. He recited his remembrance as he walked, as had become his habit. It was almost relaxing for him. Just a little practice to make sure his weapon was sighted in, then he would head to the command tent for final plans while they waited on the Outlander.
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Heeey, I, sadly, don't know your oc's...(yet!) But would you mind writing No.6 (A Kiss on a falling tear)? Only, if you want ro, of course.
Thank you :) sorry it took me a while to decide how to do this one. It ended up a little longer than I thought, but you get 2 ocs for the price of one!
“Hurry, Commander! We’ve got to get out of here!”
Shy ignored Jorgan’s bluster as she stepped inside the lastdwelling, pulling off her helmet as she entered. Something wasn’t right, shecould swear she had heard something when she opened the door. “It’s ok. We’rehere to help.” Shy studied the shadows. “More skytroopers will be coming. Ineed to get you out of here.”
Something moved just at the edge of her vision. Spinningtowards it, she managed not to raise her weapon, wouldn’t help a frightenedrefugee to have a blaster pointed at their face. A small child peeked around a chair,her white hair so bright in the low light Shy was surprised she didn’t notice itwhen the door had opened. Shoving her off hand into it’s holster, she movedcarefully toward the girl. “It’s alright.”
The child inched out of her hiding spot. Shy looked herover, she didn’t appear to be more than five, maybe six? Cajoling, “C’mon, we’vegotta get you out of here, are you alone?” at the girl’s nod she held out herfree hand “I’ll keep you safe, kid.”
Bristling as only children can, “Not a kid, momma said I’m abig girl.” Blue eyes glared at Shy.
An image of Torian when Shy first met him flashed in hermind. Not a kid. “Sorry, meant nooffence.”
The girl relaxed slightly. Still wary, she took Shy’s hand.
“Commander, what’sthe hold up? We have to move, now!”Jorgan poked his head in the door.
“Coming.” She quickly plopped her helmet on the girl andswung her up into her arms, no way she could keep up with them. “I’ll take careof you, I promise.”
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“Commander?”
Shy startled and looked at Jorgan. The cathar had managed tosneak up on her, she yawned, or maybe she was more tired than she thought. “Somethingwrong, Major?” stretching, she stood and faced him.
“The refugees are settled in, Commander,” he pointed a thumbover his shoulder, “with the exception of one.” He watched Shy try to locatewhat he was motioning to, “Kid’s like a ghost, fades into the shadow. I wouldn’thave seen her if I hadn’t heard her sniffling. I tried to talk to her but,well,” He shrugged, helpless, “I’m not used to kids, you know.”
Shy finally picked out the little figure huddled by a pileof boulders at the cliff base, “I’ll take care of her. Thank you, Jorgan.”Little did he know, she had no memory of ever being around any children.
Jorgan caught her arm as she stepped past him, “the othersdon’t seem to have taken her in…” Shy sighed, nodding. He released her, watchingas she picked up her pack and crossed camp before returning to his watch.
Shy grabbed a bed roll and a few blankets from a stack asshe passed, berating herself for not checking on the kid sooner. “Care if Ijoin you?” The girl wiped her eyes and shrugged. “Look, I’m sorry I left youalone here. It’s safe so I just…” she sighed and knelt next to her, “I’m sorry.There’s no excuse… You got a name?”
“Le’Andre… but momma always called me Andi…” she sniffledand wiped her nose on her sleeve. Firelight glinted off Shy’s helmet wrapped tightlyin the girl’s arms.
“I’m sorry Andi… what happened to your parents?” her weakshrug tore at Shy. “The others… do any of them take care of you?” a shake ofthe head was her only answer. Shy had to tamp down the urge to beat every lastone of them for leaving this little girl to her own devices.
She unrolled the bedding near Andi and sat on one end,patting the other. “Come sit. It’s not much but it’s gotta be more comfortablethan those rocks.” Slowly Andi moved and settled next to her. Shy wrapped ablanket around her small shoulders.
They sat for a while, the only sound the little girl’s sniffling.Suddenly the sniffling turned into full blown sobbing as Andi threw her armsaround a startled Shy. “I don’t wanna be here no more! Momma and daddy have beengone so long. I don’t like it here.”
Shy scooped her up into her lap. “Shhhh… it’ll be ok.” She smoothedthe girl’s hair and rocked gently. “I won’t make you stay here after tomorrow.You can come with me, back to my home. It’s mostly safe there.” She wouldn’t lieto the girl, nothing had happened yet, but there was always the chance.
Andi hiccupped, looking up at Shy “Promise?”
“Promise.” Shy smiled, gently kissing the tears that traileddown her cheek before wiping them away. “Tomorrow I’ll make sure one of myfriends watches over you while I take care of something. Then we’ll go home.”
Andi snuggled into her arms, her crying tapering off to afinal shuddering sigh. After several long moments, Shy settled back against a pileof stones using her pack as a makeshift pillow and dragged another blanket overthem both. Stretching her legs out along the bed roll she shifted into ascomfortable of a position as she was likely going to get, careful not to wakeher charge. Good thing she hadn’t taken her armor off, at least she couldn’tfeel the rocks.
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“I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving… You deserved to know though.” 👀
Have some feels :P
Torian stood still in the center of her… no… their room, undisturbed since the dayShy disappeared. He hadn’t been able to sleep here without her. Months had passed,and they were no closer to finding Shy. Chasingghosts.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked around theroom. He had few belongings, most of which weren’t stored here anyway, but heneeded to make sure he had everything. Corridan would be here soon, Mandalore’scall would not wait just because he could not find mirjahaal, peace.
He moved slowly, meticulously replacing everything he movedas he gathered his things, Shy’s scent still clung to hers. “Shy,” Not sure why I’m talking to an empty room,“I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving…” his voice sounded loud in the silence.“You deserved to know though.”, it eased his mind somewhat, he could almostfeel her presence.
He paused when he saw her locket on a shelf. It was the onehe had given her for their first anniversary. He touched it reverently, blinkingback tears as a fresh wave of sorrow washed over him. She wore it every timeshe went into danger, claiming the holos of her family gave her strength. Shewas supposed to have been safe on Marr’s ship. Picking it up he slipped thechain over his head and tucked it beneath his armor.
He finished quickly, casting one last look around the roombefore closing the door. He needed to be gone before Mako woke to ask him wherehe was going. Guilt gnawed at him. He had promised to protect her when theothers started leaving. Not for the first time, the thought of bringing herwith him crossed his mind. She wasn’t Mando’ade, but he could adopt her intoclan Cadera, not that it was worth being a part of, but it was something. Justas quickly he brushed the thought away. Mako was safer here, away from the bulkof the fighting. Mandalore would waste no time hitting Zakuul head on.
That did little to quash his guilt, he was abandoning her inthe middle of the night. He headed for the helm and typed a note for her tofind, promising he would check in on her. After a moment he pulled up hisaccounts and transferred most of his credits to Mako, she would need them morethan he did. Treek was still here, as was 51. They had both decided fightingZakuul was better than anything they would find on their own. Twovee was stillhere as well… Mako wouldn’t be completely alone. She was smart, she could takecare of herself… he hoped.
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“I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving… You deserved to know though.” 👀
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Torian stood still in the center of her… no… their room, undisturbed since the dayShy disappeared. He hadn’t been able to sleep here without her. Months had passed,and they were no closer to finding Shy. Chasingghosts.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked around theroom. He had few belongings, most of which weren’t stored here anyway, but heneeded to make sure he had everything. Corridan would be here soon, Mandalore’scall would not wait just because he could not find mirjahaal, peace.
He moved slowly, meticulously replacing everything he movedas he gathered his things, Shy’s scent still clung to hers. “Shy,” Not sure why I’m talking to an empty room,“I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving…” his voice sounded loud in the silence.“You deserved to know though.”, it eased his mind somewhat, he could almostfeel her presence.
He paused when he saw her locket on a shelf. It was the onehe had given her for their first anniversary. He touched it reverently, blinkingback tears as a fresh wave of sorrow washed over him. She wore it every timeshe went into danger, claiming the holos of her family gave her strength. Shewas supposed to have been safe on Marr’s ship. Picking it up he slipped thechain over his head and tucked it beneath his armor.
He finished quickly, casting one last look around the roombefore closing the door. He needed to be gone before Mako woke to ask him wherehe was going. Guilt gnawed at him. He had promised to protect her when theothers started leaving. Not for the first time, the thought of bringing herwith him crossed his mind. She wasn’t Mando’ade, but he could adopt her intoclan Cadera, not that it was worth being a part of, but it was something. Justas quickly he brushed the thought away. Mako was safer here, away from the bulkof the fighting. Mandalore would waste no time hitting Zakuul head on.
That did little to quash his guilt, he was abandoning her inthe middle of the night. He headed for the helm and typed a note for her tofind, promising he would check in on her. After a moment he pulled up hisaccounts and transferred most of his credits to Mako, she would need them morethan he did. Treek was still here, as was 51. They had both decided fightingZakuul was better than anything they would find on their own. Twovee was stillhere as well… Mako wouldn’t be completely alone. She was smart, she could takecare of herself… he hoped.