S H A D O W
There is a thin line between love and hate. Both emotions are plagued with a burning desire, but by two different names, passion and rage. The universe continues to force two people together, and when they come together, their meeting is met with explosive consequences. Never in her life did Allyson have someone so focused on destroying her. Vaylin was another type of enemy she had made through her actions - not her allegiance.
Yet, after the years had passed and Vaylin had done her best to break the Corellian, she was unsuccessful. The Zabrak even had gone as far to rip the Spy's eye from its socket, but now the woman found herself wrapped in the arms of her enemy. Allyson would attest this change to whatever had happened to her when they had fallen into the hole during Vaylin's latest attempt to kill the Corellian. Something had changed drastically, and whatever it was, Allyson was partially grateful for it.
Vaylin had gotten too close at times to ending Allyson's life, and Allyson was quite fond of living.
Tonight after the party on Bastion, Allyson pulled the Zabrak into one of the SIA safe houses that she had established during her stay as Rae. Old uniforms collected dust on the dressers, but both women were too preoccupied with the other. Years of tension and the evening's inhibitions consumed them as the lights faded in the safe house.
Allyson slept. She slept soundly for the first time in what felt like ages. The feeling of someone else besides her, her guard down, and she allowed herself to relax. An eye fluttered open as she found her face buried in a mess of dark hair; the mixed scent of the bar and Vaylin's perfume infiltrated her senses. For just a moment, the Corellian allowed herself to indulge in the woman beside her, forgetting their shared history. Shifting against her, a hand trailed slender fingertips down the length of the Zabrak's arm.
An odd turn of events, but one she didn't regret - for now. Sitting up, Allyson reached for the abandoned eyepatch and pulled it over the cybernetic eye. She glanced down as she settled back against the pillow; it was unfortunate that the safe houses were never meant for things like this - but the small bed and few spare blankets did well enough.
Sitting there, Allyson contemplated her evening's choices. Was this a mistake? Should she have left Vaylin alone? The answers made sense, the ones that people around her would have said, but it wasn't like Allyson would ever listen to anyone around her. A smug grin crossed her face as she thought about the Circle and how certain members would react to her consorting with a former Sith.
Strangely, when she thought about it - a part of her felt as if she had more in common with the Sith than other Jedi. She didn't want their path, nor did she ever find herself drowning in the light. Her work, her missions were frowned upon but necessary. Either way, now wasn't the time to think about work or the Jedi - especially when she had a beautiful woman beside her. Leaning over, she put her arms over the sleeping Zabrak and lowered herself, brushing her lips against her cheek up to her ear where she whispered.
"Good morning~."
Yet, after the years had passed and Vaylin had done her best to break the Corellian, she was unsuccessful. The Zabrak even had gone as far to rip the Spy's eye from its socket, but now the woman found herself wrapped in the arms of her enemy. Allyson would attest this change to whatever had happened to her when they had fallen into the hole during Vaylin's latest attempt to kill the Corellian. Something had changed drastically, and whatever it was, Allyson was partially grateful for it.
Vaylin had gotten too close at times to ending Allyson's life, and Allyson was quite fond of living.
Tonight after the party on Bastion, Allyson pulled the Zabrak into one of the SIA safe houses that she had established during her stay as Rae. Old uniforms collected dust on the dressers, but both women were too preoccupied with the other. Years of tension and the evening's inhibitions consumed them as the lights faded in the safe house.
Allyson slept. She slept soundly for the first time in what felt like ages. The feeling of someone else besides her, her guard down, and she allowed herself to relax. An eye fluttered open as she found her face buried in a mess of dark hair; the mixed scent of the bar and Vaylin's perfume infiltrated her senses. For just a moment, the Corellian allowed herself to indulge in the woman beside her, forgetting their shared history. Shifting against her, a hand trailed slender fingertips down the length of the Zabrak's arm.
An odd turn of events, but one she didn't regret - for now. Sitting up, Allyson reached for the abandoned eyepatch and pulled it over the cybernetic eye. She glanced down as she settled back against the pillow; it was unfortunate that the safe houses were never meant for things like this - but the small bed and few spare blankets did well enough.
Sitting there, Allyson contemplated her evening's choices. Was this a mistake? Should she have left Vaylin alone? The answers made sense, the ones that people around her would have said, but it wasn't like Allyson would ever listen to anyone around her. A smug grin crossed her face as she thought about the Circle and how certain members would react to her consorting with a former Sith.
Strangely, when she thought about it - a part of her felt as if she had more in common with the Sith than other Jedi. She didn't want their path, nor did she ever find herself drowning in the light. Her work, her missions were frowned upon but necessary. Either way, now wasn't the time to think about work or the Jedi - especially when she had a beautiful woman beside her. Leaning over, she put her arms over the sleeping Zabrak and lowered herself, brushing her lips against her cheek up to her ear where she whispered.
"Good morning~."