Rosa Gunn allowed herself to be led away from the terror, legs moving automatically, numb to the chaos around her. She didn't recall the trip from ground into space, a juddering voyage that took them between wreckage and stray laser fire. She slipped into a trance, drawing inwards, drawing away from the carnage and pain still ringing in her ears. She recalled the hours before, watching his ship fade into the distance leaving her on Arda's sandy beaches. She recalled the feel of the sand beneath her feet as she pacced torn with worry for Seydon and for herself.
Should she have stayed behind? Would things have been different? Would he have been safer? How was she ever going to get passed this? A hundred questions whirled through her mind, chased by the fading cried of the spirits latched to her soul. Darth Isolda and Odium had broken Rosa, but Layil, the woman she had become, her alter ego had utterly destroyed her. She would have given a thousand lives to go back in time and change something...maybe everything that had happened in the last few years.
She woke among feather pillows and beneath silk sheets, stripped down to her underclothes. She lay still for a moment listening to the soft rumble of the ship's engines, watching the patterns the blue of hyperspace bathed their room in. Eventually she rolled over, fingers reaching out to touch his side of the bed. It was slightly warm and brought a little comfort to her heart. Sliding from between the sheets she donned a silk robe and padded barefoot along the halls to the bridge.
A slender hand squeezed Seydon's shoulder before she slid round and into his lap, head moving to rest on his shoulder. Fingers idly stroked his head and she sat their quietly for a time, simply content to be in his arms again. When she spoke finally, it was softly.
"I am so sorry, love."
[member="Seydon of Arda"]
Should she have stayed behind? Would things have been different? Would he have been safer? How was she ever going to get passed this? A hundred questions whirled through her mind, chased by the fading cried of the spirits latched to her soul. Darth Isolda and Odium had broken Rosa, but Layil, the woman she had become, her alter ego had utterly destroyed her. She would have given a thousand lives to go back in time and change something...maybe everything that had happened in the last few years.
She woke among feather pillows and beneath silk sheets, stripped down to her underclothes. She lay still for a moment listening to the soft rumble of the ship's engines, watching the patterns the blue of hyperspace bathed their room in. Eventually she rolled over, fingers reaching out to touch his side of the bed. It was slightly warm and brought a little comfort to her heart. Sliding from between the sheets she donned a silk robe and padded barefoot along the halls to the bridge.
A slender hand squeezed Seydon's shoulder before she slid round and into his lap, head moving to rest on his shoulder. Fingers idly stroked his head and she sat their quietly for a time, simply content to be in his arms again. When she spoke finally, it was softly.
"I am so sorry, love."
[member="Seydon of Arda"]