Account: LT. Rolan Droge
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Story: #1
The air on Rakata Prime was thick with humidity, the endless storm clouds rolling overhead casting everything in muted shades of blue and gray. The training grounds were mostly empty this late at night, save for two figures sitting atop the ruined remains of a broken training droid.
Serina had her arms crossed, one boot planted against the droid's dented frame, head tilted back as she gazed up at the sky. She wasn't looking at Alana. Not directly. But Alana could feel her attention in the way she shifted, the slight tap of her fingers against her arm, the way she exhaled a little too deliberately.
"You ever think about running?" Alana asked suddenly, flicking her lighter open and shut in her hand. The tiny flame sparked and died over and over, casting little flickers of orange against her pale fingers.
Serina's lip curled in amusement. "You know that's treason, right?"
"Like that's ever stopped you from thinking about it." Alana nudged her playfully, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
Serina turned her head, her sharp, dark eyes studying Alana's face. Whatever she was looking for, Alana didn't know. But she didn't like the way it made her feel—like she was something fragile, something seen.
"You mean running away together?" Serina's voice was light, almost teasing, but Alana could hear the sincerity buried under the words.
Alana let out a sharp breath, shoving the lighter back into her pocket. "You say that like it'd be some grand romantic escape. We'd last a week before someone put a bounty on us."
"Then we'd go down in a blaze of glory," Serina smirked, but her voice wavered just slightly.
Alana hesitated, then reached out, brushing their fingers together. Not quite holding her hand. Just touching. It was stupid. It was dangerous. But it was the only thing that made her feel real.
"We wouldn't have to run if things were different," Alana muttered, staring at the ground.
Serina was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, she laced their fingers together, squeezing just enough to make Alana's breath hitch. "Yeah. But they aren't."
Alana finally looked at her, meeting her gaze. Serina looked so damn sure of herself, like she was already making peace with whatever inevitable end awaited them. Like she wasn't afraid.
Alana hated that.
She shifted closer, shoulder pressing against Serina's, letting their hands stay tangled together in the space between them. "Let's stay here a little longer."
Serina hummed in agreement, her thumb tracing idle patterns against Alana's skin.
“Just…promote me, we’ll stay together.”
Entries:
Story: #1
The air on Rakata Prime was thick with humidity, the endless storm clouds rolling overhead casting everything in muted shades of blue and gray. The training grounds were mostly empty this late at night, save for two figures sitting atop the ruined remains of a broken training droid.
Serina had her arms crossed, one boot planted against the droid's dented frame, head tilted back as she gazed up at the sky. She wasn't looking at Alana. Not directly. But Alana could feel her attention in the way she shifted, the slight tap of her fingers against her arm, the way she exhaled a little too deliberately.
"You ever think about running?" Alana asked suddenly, flicking her lighter open and shut in her hand. The tiny flame sparked and died over and over, casting little flickers of orange against her pale fingers.
Serina's lip curled in amusement. "You know that's treason, right?"
"Like that's ever stopped you from thinking about it." Alana nudged her playfully, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
Serina turned her head, her sharp, dark eyes studying Alana's face. Whatever she was looking for, Alana didn't know. But she didn't like the way it made her feel—like she was something fragile, something seen.
"You mean running away together?" Serina's voice was light, almost teasing, but Alana could hear the sincerity buried under the words.
Alana let out a sharp breath, shoving the lighter back into her pocket. "You say that like it'd be some grand romantic escape. We'd last a week before someone put a bounty on us."
"Then we'd go down in a blaze of glory," Serina smirked, but her voice wavered just slightly.
Alana hesitated, then reached out, brushing their fingers together. Not quite holding her hand. Just touching. It was stupid. It was dangerous. But it was the only thing that made her feel real.
"We wouldn't have to run if things were different," Alana muttered, staring at the ground.
Serina was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, she laced their fingers together, squeezing just enough to make Alana's breath hitch. "Yeah. But they aren't."
Alana finally looked at her, meeting her gaze. Serina looked so damn sure of herself, like she was already making peace with whatever inevitable end awaited them. Like she wasn't afraid.
Alana hated that.
She shifted closer, shoulder pressing against Serina's, letting their hands stay tangled together in the space between them. "Let's stay here a little longer."
Serina hummed in agreement, her thumb tracing idle patterns against Alana's skin.
“Just…promote me, we’ll stay together.”
