We were conquers.
The emptiness left a rend through her chest that made her still. The better part of a decade had been spent following him and Lyra didn’t have the foresight, couldn’t even fathom seeing him reach this low. She didn’t think he had the heart to put the blaster to his own head, he’d find a way to end it on the field; such was easier to write off. Frustration bred long dried up tears and a harsh exhale escaped her, disturbing the silence between them amidst his confession. In her anger she would have walked out, should have walked out.
She had no more words to offer him, couldn’t even reason but he wasn’t in any sane mindspace but it was difficult to walk out on a note like that. Her hands couldn’t mend any of this, what reasonable situation prepared someone for any of this? Her lip curled up in a sneer as her hands dropped at her sides..He wasn’t thinking sanely, it wasn’t an excuse and she caught herself in the imbalance of soldier and woman again.
The issue was resolved but his wasn’t.
They weren’t sitting in the middle of some backwater planet, talking over brandy late into the night at the field command’s post. No, they weren’t the same people from then and they hadn’t been given a chance to be anything but the Legion. The rain outside never ceased, and Lyra weighed her options; the soles of her feet aching. She was exhausted and Lyra just wanted to know what was going through his mind. Turning to face him, her footsteps scuffed and rang out as she crossed the dim room. Stopping short of his side, the fire light catching the corners of her form. It was a mock sense of warmth amidst the all the durasteel. Her hands planted themselves on her knees, digging her nails into her skin as she sat down beside him. The couch creaked idly and she was close enough to touch him and she butted her knee against his. The issues laid out before them, that dogged his heels were bigger than them combined. Swiping a stray finger under her eye catching her own tears, her thoughts wandered between to the ugly cyclone outside. Lyra for all her kriffing steadfastness, wasn’t going to let him sit in hell alone.
Irveric Tavlar
She had no more words to offer him, couldn’t even reason but he wasn’t in any sane mindspace but it was difficult to walk out on a note like that. Her hands couldn’t mend any of this, what reasonable situation prepared someone for any of this? Her lip curled up in a sneer as her hands dropped at her sides..He wasn’t thinking sanely, it wasn’t an excuse and she caught herself in the imbalance of soldier and woman again.
The issue was resolved but his wasn’t.
They weren’t sitting in the middle of some backwater planet, talking over brandy late into the night at the field command’s post. No, they weren’t the same people from then and they hadn’t been given a chance to be anything but the Legion. The rain outside never ceased, and Lyra weighed her options; the soles of her feet aching. She was exhausted and Lyra just wanted to know what was going through his mind. Turning to face him, her footsteps scuffed and rang out as she crossed the dim room. Stopping short of his side, the fire light catching the corners of her form. It was a mock sense of warmth amidst the all the durasteel. Her hands planted themselves on her knees, digging her nails into her skin as she sat down beside him. The couch creaked idly and she was close enough to touch him and she butted her knee against his. The issues laid out before them, that dogged his heels were bigger than them combined. Swiping a stray finger under her eye catching her own tears, her thoughts wandered between to the ugly cyclone outside. Lyra for all her kriffing steadfastness, wasn’t going to let him sit in hell alone.
Irveric Tavlar