In Fields of Sorrow

[The End Narrator]

Concord Dawn​

Mira sat on the nose of the Starfury, her hands in her lap as she stared out at the landing pad. She waited a day or so now – had it been that long? She lost track of time at this point, she was becoming impatient. She had felt a harsh tremor in the Force, one that surrounded her mother. Mira knew it was only one thing – death. Mira assumed it was anyways, and the only person she had close to her was on her way but not fast enough. Mira kept her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth for a moment before letting go of her legs and jumping off the nose of the Starfighter. She took a look at Pixel and then the incoming transports. “Pixel, if she comes – tell her where to find me. I can’t sit here anymore.”

Her mind was a wreck, her heart was aching for answers and somewhere she burned for revenge. She couldn’t reach her father; she couldn’t reach Aton. She had no way of knowing what was going on. The last word she had received was that her mother was on Roche, with her grandfather. Maybe she should try him? But what good would that do? What if her fear and feelings were true? What if Aaralyn was gone? Mira felt her world start to collapse as she walked out of the starport, her hands clutching together tightly. She was having trouble breathing as it were, having trouble focusing and concentrating.

Would Fiore help or be worse on her emotions?
She couldn’t tell.

Her walk was brisk, steps rapid – almost a shuffle as she made it to the outskirts of town. There, she found the rocks she was sitting upon where she felt the tremor in the Force. She would hesitate, a hand coming down to touch the rough surface gently – a sense of fear coming over her, afraid she might feel it again. Nothing came as flesh made contact with stone. Mira gently sat herself down upon it and stared out into the horizon. What was happening!?

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

“You can’t do this!” A man stepped back, he had lost his lightsabers and it was as if she knew how the force worked. Using the Force, he pulled one of the sabers she had parried away from him. The blade flew over her shoulder and ignited, her own saber crashed against his as she kept all her weight on him. His shoulder showed injury and she knew that he was almost finished. Keeping the pressure on the Jedi, she lifted her leg and kicked him hard in the knee cap. He stumbled and before he could react, she drove the saber through his chest. Looking up at her hooded face, he fell to his knees and tried to stab her with his own blade before he perished. The blade caught her arm burning the fabric against her bicep. Cursing she stepped back turning off the blade and keeping a hold of her own hilt. The Jedi died and she walked over and took his saber.

Kicking his body over she flipped him off the edge of the building they were fighting on. She watched his body fall into the garbage pit. His body would be taken care of and the assassin wouldn’t have to worry about it. A small droid zipped at her and waited for her to deposit the saber. Her trophy would be sent and delivered to [member="Amelia Sorenn"] ‘s desk in a few days. Sending a transmission, she reported back and stated she was taking a few days for herself. This meant no targets for the time being. Cursing, she realized she took too long tracking down the Jedi Knight – he was more difficult to register – it seemed his connection to the Force wasn’t as strong as the others she had fought.

Getting rid of the clothing she had, she changed and headed towards the public transports. Using her ticket, she quickly boarded and found her place on the shuttle. Fiore looked around and examined the people that were on the shuttle with her. It was common for Jedi and Sith to take the public transports especially if they were working under cover. Seeing one, she recognized the dark side corruption, she took note of his face and planned on following him on his stop. Grasping the lightsaber on her leg, she felt the craftsmanship on the blade and remembered who the blade belonged too. Eyes closed and she thought about [member="Mira Rekali"] , the girl was a peaceful moment in her mind and her life.

The shuttle ride was quiet and she watched as the Sith Apprentice got off along with her at Concord Dawn. She continued to fight the urge to kill him and decided to fill her mind with spending time with Mira. Moving along the platform she looked around for the girl. Then there was a droid that zipped her way towards her and delivered the message. Fiore was confused and was hoping that Mira had been waiting for her. Heading out towards where Pixel had told her, she looked for Mira. When she had found her, Fiore lowered her hood and brushed her hair behind her ears. There was a slight wince as she felt the burn of the lightsaber against her arm brush against her clothing, she would have to remain quiet about that. “Mira?” The girl moved closer as she reached out to touch the hand that was resting on the stone. “Sorry I kept you waiting…”

 

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Mira held her breath as she heard the voice of Fiore ring in her ears.

She turned to look at the other girl and offered her a weak smile before gesturing to the rock beside her. There wasn’t much Mira could say – the emotions she felt were quite overwhelming and she wasn’t able to take it all in. There was too much to understand, too much to throw around, just too much of everything. It was as if her entire world came crashing down and she was left without a glimmer of hope. Mira turned back to the horizon and sighed rather heavily. “Life is something we cling to.” She began, watching a flock of some avian species take off against the wind before their formation shifted to fly with the flow, rather than against it. “We sit around and do everything we can for survival – Jedi, Sith, people who can’t use the Force.” She let off a half-hearted chuckled and looked to Fiore with a slightly teary eyed, amused gaze. Her facial expression shifted to a serious one, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She felt puffy, almost suffocated.

“In the end, we’re all the same. Our bodies are nothing more than vessels to pass us through this world and onto the next.” She waved a hand infront of her. “If that makes any bit of sense.” She inhaled deeply and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs tight. Her chin would come to rest upon her arms as she continued to stare out into the horizon. “When you kill a Jedi or a Sith – it’s no different than when you kill someone who isn’t one.” She said bluntly, turning her head to where she could stare at Fiore. “You say you care about me, what happens when it’s time to kill me and you’re forced to make a decision, hmm?” The raw subject of their complicated relationship and no less at the worst moment possible.

For Mira, it was something that was emotionally charged.

For Fiore, it would be like a hot dagger out of nowhere.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

[member="Mira Rekali"]

[SIZE=10pt]Fiore didn’t need the force to know that there was something wrong with Mira. The way the girl moved and spoke was enough evidence that something seriously had happened. Sitting next to her she did her best to offer some sort of comfort, but in reality she really didn’t know what to do. Growing up there was no comfort – you just dealt with what was wrong and continued to looking forward. Fiore did her best to remain close to Mira as she spoke about death. The girl was right and Fiore knew what she was doing was the wrong way to go about things, but it was what she did to survive. Killing Force Users insured that she lived another day, that she ate another day, and that she had a place to sleep for another day. Every lightsaber she sent back, meant that there was another day of air to breath. She didn’t say anything nor did she try and defend her profession. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Just being there was hopefully enough for Mira, but the tables quickly turned as the girl questioned when she was going to kill her. Fiore had assumed the situation had been dealt with already – she had shared with Mira her importance to the assassin. Each word burned into her chest, like the lightsaber she had felt only a day ago against her flesh. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Mira, I wouldn’t kill you. I would never kill you, the thought of it makes me sick.” Reaching out she attempted to rest her hand against the Jedi’s arm. “Forced to make a decision? I’ve already made it. I’d rather be killed then have to kill you.” Sighing softly, she did her best to keep her own emotions in check. “I won’t let the end of your vision come true. I’ll fight fate or what have you to make sure you’re safe from anyone that wants to harm you.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I care about you…so much. What did I do to make you question that?” [/SIZE]

 

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Mira shook her head.

“You didn’t do anything.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

“I imagine; you didn’t know what it was like to truly feel with the Force when someone you love dies.” She began to weep softly; her voice began to crack. “I envy you.” That is when she broke down into a full blown meltdown. Mira let her emotions go and began to bawl, and hard it was. She was almost to an extent of wailing as she unfolded herself off the rock and collapsed onto the form of Fiore. Her arms sought the lithe form of the other woman, the woman who she was slowly falling for – someone she could seek solace and comfort with. There was no other way to explain it – she loved Fiore. Despite her fear and confusion, she was in love and she hadn’t truly felt that way about someone since [member="Liam Quez"]. This wasn’t about her feelings for Fiore though, this was about the death of her mother.

“M..y mom….” She managed to spit out, burying her face into Fiore’s side. She hoped she didn’t have to finish that sentence, as the mere thought caused her chest to tighten and her heart to ache more. She couldn’t help it. She was breaking apart emotionally – she didn’t know how to say it. There wasn’t a tenant in the Jedi Code to cover something like the death of a parent. Perhaps in the holocrons of old Masters, but nothing outright in the teachings.

Mira’s breathing was rapid, her crying was running rampant and she was almost to the point of inconsolable. Somewhere in the Galaxy and through the Force, [member="Aton Gyndar"] would feel her sorrow.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Mira crashed into Fiore and her first instinct was the wrap her arms the best she could around the girl as she cried. The loss of someone through the Force was something she was never able to do. Unknown to her, the woman that carried and birthed her had died after giving the girl up for adoption. The woman’s blood was just an old stain on the pavement of Coruscant. Fiore didn’t even know she was from the planet – so loved ones, Mira was the one and only. New emotions washed over her as she wanted to make the pain stop – to somehow make everything better.

She couldn’t though, there was no way she could make this better and deep down in her core – it destroyed her. All she could do from this point is hold the other girl, keep her tightly against her and let her cry. Fiore compared them as if she lost Mira and how much that would hurt, once she did that she was able to sympathize with Mira. A hand ran through the chocolate locks, as a soft ‘shh’ came from her lips in hopes of soothing the Jedi. Her hold tightened as she did her best to comfort the girl. Attachments were dangerous and Fiore could see why. A part of her wondered if when she killed Sith and Jedi – if their loved ones could feel it as well.

Guilt settled in as she hugged Mira tightly. A soft kiss brushed against the girl’s head as she continued to comfort her. “I’m here, I’m not ever going to leave you…” There was more she wanted to say, but she didn’t know how to convey it into words. Her heart belonged to the Jedi she held and she knew she would have to remain alive till the very end to avoid causing Mira this pain ever again. [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira continued to weep softly in the arms of Fiore. She was at a complete loss for words. Nothing could express her grief in such a situation beyond tears. The words of Fiore fell upon her ears and it caused her to stop for a brief moment, a bit of sniffling took hold as she pulled away from the embrace. Her arm came up to wipe away tears from her face as she stared at Fiore, puffy faced and red-eyed. “You’re not going to leave me?” She blinked a few times, the burning sensation from crying so much forcing a few more tears down her cheeks. What an interesting thing to say at this point and time. The thought of losing Fiore only caused her eyes to brim up with more tears, her lips turning downwards in a frown as she tilted her head to the side. “Why would you even think that there might even be a chance?” She began to sob a bit, slowly at first. “Don’t you love me?”

Mira fired it off first, she didn’t know how Fiore felt or if Fiore even knew what love was. Mira on the other hand knew how she felt but she dared not affirm it before the other woman. If the feelings were lopsided and leaning in the direction of Mira, she would feel foolish and it would only fuel an argument. Perhaps this would – perhaps it would turn her grief into anger and they would argue. Of course, that potential thought frightened her, but she stowed it away for now. She was focused on potentially losing Fiore and wondering if the girl before her even loved her. Her sobbing continued as she stared through watery eyes at the woman she had sacrificed herself to – without even really a second though behind it.

Such was the web they have woven together.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Blinking, when Fiore was questioned she was confused wondering if she had said something extremely wrong. She had thought by letting Mira know that she would never leave her in this time of need would have been comforting. All it did though was cause her to question her motives once more. Then came the question that she probably dreaded the most. Mira asked if Fiore loved her. Of course Fiore had no real idea what love was, what it was supposed to feel like. She stared at Mira and used her thumb to wipe away any of the tears that fell as her questions were asked.

It bought her some time as Fiore tried to work through her understanding of Love. She had seen it before - with other Jedi in the temple. They had paired off, but her master was a traditionalist, trained in the ways of the old Order. There were no attachments and no emotions. That meant that from when Fiore was a young girl - emotions were locked and kept from her. What she felt though, from what she remembered with the pairs of padawans that were moving about - she felt similar to how they felt. Was that love? Was it something else? Either way, she knew there was something she felt for Mira.

“I know I won’t leave you, the thought never passed through my head. I wanted to reassure you that I’m always going to be here.” Taking a deep breath she tried to continue to assess how she felt - how to put it into words. Biting her lower lip, she nodded. If what she felt wasn’t love, it was something closer to it than she had ever felt before. “I do love you, even if you don’t love me - I’ll always love you and I’ll wait till you do love me.”
A smile, “Because I can’t love someone who isn’t you.” [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira whispered, leaning closer to Fiore. She teared up, as she clung to the girl - almost desperate. "I need to hear the words Fiore." She looked rapidly between the eyes of the woman before her. "There is nothing holding me back from saying it..." She began to cry again, burying her head into Fiore's chest. "I love you, more than you know." She whispered softly. There was nothing else she could say, she finally had spit the words out that she dreaded. Perhaps it took such an act as the death of her mother to let down the emotional barrier that held her back. As sad as it was - in the end, it might have been beneficial for Mira.

How Fiore felt was another thing. She said she felt love for Mira, but did she really love her. Mira felt it was more of an 'I know' type sentiment than the actual 'I love you'. She had to know how Fiore felt, if she heard the words, maybe she would calm down some. Maybe this would be easier to deal with. She was growing tired and weak from the emotional trauma this was having on her.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

She heard it, despite it being a whisper, Fiore heard it loud and clear. Something inside of her twisted and pulled tightly on her chest. Attachments were dangerous, even now with her current profession. The more she felt for Mira and vice versa put them both in the line of fire of the other’s world. Still, the more she thought about a life without Mira – it wasn’t worth living. After everything she had been put through it mattered not if Mira wasn’t the light of her existence. Fiore found her world quickly reforming till Mira was the center of it.

A hand moved and pulled Mira’s head from the center of Fiore’s chest. She had to reiterate what she had said, “I love you. I love you Mira Rekali.” Pulling the emotional girl into a tighter embrace she attempted to comfort her for the most part. The same hand that had guided Mira’s attention to Fiore, remained where it was and pulled her into a kiss. It was unlike their kisses before, it confirmed Fiore’s feelings to herself and hopefully to Mira. If she could, Fiore would pour everything she had inside of her into that one kiss. Mira wanted to know, she needed to know where Fiore stood with her.

Pulling away, Fiore rested her forehead against Mira’s and whispered, “I love you and I want you more than anything, with you my revenge means nothing – because you give me so much more to look forward to” [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira looked up with puffy eyes as Fiore held her head up.

“Ok.” It was all she could say. She was emotionally and physically drained, she leaned up as best she could – pulling at Fiore for a kiss. “Can we just go back to city and get a room for the night?” Of course, Mira had other things on her mind. She was distraught and needed a distraction. What better of a distraction than an emotional connection with Fiore on a level that was rather euphoric in nature. Mira tried to smile but it came off a bit weak as she nestled her head into Fiore’s neck.

She had to get over this.

Aaralyn was gone, and there was nothing she could do about it.

It was acceptance for the loss of her mother. She wouldn’t forget her, to forget would be a dishonor to her memory. No, she would just continue on with her life. That would be the best thing, wouldn’t it? Her mother would want her to continue to train, continue to be the best Jedi she could possibly be. Her destiny was with Fiore wasn’t it? It had to be.

She tried to dismiss the thoughts, they were distracting to say the least. Mira kept other things on her mind for the time being. She had grieved enough and she just wanted to feel love before the world of dreams took her away for the evening.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore knew not to ask anymore questions, she had satisfied Mira’s questions and she was relieved that it didn’t dissolve into a fight. It was the last thing they both needed at this time, Fiore was tired from her previous target and Mira just had possibly the worst thing happen to her. A part of her wondered if her mother was still alive and if she had passed did she feel it? It was something she questioned internally but didn’t bother asking out loud. The talk of mothers was a sensitive subject, possibly a question down the line for them to answer.

Kissing Mira softly, she smiled and ran her fingers along the girl’s face. They needed time alone, to recuperate. “We can do that.” It was all that needed to be said. Climbing off the rock she helped Mira down and they made their way into town. Concord Dawn wasn’t the busiest of ports so it was fairly easy to find a place to stay for the night. Obtaining the room, Fiore paid with the credits she had received earlier and gathered the keys. She helped Mira with whatever the girl had and with whatever Pixel needed for the trip. Since their meeting she’s grown to like the little droid. He was cute and a part of her wanted to get one too so that he had a friend when she was around.

Looking in the mirror she removed the sweater she had on and tossed it aside. A small med kit she had pulled out of her bag laid on the table in front of the mirror. She grabbed the bacta and smeared it on the lightsaber burn and then rolled down her sleeve. Leaning on the table, she sighed softly. “ A warm bath might make you feel better, want me to go get it ready for you?”[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Pixel rolled around the room, inspecting each corner before he rolled up to Fiore and beeped softly. The droid let out something that resembled a satisfied 'warp' before he moved infront of his mistress, Mira. Pixel took a second to look at her feet and then up at her face. His scanners indicated she was still suffering from some neurological issues - emotional distress is what the humans called it. Pixel let off a soft, sad warble as he nudged the knee of Mira gently. ~I would normally say don't listen to her, but I know how you feel Mistress.~ He said through a series of beeps and tones as he rotated to look at Fiore before spinning back to look at Mira.

~Perhaps a bath would do you well, and then some rest?~ He inquired.

[member="Fiore de Noir"] | [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira looked down at [member="Pixel"] and smiled softly, gently patting him on the dome. “Thanks buddy.”

She turned to Fiore who was tending to a wound before looking over towards the refresher. “No, I’ll take care of it myself.” She said quietly, standing up slowly. Mira peeled her shirt off from herself, and then her pants. She shot a glance back at Fiore who was, well, too busy to give her just one little look. Mira let a smile crack at the corner of her lips as she entered the refresher and began to draw the bath. The steam would rise as the water began to fill the tub. Mira sat there for a moment, staring at the clear liquid as it sloshed back and forth. She reached behind her back with both hands, index and thumb fingers unsnapping clasps to her bra before she let it drop to the floor. Of course, her last undergarment came off shortly after – a quick toss out of the room and the loud warble that followed behind it let her know that Pixel was none too pleased to have it land on him.

Mira slowly lowered herself into the tub, grimacing slightly as the hot water touched her cool skin. It was a bit painful and caused her to almost retract from the tub but she continued. She lowered herself fully into the water, allowing it to continue to fill before finally it rose up and over her bosom. She had to admit – it was a change. She hadn’t relaxed like this in a while and with all the commotion, she never thought a bath would feel this good. Mira would take a moment to soak it in, arms coming up to rest upon the sides, leaning back against the porcelain. Her eyes would close as she continued to breathe in deep and exhale out slowly.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore nodded as she played with the end of her shirt for a moment as Mira went and handled her bath. Without Mira knowing it seemed, Fiore did glance over at her taking a peek at what had been hers a few weeks prior. A soft chuckle escaped her as she laughed at the poor bb-droid come under panty fire. Silently she wondered if that was a one-time thing still, despite the exchange of emotions. Would it be different the next time since there was something more on the line besides pleasure? Emotions were something that confused the young assassin, life was easier without them, but bland. She could see why the Jedi had outlawed them in the past – love made people do silly things.

She knew first hand, the burn on her arm was her trying to avoid a strike without putting herself into another compromising position. On her mind was this girl, this Jedi, the woman she had just confessed her love for. Did this mean she would constantly force herself to be more careful when she worked? What made her dangerous was that she had nothing to lose, nothing kept her attached to the living besides her hate and desire for revenge. Looking in the mirror again she stared at herself – one of the few times she had seen what she looked like. Finger tips touched her lips and her cheeks, she liked what she saw – she wasn’t hideous or deformed. Revenge didn’t feel so important anymore, especially with Mira in her company.

There was someone waiting for her always. Sighing softly, she stripped off the rest of her simple leather armor and undershirt leaving her in a loose tank top and her tight fitting jodhpurs. Leather boots shifted as she made her way towards the tub. Stopping, she noticed the minibar and acquired two glasses with Corellian whiskey on the rocks. Maybe Mira needed a bit more of something to relax – Fiore knew she did. Ignoring the courtesy to knock, Fiore entered and offered the drink. “Something a bit more to help you relax? How are you feeling?”

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira opened her right eye to look at Fiore, a soft throaty chuckle escaping her.

“I’m feeling a bit better.” She said softly as she reached up to take the glass of whiskey from Fiore. Her other hand would rise from the tub to gently clasp the glass. She took a moment to look at the amber liquor stirring around in an ill-fated dance with the ice. Her gaze never broke from the twirling ice and liquid as she spoke up.

“Fiore, where did you get that burn…?” Mira said bluntly, eyes breaking away from the glass to stare at her other half. Garnet eyes pierced through flesh and bone, staring into the soul of Fiore through her own eyes. She knew Fiore couldn’t lie to her – with or without the Force. It was one of those things that Mira just knew when someone was lying. She gave no inclination of anger or even disappointment – she just hinted curiosity.

She knew Fiore had her job, her to life to live outside Mira. In the eyes of Mira, that didn’t mean she had to conceal it from her, if she killed a Jedi – Mira would want to know. Perhaps Mira would be able to turn a blind eye to killing a Sith, perhaps not. She wouldn’t hold it against her in the end. She couldn’t. How could she justify holding Fiore accountable for what she knew as life, well, against her? It was no different than the way she lived and breathed, wasn’t it?

Well, not really. Fiore made a choice. She could change, couldn’t she? It remained to be seen, only when they arrived on Ruusan would Mira find out.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore hesitated for a moment as she brought the glass to her lips to taste the whiskey. Small sips burned the back of her throat and moved downward. The burn reminded her she was alive still and was sort of a tradition after a kill. It was hard to watch, once the blade entered their bodies and they knew that it was over there was this surrender – for some. Others seemed as if they tried to figure or find a way to cling to the living a lot longer. Another sip as she thought about this more. Jedi seemed to be alright with death, Sith clung to the living a lot longer or tried to.

Her eyes moved away from Mira, she couldn’t look at her because there was a sense of shame. This life she had chosen only made her stronger until she could find Trask. When she did find him – she would be prepared having killed a number of Jedi and Sith. Still she didn’t look at Mira, but she finally spoke.

“He was a Jedi, about 45 years old. He looked like my old Master so I followed him. He wasn’t a contracted hit, so once I realized he wasn’t Trask I was going to let him go.” Fiore took another sip of the whiskey and winced slightly. “As I walked away, he recognized me. Apparently I had killed his Master and he wanted revenge.” The glass was set on the sink as she ran her hand through her brown hair. “He almost killed me. I was sloppy and being overly careful. I’m usually all in, go get em and I never really cared if I got out of a fight alive…”

“…but I knew you were waiting for me. I had to make sure I got out of that fight alive. He used vapaad, it was hard because I used to use Ataru, but without the force it makes some of the acrobatics a bit harder.” Fiore chuckled softly, she had to force it. “In the end he nearly got me but I ended up winning – he was desperate. He wasn’t a contracted hit…”

She reached for her glass and finished the whiskey, looking towards Mira she waited to hear the girl’s opinions on what she had done. Fiore didn’t feel good about this one, but it was part of her job. She knew it was going to get to this point where she was going to start becoming the hunted instead of the hunter. “I’m sorry Mira.”

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira sighed heavily.

“You had a choice then.” She swirled the cup lightly, staring at the liquid. “You could have just as easily let him go as you did defend yourself?” She gestured towards Fiore. “When are you going to stop…?” She leaned forward and took a sip from the glass. “You say he wanted revenge for something you did, don’t you see that your actions have consequences down the road?” She exhaled roughly and leaned back, taking another sip from the whiskey glass.

“I just wish you would focus on trying to attune yourself to the Force and become a Jedi again.” She brought the glass to her lips, holding it before she took a sip. “You realize a Force connection would make for a helluva an orgasm right?” She smirked, taking a sip of the liquid before leaning over and setting the glass down on the bathroom floor.

Her garnet gaze fell upon Fiore, hands coming up to gently rest upon her thighs. “I forgive you, just promise me you’ll start focusing on other things – cause one of these days something is going to happen that a simple medical kit won’t cure.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled softly. “And I might not be there to save you, ok?” A genuine sentiment, of course the same could be said about Mira. One day, she might get herself into trouble and Fiore wouldn’t be there to save her.

My that would be an interesting turn of events – and she would most certainly feel sorry for the one doing the hurting.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore looked over at the girl and shook her head. “I didn’t have a choice. If I would have let him live he could have followed me. That would have put you in danger which is something I’d like to avoid.” She shook her empty glass dropping one of the whiskey covered ice cubes into her mouth. She sucked on the frozen water for a moment then chewed till it dissolved. Have a force connection increased pleasure, something seemed odd about it, but Fiore chuckled and looked back at the Jedi who was in the tub. Pushing herself off where she was leaning she leaned over till she was eye level with the girl.

“Do you speak from experience my dear Jedi lover?” As much as Fiore wanted to drag her out of the tub and throw her against a wall, she fought the urge knowing that much had happened for the girl today. To put her through that would only add more strain to Mira’s mind and body. Something was curious, this wasn’t the first time Mira brought up Fiore becoming a Jedi again. The thought was something that Fore dreamed out for years when she was a child, but now she was well aware it would never happen. It was nice though to have someone around that was hopeful.

“As much as I want to be a Jedi again, I really doubt I’ll ever get to be a part of the force again. Its been so long I really wouldn’t know where to truly start. Also – Force Severing was Trask’s specialty. The man was only summoned when a Sith lord would not surrender while in custody. Chewing on another ice, she shrugged.

Biting her lower lip as her mind continued to wander to what the water was covering up in the bath, Fiore grinned and leaned towards the girl closer. “For not having the Force, I’m pretty sure I’ve given you some that have been mind blowing” [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

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Mira let off a soft laugh.

Her alcohol tolerance had been significantly lowered considering her emotional state as of the past hour or so – to Mira, everything was a bit of a chuckle. “You could only wish that you’d bring me to such heights my lover.” She kissed the tip of Fiore’s nose which no doubt would wrinkle in response. A wet finger came up to tap the forehead of the wayward assassin. “Besides, my only experience is with you and you alone – are you jealous? What if I had experience with someone else? You going to hunt them down and gut them because they touched me?” She would let off yet another hearty chuckle before splashing Fiore with water.

“You’re all I need to make me happy, that should be enough of an answer, should it not be?” Mira narrowed her eyes playfully towards Fiore. Of course, Mira was in full play mode until an idea crossed her mind. Her eyes lit up suddenly and she reached out to grab Fiore suddenly. “When things settle down, how about you let me try and we see how far it gets us, no?” It was worth a shot, besdies, what harm would it do to try?

The worst that could happen is that it wouldn’t work and the both of them would just end up mildly disappointed. Perhaps a bit roughed up but nothing more.

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