Private Lost On You

[Gretel Aulin]

Darkness swept the planet like spilled ink upon a neatly, white and clean page; the obsidian sheet covered the sky until speckles of light flashed and broke free into thousands of sparks that complimented the rising, engorged orange moon. Azure hues drew to the rising night and reflected within them had been that star-spangled sky. Heels had sharply dug into the concrete below them - the sound was almost deafening there in the bleak silence. Thick lashes fluttered, and Gretel found herself clearing her throat as though to excuse herself to the nothingness that surrounded her. Flesh crawled at the prick of invisible needle points stabbing here and there; the temperature seemed colder, harsher than she remembered. The only warmth, and solace, found was the thought of of him; Hansel.

From afar had the blonde watched the Witch Hunter- always keeping tabs on the one person who meant more to her in this world than any other. He was always like that... the one person whom she thought of in the morning, at the eventide just before slumber, and every moment in-between. Gretel couldn't understand why she kept away from him, why she didn't reveal to him she were alive after all this time. She knew he would have endless questions and inquire what happened to her. With a heavy sighs and the roll of her shoulders, Gretel reminded herself why she didn't think about it, want to talk to anyone, and certainly not put the consequences of poorly made choices upon his shoulders.

How was she going to explain her way out of not coming to him after so many years? Denial was not there that Hansel could love her any less or turn from her. The disappointment would be rife in the way his eyes would land upon her and the masculine noises he would make, snide comments or the gut-wrcnhing silence. Gretel felt even more uncertain now as she traversed down the pathway. Venturing further into the city-and remembering why she wasn't a fan of Nar Shaddaa to being with-strangers had passed her by, some stared and others ignored her existence, as she mad her way to the establishment- the bar she was told that a-one-Hansel Aulin frequented when there; when he wasn't being thrown out, chased, banned, exiled, hunted... due to his own shenanigans.

Lithe fingers smoothed the pencil skirt before frolicking through her hair to twist and tease at the silky strands. Gretel felt nervous about her appearance despite the fact Hansel had seen, and quite literally, all of her - every mood, every illness, in the morning, no make-up. Never mattered to him, but now to her it was everything. And there he was at the bar-who knows how many drinks in-as she would have known him anywhere. The structure of his jawline, how his hair laid to the nape of his neck. Endless moments had been spent admiring him, studying him. Inhaling deeply, she continued through the dive bar with excusing herself to the point she loathed the word. The sound of heels drawing to a stop was drown away by the boisterous sounds. Leaning toward Hansel as his back had still be turned, lips parted slightly; "Hansel...", the only thing her vocal processes allowed to be heard.

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[Hansel Aulin]

The rogue Jedi master sat at the bar pissing away what little credits he had on cheap booze. He had recently tried out for the Galaxy b team Jedi the lotus branch of the Confederacy Knights Obsidian that stint last less then a day. Not that really matter Vandor sucked anyway, cold ice ball of hell. He was much better off here on Nar Shaddaa in Jedi space despite what happened on Hapes. Nar Shaddaa was so close to the Bryn but Jedi where to caught up in their endless wars with Sith to even police this criminal cesspool. It wouldn’t be very long and the monstrous Bryn'adûl would over run this place months at best.


Hansel decided to drink the days away and sleep with whatever woman he could find at the end of the night. He had left Vandor and the Knights obsidian with the goal of finding a place for himself. He found it in the scummiest place in the galaxy. His plan wait until the Bryn come and sacrifice himself, yeah you heard that right he was going to give his own life to save the people of this planet when the Bryn came. Granted it was more suicidal then selfless, he was after all the last of his kind and there was no bringing his people back might as well let the Bryn finish the job.


He was on something like his twelfth bottle of what ever it was, he really did not care he just had the tender on auto refill until his credits ran out. As he drank himself ever closer to a stupor his thoughts were dwelling on the past his family, his sister. How he missed his guardian angel with a bow who always had his back. He just knew if she saw him now she would tell him to “Buck up Buttercup” also she would probably have murdered that girl Millu Lee he winked at on Vandor. Not for the part where she called him out for being chithead but for the part where he winked at her.


That almost brought a smile to his face the thought of his sister wanting to kill any woman he even just casually spoke to in a somewhat flirting manner. It almost did but then he remembered she was gone, and he was alone again sitting at the bar all by himself. She wasn’t there to call him an idiot and put her arm around him to comfort him even if he was being stupid. She wasn’t there to tell him they would go on; they would survive together. She wasn’t there and that was the problem, she was his reason for living. His whole life had been dedicated to her ever since he shield her eyes from seeing their parents getting slaughtered. Ever since he carried her from there burning home and the witches put them in chains. Every beating he could take for her at the witches hands he did.


Gretel was his life, he broke them out of slavery put himself on the witches hit list when he stole their sacrifice from them. She wasn’t supposed to be dead; he was supposed to be the one that was dead. He was supposed to sacrifice himself so she could live on find love and happiness and all that chit in fairy tales. Now he lost in the abyss of what was supposed to be when a voice spoke out to, a familiar yet unfamiliar in the moment cause it had been awhile since he heard it. He turned and looked over his shoulder seeing a woman there that looked like Gretel. He starred in his drunkenness at the woman and then he stare turned to one of anger.


“What is your issue Clarisse, take that DAMN FACE OFF!” He screamed a there as he turned to fully face the woman. As he did so he pulled out his blaster and pointed it right at her face. His finger just itching at the trigger as he trembled holding it to Gretel’s face. “I asked you to look like her one night!” He was yelling and other people in the bar began to turn and look at him. One night in his drunkenness he had taken home a Shi’ido and asked them to give him one night of reprieve from his misery. “You do not have the right to wear my sisters face, take it OFF or I swear I will blow your damn head off!” He was visibly angry and shaking how dare this thing pretend to be Gretel.

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[Gretel Aulin]

Breaking of one's heart could be the most deafening sound; like the shattering of glass though as the bloodied pieces had fallen slowly like the discarded feathers of a wounded song-bird, the only tone left was that of tears which splashed upon crimson cheeks. Wild thoughts ravaged the younger Aulin from time-to-time though there were carnal in their creation or explored a need for an adventure - now they had been poisoned by the preparation to live, and the treason of someone once called a lover. Pupils dilated while they lingered their gaze slowly down to the barrel of the blaster at face level while heartbeats thundered within a shaking breastbone. Not enough had it been to bathe invisible wounds in salt by the offense of a weapon directed at her, but it had come with a revelation that her Hansel had asked someone that could shapeshift to look like her. Gretel was insulted: hurt beyond the repair of apologies.

"What in the name of all that is unholy is wrong with you?" Heat swelled form the nape of the neck to behind the curve of small ears. Gretel felt violated, discarded... like she never mattered to Hansel beyond the superficial.

How could he.

Without regard to the safety of her person or patrons of the bar, upon blinded-rage had an arm cranked backward until a hand jutted forward and slapped the elder Aulin across the face. So concerned had she been about the reception that awaited her after so long, fretting about if love could last through the ages, and other emotions that were complicated and very much like her. Everything had been planned thoroughly: words, clothing, hair, strides. All had seemed for nothing as anger begun its metamorphism into the cocoon of depression and regret. From within hiding had she emerged to finally reveal her existence, to lay bare her sins and how she kept him closer than hew knew through all the time that ticked on. Gretel felt less than "human"-despite the fact she was not Human per say-and the brain had begun conjuring up false reasons as to why Hansel had even considered her more than a sister.

"Hansel Dantanian Aulin, you have some damn nerve. Having someone look like me. Pointing a blaster in my face even." One by one had lithe fingers packed themselves into neatly, tightly, packaged fists. Gretel's darkness seeped through her aura - had he been playing her, using her, all these years. Pain scoured her abdomen as she yearned to lurch at the mental bombardment and emotional whiplash. Never could she imagine finding solace in another to the point of requesting them to look like Hansel, not even when she was the loneliest. "I don't think I can look at your pathetic, drunken, face anymore." Gretel couldn't bring herself to wrangle the blaster from him, kiss him nor call him Buttercup; she just wanted to disappear back into that abysmal dark night.

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