Amea Virou
Snowbound
[member="Runi Verin"]
The dust and grime of the desert had still lingered on Amea’s face along with a set of bruises that did nothing to complement her already haggard appearance. Her arm had also rested in a tightly rolled bandage yet this was hardly anything new to Runi, or so Amea hoped. After all, the time Runi had found her they were both trapped in a situation where Amea came out looking something quite like this. They had even bonded over it in a way that went beyond what perhaps either of them were comfortable with. Force bonds being what they were Amea’s bleeding heart didn’t mesh well with the hardened shell that Runi put up and yet the opposite couldn’t be said for Amea. In some regards she welcomed the tougher parts, but a bleeding heart she was and a bleeding heart she most likely would remain. There were lessons to be had in not being as soft and Amea had tried to take them to heart. If her gut was right today was one such day.
After a quick clean up Amea was already looking a lot better. With the dust gone and hair untangled it was almost hard to believe she was the same person. Grabbing whatever shirt she had at hand on the ship she set out to meet Runi once again. The wind had picked up but given the heat it was a welcome change. Following the instructions given by Runi, Amea sought her friend out trying to figure out what they were doing here.
Fighting someone?
Threatening someone?
Ending someone?
… It wasn’t another attempt at getting Amea to hook up with someone, was it?
Amea’s lips pursed into a small frown as she approached the alley in which Runi had asked her to meet up.
“Hey, I’m here.” She announced, not seeing Runi anywhere. No answer. “... Did I take a wrong turn?” Amea looked down at the hologram projecting from the device on her wrist. “No, this should be it.”
The dust and grime of the desert had still lingered on Amea’s face along with a set of bruises that did nothing to complement her already haggard appearance. Her arm had also rested in a tightly rolled bandage yet this was hardly anything new to Runi, or so Amea hoped. After all, the time Runi had found her they were both trapped in a situation where Amea came out looking something quite like this. They had even bonded over it in a way that went beyond what perhaps either of them were comfortable with. Force bonds being what they were Amea’s bleeding heart didn’t mesh well with the hardened shell that Runi put up and yet the opposite couldn’t be said for Amea. In some regards she welcomed the tougher parts, but a bleeding heart she was and a bleeding heart she most likely would remain. There were lessons to be had in not being as soft and Amea had tried to take them to heart. If her gut was right today was one such day.
After a quick clean up Amea was already looking a lot better. With the dust gone and hair untangled it was almost hard to believe she was the same person. Grabbing whatever shirt she had at hand on the ship she set out to meet Runi once again. The wind had picked up but given the heat it was a welcome change. Following the instructions given by Runi, Amea sought her friend out trying to figure out what they were doing here.
Fighting someone?
Threatening someone?
Ending someone?
… It wasn’t another attempt at getting Amea to hook up with someone, was it?
Amea’s lips pursed into a small frown as she approached the alley in which Runi had asked her to meet up.
“Hey, I’m here.” She announced, not seeing Runi anywhere. No answer. “... Did I take a wrong turn?” Amea looked down at the hologram projecting from the device on her wrist. “No, this should be it.”
