Private Shards of Glass

[Mira Rekali]

Lithios​

Mira leaned up against the edges of the counter, pressing herself into it, allowing it to support the full weight of her body. A sigh escaped her lips as she fiddled with the noodle bowl before her, moving the chopsticks in a back and forth motion, then swirling them idly. The movements caught the attention of the noodle vendor, Jov. He meandered over, wiping his greasy hands on an overly used towel.

“Ayy, Mira, what is happening?” He said with a sneer, leaning in towards the frail looking human.

Mira just shook her head, continuing to play with her noodles. “Just been feeling under the weather…”

“Oh, yeah you don’t look so hot.” He snatched up her bowl, grabbing a to-go container with one of his other arms, fluidly dumping the bowl into the container and sealing it. With a soft thud, he dropped it infront of her. “You need to go home and get some rest; this one is on me. Ya hear?”

Mira held the chopsticks between her fingers, clapping them slightly together as she shot Jov an annoyed look. “Fine.” She gently tossed the chopsticks onto the counter, before snatching up her to-go bag. “I’ll see you later.”

He said nothing, waving to her as he cleaned up the area where she sat before moving onto another customer.

Mira used her idle hand, pulling her hood up and over her head, tucking her chin in to find some escape from the rain. She felt a tug at her core, a familiar presence which somehow managed to catch her attention – caused her to turn and look behind her. Was she being followed? Mira shook the feeling off, turning back towards the apartment block, making her way again towards her home. Her muted colored hands held onto the corners of the hood, clutching them against the cold wind that jarred her senses as she pressed on. There was nothing about Mira that screamed the beauty she had been before. Her eyes appeared ringed with purple and sunken, her hair was no longer the full vibrant brown – instead having a streak of white through her bangs. Her skin was as pale as the full moonlight, her athletic figure reduced to a shard of its former self.

She moved on, despite the creped appearance, sliding between a group of people. Approaching the covered entrance, she quickly glanced around, ensuring she wasn’t being followed. She pressed her code in to her apartment quickly, bony fingers mashed in the pad. The door hissed open loudly, allowing her entrance in. Mira scurried inside, hoping she could find respite in the dark of her apartment.

Fiore

 

[Fiore]

Tracking. The skill was something that Fiore had mastered as a young girl. She was able to track anything and everything through the galaxy. It was what made her so skilled as a Force Hunter, one that hunted the Force instead of used it. As the years had gone by, she missed the comfort of the living Force less and less. She had grown fond of the vacancy she had felt being a void in it. Still, there was a feeling she could never shake. It was a feeling she longed for late at night when she was alone. Dreams lingered, filling her mind with memories of the snow and her warm touch and laughter, but would always end the same. The look of hate in her eyes, Fiore knew the reality of it all. ​

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The half-elven girl exhaled deeply, letting the warmth of the cup of caf she had just gotten warm her soul in the rain. This planet had been in her dreams, one that she had during her late-night memories of her former Jedi lover. Pausing, a woman moved passed her, and for just a moment, the girl she had met on Hoth reappeared again. Fiore blinked quickly, tilting her head, watching the woman move along the street heading somewhere. She didn’t look the same as Mira, not from her memory, but Fiore would never forget how she walked and moved. The caf fell from her hands, Fiore quickly followed. There was a feeling in her gut that something was wrong with the woman. ​

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Where did her life take her after they parted? Memories of the party, of Mira happy in the arms of another. Fiore had been sure that the Jedi girl was going to be well taken care of. She was with her type of people, surrounded by others, just like her ready to do what was necessary. Fiore was a bounty hunter, a mercenary, and someone as disposable as the caf she dropped on the floor. Mira was better than her, but she still chased and always wondered what had happened to the girl. ​

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She turned into a building, and Fiore continued to follow. Words caught in her throat as she didn’t know how this meeting was going to go or if she should even confront her. What if Mira didn’t want to see her? Despite how Fiore was feeling, her feet moved towards the object of her affection. Even if they didn’t speak, she wanted to see her, and she wanted to at least apologize for everything that had happened between them. Wet from the rain, she stopped at the door that the woman had entered. ​

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Pointed elven ears poked out of her wet brunette hair, her hood having had fallen as she had chased her former fling. Standing there, she felt her hand feel the cold hilt of the magenta lightsaber she had been given. It brought her comfort, but she still knew she needed to say something. A palm rested against the door, and for the first time in a long time, Fiore wished she had the touch of the Force. If she could have just felt the other girl on the other side of the door, she would know if this was what she was meant to be doing. Alas, she was left only guessing. Fiore pulled her hand away and made a loose fist, knuckles rapped against the door then stopped. ​

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Instinct wanted her to draw her hood back up, but instead, she left it down. She stood there waiting, and when the door opened, she would smile softly only because of the happiness she felt after seeing the girl that had stolen her heart and never gave it back once more. ​

“Hello, Mira.”​

Mira Rekali

 

[Mira Rekali]

The voice hit her frail eardrums like a mallet to a gong. Mira froze where she stood, dropping her bag that held her leftovers. A warmth rushed through her icy veins, a sensation that seemed far too distant for too long. She turned around slowly, pulling her own hood back to reveal what had become of her. Still beautiful in her own right, Mira looked drastically different than she did when Fiore had seen her. She was thinner, noticeable so, her skin was pale like the moon’s light – almost translucent. Her eyes were still that vibrant red, but they were more sunken in and surrounded by violet circles of some note. Her connection to the world seemed broken, uneasy, it would be something that Fiore would easily notice – even without the Force.

“F…F….Fiore?” She stammered, stumbling forward while outstretching her arms. Her hand would reach up and touch the soft flesh of her former lover. “Wh…where we…re you?” She tilted her head to the side, cupping the cheek of the woman she gave her heart to. “You…left me?!” Mira continued to stammer, visible confused and dismayed.

Her heart began to race, rapidly beating against her chest. Mira’s gaze flickered to the ground and then back to Fiore, then the ground, then Fiore. A rapid onslaught that battered her senses into unconsciousness. Mira’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she would collapse – and with luck, Fiore would catch her…

Or Mira would wake up feeling like someone smashed her face with a boulder after smacking solidly into the floor.

Fiore