Take a Chance On Me

[Zesiro]

Zesiro accepted Milo's answer to her question with a small nod. Wondering how well she had performed, she looked at her lover. His eyes glowed a cold yellow in the dimming light. Milo continued to remain distant from her as he spoke.

She looked at him, her eyes still narrowed.

"I'm done being weak. Whatever I need to do to succeed will be done." No matter the cost...

That she kept to herself as she turned away from [member="Milo Ren"] and headed back to the camp she had set up the previous day.

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo watched as Zesiro left, his eyes still gleaming with a cold sheen. He didn't follow her to the tent. Instead, the Sith stood in the clearing that the two were fighting in. A slow rage was creeping in, remnants of the surge of emotion experienced during the training that turned into something serious. His pride was hurt, as he had downplayed his abilities to the point where he had basically allowed himself t be knocked unconscious.

The anger and hatred directed to Zesiro now needed a release. Slowly prowling in the opposite direction of the tent, Milo came across a pillar. It would serve the purpose well. Holding his lightsaber, he activated it and lashed out in a flurry of red, scarring the already broken stone. The Sith flipped away and shot bolts of lightning from his fingertips, which wound up in the very core of the pillar, charging it with energy. The pillar then detonated into fragments of worn stone, sending hard shrapnel in every direction except for Milo's. The act somewhat soothed the man, although it would greatly help to actually kill something that was alive.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro wondered if she had actually beaten Milo when she struck him down, knocking him out. He should easily have been able to anticipate her actions. Then again, she never moved that fast or violently, so maybe she was getting better like he wanted. No, like she needed to be.

She made for the two of them, but felt alone. This day while productive had proved very different for her and she wasn't sure if...no she was sure this was the right direction. In order to get stronger and faster, you needed to push or be pushed to perform. Milo was just pushing since she couldn't do it on her own. Feeling satisfied with her thoughts, she brought the dinner out.

As Zesiro exited the tent, from the other side of the ruins she heard lightning and the sounds of masonry crashing to the ground. She set the plates down and ran in the direction of the noise. Coming to an abrupt halt, she saw the rubble of what once a pillar and Milo standing there.

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo turned around to see Zesiro standing before him, looking confused.

What does she want? Another beating? Or for me to actually fight her?

"What is it? Do you need something? If not, go back to the tent. Or perhaps you would like some more of my 'instruction', this time without leniency for error?"

Milo said this all sharply, as if he were slightly embarrassed that he was caught throwing the equivalent of a temper tantrum. His grip around his lightsaber tightened, and the Sith's free hand closed into a fist.

@Zesiro

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro was confused at Milo's actions and words. He accentuated the word, "instruction" and acted like he was doing something wrong. She looked at him with her confusion clear on her face.

"Milo, I need you."

That was all she said before turning around again and heading back to the campsite, hoping he would follow her and be who she had met so long ago on that moon. Knowing deep inside this was an impossible wish. He had turned into her master and she was an apprentice again.

[member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo growled lowly. This was what he was afraid of back on Endor. His feelings for someone getting in the way of him progressing. Still, the Sith felt a twinge of regret. He decided to entertain his feelings, for now.

Making his way to the tent, he pushed back the flap and looked at Zesiro, sitting on the floor, looking at him sadly. A sorrow stabbed his heart and quickly faded. Kneeling next to the woman, he stroked her cheek with his hand, not saying anything, just looking at her.

It's best to not let these feelings go away too soon, otherwise she may leave us in search for another.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro not feeling like eating anymore, left the food she had made outside when she returned to camp. Instead just going inside to sit and think. While she was no longer crying, the empty and alone feeling was there. Like when she had been held, locked in the darkness and silence of her cage. Only this time, the cage was in her heart. She needed to break free from its chains. She needed to Milo go before one of them killed the other. As it stood right now, Milo would win. For now, she could only hope that killing blow would not come today.

Milo walked into the tent, for a brief moment, he looked at her with sorrow. It faded almost as soon as it had appeared. He walked over and kneeled down to her, gently caressing her cheek. Zesiro closed her eyes, trying to shove her own attachment to him aside, he was just man...and they came and went like the wind. No that is not what Milo was to her. He was the first and only man to give a damn and really care about her. Not just her body, but her heart too.

Raising her hand, she kept her eyes closed and pressed his hand into her cheek.

[member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo sat across from her now, still keeping his hand against her cheek. His yellow eyes met her blue ones, and he spoke, with a tone of sympathy.

"My love...you know it doesn't please me to have to do this to you. But I want to make you strong. For both of us. I love you."

There is only one life that matters. Ours. She will guard it with her life.

He now grasped her face in both of his hands and leaned in for a kiss, a genuine one this time.

It is all right to see her as valuable to us. She is. But we must always remember that we come first.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro felt Milo soften as they sat across from one another. She let out a sigh that took the sorrow and tension out of her. For at least another night, things would be like they had been for so long.

"I know this will be the hardest thing either of us have done."

He placed both hands on her face now and leaned in for kiss. She knew this kiss was not one that was just going through the motion. She responded to it in kind. Her passion flared again, filling her and extending around her, enveloping both of them.

For the time being, all her thoughts and concerns floated away. The night passed in flames.

[member="Milo Ren"]