Jaina clutches the pillow to her chest, holding it tightly and breathing in the vague spicy sent of her fiancée still clinging to the threads of the fabric. She closes her eyes, ignoring the feel of damp tears against her eyelashes. It’s been blissfully quiet for the last few hours since she ran away from the squadron briefing, with Zekk now gone ( Read more... )

It's easier to hide in here than have to talk to Jag after all, Jaina decides as she angles her simulated X-wing to target after yet another TIE Inteceptor. It's only moments after her fight with Sam, and another TIE spins out of control. Jaina swerves her ship to the right, avoiding a hit to herself ( Read more... )

1. Watching Zekk kiss Tahiri the other day hurt. She's so used to be the object of Zekk's desire and attention that it's just strange to see him attracted (even remotely) to someone else. Which comes down to the fact that really, she's selfish. There's a part of Jaina that just expects Zekk to always love her (because it's always been that way ( Read more... )

“I didn't want to live after Myrkr, Jacen. If you had died there, I don't think I could have gone on. I wouldn't have just become 'the Sword of the Jedi,' but the sword the Jedi would have been sorry they'd forged. I would have made the Kyp who destroyed Carida look like a simple scoundrel.” - TUF ( Read more... )

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

“Jaina ( Read more... )

Jaina watches as the sun sparkles on small waves of Liberation Lake, couree eels coursing through water. She pushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping her arms over her chest, hands running up and down the sleeves of her scarlet colored tunic ( Read more... )

(millitimed to last night)

Leaves rustle in the wind as she begins to make her way down the aisle. One step, two. She walks calmly down the aisle, father by her side. Her head’s held high and proud, a smile on her face. Eyes straight ahead, not leaving their target, the face of her husband-to-be. She doesn’t need to see to feel the presence ( Read more... )

Tugging her undershirt over her head, Jaina walks back over towards the bed in the dark of the room. A small breeze drifts through from the opened window, tickling her her skin. She shivers, wrapping her arms tightly over her chest as she reaches out with the Force to close the window ( Read more... )