Miles can cut this tie we made
TITLE: Stay Behind
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): Knights of the Old Republic
CHARACTER(S): The Exile/Malak/Revan
PROMPT: #042 Scarred
RECIPIENT: Leah; digthenym
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Baaaaawfest
SPOILERS?: Naw
PREVIEW/SUMMARY:
Scars are more than just skin deep.
WORD COUNT: 529
She slumps to the other side of the room, exhaustion tugging at every nerve of hers. She's missed the bed entirely, her cheek pressed to the cool metal of the floor before her. Outside, the echoes of footsteps and her soldiers talking bounce around in her ears, processed in her mind. It's okay, she tells herself. To be on the floor, to rest here. If they were here with her, they wouldn't allow it.
Revan would stare at her with those eyes of his, dark and knowing.
Malak would sigh, his patience with her, with the war, frayed beyond repair. She may not be the best Jedi of the lot, but she can tell that he's falling apart.
They all are.
Her eyes open, and she stares at the floor through her lashes, fingers curling against the metal.
If they were here, they'd be disappointed in her, and that's the final push as she breaks through the screaming of her muscles as she sits up.
She almost wishes that they were there to be disappointed, such is the longing in the young woman.
-
Malak frequently finds himself walking away from Revan, unable to stomach his presence for long anymore. This war has changed his oldest friend in the world, and if they can't see him for what he is, they never will. It began with a wish to save them, but it's become far worse.
And it started with that map.
The jungle's heat presses tight to his pale skin, squeezing his lungs, but it's better to be oppressed here than where Revan is.
The man runs a hand over his face, worry and fear growing in his stomach. He thinks of her, and where once he had felt love and desire and want, he now feels jealousy. She is pure, free of them both.
Part of him can't help but to hate her for where she is, while he remains next to his friend, his master.
He hates them both for being those he wants the most.
-
He's made them believe that he loves them, and maybe he does. Maybe his motives are in their best interest, and maybe that's okay for them to think. Easier for them to accept than that they are merely his pawns.
Her usefulness is coming to a climax, but she will always be beautiful to him, always be what he's needed her to be.
On the other hand, he will always have need of his apprentice. It's why he picked the man. His friend, his constant ally. And together they will continue their search.
“Revan?” Her image flickers, her eyes large and trusting, though even through the projection, he can see how weary she is, how hard war is for her. She was always meant to love, and he has turned her into the most efficient soldier. He wishes that she could remain his, could be his fighter.
The Force does not will it.
Malak stirs in the corner, his eyes trained on everything but them.
“General, it is time to use the generator.”
The Force wills her death.
Two must go on, and one must stay behind.
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): Knights of the Old Republic
CHARACTER(S): The Exile/Malak/Revan
PROMPT: #042 Scarred
RECIPIENT: Leah; digthenym
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Baaaaawfest
SPOILERS?: Naw
PREVIEW/SUMMARY:
Scars are more than just skin deep.
WORD COUNT: 529
She slumps to the other side of the room, exhaustion tugging at every nerve of hers. She's missed the bed entirely, her cheek pressed to the cool metal of the floor before her. Outside, the echoes of footsteps and her soldiers talking bounce around in her ears, processed in her mind. It's okay, she tells herself. To be on the floor, to rest here. If they were here with her, they wouldn't allow it.
Revan would stare at her with those eyes of his, dark and knowing.
Malak would sigh, his patience with her, with the war, frayed beyond repair. She may not be the best Jedi of the lot, but she can tell that he's falling apart.
They all are.
Her eyes open, and she stares at the floor through her lashes, fingers curling against the metal.
If they were here, they'd be disappointed in her, and that's the final push as she breaks through the screaming of her muscles as she sits up.
She almost wishes that they were there to be disappointed, such is the longing in the young woman.
-
Malak frequently finds himself walking away from Revan, unable to stomach his presence for long anymore. This war has changed his oldest friend in the world, and if they can't see him for what he is, they never will. It began with a wish to save them, but it's become far worse.
And it started with that map.
The jungle's heat presses tight to his pale skin, squeezing his lungs, but it's better to be oppressed here than where Revan is.
The man runs a hand over his face, worry and fear growing in his stomach. He thinks of her, and where once he had felt love and desire and want, he now feels jealousy. She is pure, free of them both.
Part of him can't help but to hate her for where she is, while he remains next to his friend, his master.
He hates them both for being those he wants the most.
-
He's made them believe that he loves them, and maybe he does. Maybe his motives are in their best interest, and maybe that's okay for them to think. Easier for them to accept than that they are merely his pawns.
Her usefulness is coming to a climax, but she will always be beautiful to him, always be what he's needed her to be.
On the other hand, he will always have need of his apprentice. It's why he picked the man. His friend, his constant ally. And together they will continue their search.
“Revan?” Her image flickers, her eyes large and trusting, though even through the projection, he can see how weary she is, how hard war is for her. She was always meant to love, and he has turned her into the most efficient soldier. He wishes that she could remain his, could be his fighter.
The Force does not will it.
Malak stirs in the corner, his eyes trained on everything but them.
“General, it is time to use the generator.”
The Force wills her death.
Two must go on, and one must stay behind.