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Post by Rugs on May 18, 2014 10:34:54 GMT -5
Kamirille smiled subtly at Danica's pithy little remark. It was harmless, for all the vitriol the girl put behind her words. “Poor child,” Kamirille said, watching Danica sweat and struggle against her own body. “Wanting so desperately wrest control of your life from the forces that shape it without care for your own feelings.
“But you have this assurance, dear,” she went on, elbows perched on the chair's coushoned arms with her hands clasped before her face, index fingers steepled together. “As long as you do not stand in the way of his progress, you needn't worry of your personal safety, from me at least.”
Kamirille sighed as Danica curled up, helpless against the physiological changes that racked her body. “I suspect, even, that you and your father will provide ample motivation for him to continue growing,” she said, voice trailing off thoughtfully. And even if Danica couldn't see it, the girl was quite suddenly the subject of a very meaningful look. “And if you alone don't, I'm sure the children will.”
The darkness gave way to the familiar hazy world beyond. The wet, sticky warmth that'd pooled by his head was gone, replaced by something cool and soft. Something was clasped to his face, forcing cool sweet air into him. His breathing rang, loud and rough in his own ears, seeming the only sound in his wretched world.
Where am I? he wondered. He tried to look around but some restraints held him—not tightly, but securely.
“He's awake!” some male voice yelled. “He's coming back around!”
This wasn't the bar that he remembered. The walls were white, polished metal. Clean and simple with lots of stuff all over them. They seemed to tilt and his stomach with them as the whole of whatever thing carried him eased into a lurching turn.
“Check him,” another voice, this time female, said. “See how he responds.”
What's going on?
A memory drifted through the fog to him. He was on Ruusan. He'd come with Danica, to that stupid play. But the play was over. She'd gone to talk to someone and sent him to find somewhere to eat. So he did, and he'd waited a long time for her...
But something went wrong.
There was the fear, and explosion of glass and binging light and pain.
“Come, come, Nieraan. Make mother proud.”
Kamirille.
His eyes shot open as he tried to sit up muscles straining against the unyileding protests of his restraints. Where is she? Where is Danica?
“Hey, hold him down! Don't let him hurt himself!”
Hands pressed against his shoulders, forcing him back to the bed as he struggled widly against his restraints. A blind, desperate fury enveloped him as he opened himself to the Force.
“Sir please, calm down,” The male voice said from somewhere above him. “We're taking you to get...”
The voice trailed away as sparks danced along Nieraan's body. He yelled like a thing possessed, and for the faintest moment, the air pressure in the cabin seemed to drop.
An explosion of lightning and pressure immediately followed and the ambulance began to fall to the rolling plains below.
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Post by Poludnica on May 24, 2014 9:05:57 GMT -5
Treacherous body, Danica slowly lost control over it and things wouldn't get any better soon. She could feel cold sweat, nauseous trembles and pain in the the lower parts of her back. The sensation almost made the young woman cry but the feisty CEO bit down the pain like she had done for so many years when meeting Cassius. The situation was terrifyingly similar. Why? Why their parents decided to meddle as they pleased – both crazy control freaks. Both horribly selfish. ”Leaving us alone would make it so much easier.” Danica snapped back, inhaling deeply. It hadn't been long, three weeks and she already was barely alive. Still months to go.
Her gaze once more found Kamirille's who sat in the chair like in a damn throne. Danica felt silently judged and meaningless. This female was worse than Cassius in making others feeling like less than dust. It angered the human woman, angered as much as leaving Nieraan unconscious and bleeding. ”It's in my best interest, believe me.” She assured the crazed mother in sharp, entitled tone saved for the most annoying authorities. Her father knew it well.
All the fire behind Danica's attitude faded the moment Kamirille mentioned children. The girl's eyes grew wide, fearful – they began to shin with thin veil of tears. ”How...” The human started, realizing she now couldn't really deny it. Not that Kamirille would buy any lie – damn Force wielders. Did she recognized the symptoms...No, Danica hadn't tell the soul it would be twins. Afraid to admit herself what was going on, that her life began to change. ”Nieraan doesn't know.” The woman said, still unsure if to keep them. Fearing her father's ire even if she was seemingly free. At least had an ilussion of freedom.
”It's his damn fault.” Danica finally said, helplessly sitting on the floor, pressing her back to the cold wall. There was no fiery anger, aggressive nature. She gave up fighting Kamirille as much darker threat loomed above them both. The Firrerreo female was still a heinous mother who abused her son claiming it to be in his best interest but hadn't taken his life. ”My father will kill us both.” She admitted with complete defeat, breaking into tears. The metamorphosis from a catty fighter to a vulnerable girl was almost stunning. Danica was never the most stable of people, keeping her rapid mood swings on leash with medication that she couldn't use now. Raging hormones only threw the woman off any fragile equilibrium she had before.
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Post by Rugs on Jun 18, 2014 16:18:58 GMT -5
“Oh, poor, poor girl,” Kamirille cooed softly. She unfolded her legs and rose from her seat regally as Danica slumped listlessly to the floor. “So scared, but trying so hard to be brave in the face of all that stands against you.” She approached Danica, heels click-clacking in a slow, steady rhythm on the polished wood floor.
“Still, your children are your secret to tell,” she said, coming to an easy crouch in front of Danica. Her face was sympathetic, even as she arched a brow. “Though I wouldn’t waste too much time on that, were I you. The boy may not have an eye for it yet, but it won’t be long before he senses them, as I do. If he hasn’t already.”
The ambulance crashed to the ground in a blaze of fire and tortured metal. Nieraan felt himself thrown in the impact as he sucked the Force in like drought-plagued earth sucking up fresh rain to keep himself alive. The world blinked away as he closed his eyes. Something bits of something snapped at him, tearing through clothes and skin and flesh.
Then, silence.
The sun, throwing light across the blood-red evening sky, slowly came into focus as his eyes eased open. He gasped for air and grimaced as a finger of pain jolted up his side. A faint heat licked at the back of his head, and he turned to see the ambulance’s flaming wreckage behind him.
The speeder left a deep gouge in the earth as it slid to a halt. Scraps of metal and medical supplies and equipment were scattered around the crash site, thrown like toy’s from a rampaging toddler’s crib. He ached. He ached and desperately wanted to lay on the grass and sleep — to heal. And yet…
Danica...
A fire in his belly stirred Nieraan to motion. He sat up, forcing his muscles to cooperate against his their protests, against the pain from the cuts and bruises that seemed to cover him from head to toe.
He could feel her clearly, now. She and his thrice-damned mother were within reach. Nieraan looked to a short hill a few hundred meters to the east. A small, quiet home squatted atop it. His conviction strengthened. There they are.
“Please…” a voice croaked from behind. “We have to find… We have to call for help…”
Nieraan turned to see one of the medics crawling toward him through the thick grass. A square, jagged piece of metal had buried itself into the man’s thigh.
The Firrerreo watched him struggle and claw at the earth before his eyes hardened. He moved toward the wounded man, ignoring his own hurts and pains as the Force swelled into him. The medic reached out a hand, thinking Nieraan was coming to help. Nieraan extended a hand of his own.
It closed around the medic’s throat.
The swelling of the Force grew to a roar to Nieraan’s ears as it rushed through him, drowning out the sounds of the man’s surprised gasps and his shrieks of terror as red fingers of energy leapt to him from Nieraan’s hand.
His skin began to sag and grey as Nieraan violently ripped the life away from him. Some of the Firrerreo’s own pains began to fade and wounds close as he stole the life away to rejuvenate himself.
A lifeless husk fell to the ground, skin loose and sagging around the skull and large, unblinking eyes as Nieraan stood. The blood remained and his clothes still hung in tatters around him, but he felt more competent than he had. The drain was only temporary measure, however; he could not keep pushing himself without rest for long.
That doesn’t matter, he thought, gripping his lightsaber tightly in his fists as he began to march toward the home. I’m going to kill that woman.
“He wouldn’t want to see you like this, you know,” Kamirille said quietly. “One thing my son does not like are weak, simpering women. And…” she reached to Danica, lifting her chin so their eyes met, “if you cannot handle a little pressure from me, you will never free yourself from your father, Ms. Liviana.”
Kamirille stood and turned, walking to a far window as the Force reverberated loudly around them. “Whether you choose to accept it or not, I am not your enemy. Not in the way you think.”
A small, knowing smile touched her face as she watched the countryside from the window, fingers tapping to some unheard, faintly-remembered tune.
“But I think that’s enough of that for now.” She looked to Danica with a callous smile. “Your Knight in tattered armor approaches. Why don’t you go greet him?”
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Post by Poludnica on Jul 3, 2014 10:32:53 GMT -5
The irritating sound of Kamirille's shoes sent chills down Danica's spine. The woman was coming closer and through spread fingers the human girl saw long, slender, muscular legs. She was a physical perfection, just like Nieraan. Good genes but wicked nature. The Coruscanti aristocrat felt new wave of sickness. Biting it back, Danica forced herself to look up, despite crippling fear. Kamirille's amused yet cold gaze showed only pity but not sympathy. Somewhere deep down the young woman did fear this powerful Firrerreo would deem her too worthless for Nieraan. Just like Cassius had always seen his child: weak, fragile, broken just like his wife. Never a worthy heir, one that now shamed herself beyond redemption. There were many things Liviana monster simply patiently sat through, plenty acting outs just ignored. This one affected him personally, him and his name. One of Pius Dea leadership having mongrel grandchildren. If Kamirille forced Nieraan out of her life, there would be nothing left but to crawl back home.
Never. Danica thought defiantly, her expression growing darker. Hands balled into fists. ”I don't need your pity.” She growled, already defensive about the Firrerreo words. That Nieraan wouldn't accept any weakness. That wasn't true, Danica refused to believe it. He had seen her worst low, the breakdown back on the ship when Cassius once more clawed his way from oblivion. ”You don't know Nieraan very well then.” Danica quipped back. Even someone like the sith lord took pleasure in being a knight in the white armor. For years there was no one Nieraan could be important for. To feel devotion Danica had plenty to give. Someone like Kamirille wouldn't understand it. She was a near human version of Cassius: cold, dismissive,controlling but emotionally burned out. A husk.
”Your son hates you. His enemies are mine enemies.” Danica snapped, slightly taken aback by the offer. To just walk out to Nieraan. Alive, unharmed Nieraan. She sought ruse in this: in the woman's expression. Sniffing any deciet. They way she was similar to her lover was almost disturbing. Like a more mature, female version. Similar, muscular and athletic built. Hair, eye shape. Was she such Cassius lookalike as well? Danica hated this part about her, maybe Nieraan did too, when stood next to own mother. Slowly Danica rose from the pathetic crawl but didn't make a step. Still afraid of some trap. The human girl gave the other woman a wary gaze of a frightened rabbit.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 6, 2014 22:10:07 GMT -5
“That may well be true, Miss Liviana,” Kamirille said offhandedly as she watched her son stumble his way up the hill toward the house. “But, if that’s the case, I personally would advise turning your efforts against your father, rather than me. After all, I may hurt him,” she made a casual gesture toward Nieraan through the window, a dismissive wave of her hand, “but Cassius will not be as merciful.”
Kamirille turned to look at Danica, who stood, still frozen against the wall, apparently thinking Kamirille was up to some trickery when, for once, she was not. “What do you think your father will do will he learns of this,” she motioned toward Danica’s stomach. “And what do you think he will do to the man who caused it? Much worse than I, if left to his own devices.”
She turned back to the window, watching her son struggle his way nearer. It was a pitiful sight, watching him fight so to make his way an otherwise unremarkable hill.
“He should not have brought the speeder down the way he did,” Kamrille muttered, as though thinking aloud. She glanced briefly to Danica, motioning her out the door. “Go on, girl. If I wanted to hurt you, you’d know. He doesn’t have much left in him.”
Nieraan’s pulse thrummed like a wardrum inside his head. His breath came in strained, fleeting fits. His muscles ached as he forced his way up the hill to the little cottage. Danica was there. So was Kamirille. He could feel them, as surely as he felt the blood trickling down the side of his face from a cut taken in the crash landing.
His foot caught on a dip in the earth, still soft from a rain that’d passed a few days prior. He stumbled forward, trying to brace himself against the fall with an arm. A lance of pain shot like fire through the muscle and he staggered to his knees with a hiss.
But nearly as soon as he down, knees sinking into the soft ground, he rose again. He ignored the subtle dampness on his knees from the earth. Ignored the hot, sticky air clawing at his throat with each ragged breath, or the conston thump-thumping pain in his temple that came with each and every pulse.
The fires of his fury pused Nieraan doggedly forward, with a singular, unrelenting focus on getting Danica back.
He knew he could not fight Kamirille again—not without losing, and losing badly. He also knew Kamirille might hold Danica from him, to play with his emotions as she loved to do.
But Nieraan Onin would not surrender that to that accursed woman. If it meant his life.
I won’t let you have that, he thought, blades singing to life in his hands as he spotted Kamirille’s face, watching him through a window.
“You hear me?!” he screamed at the house, blood-stained spittle coloring his lips. “She’s mine!”
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Post by Poludnica on Aug 11, 2014 10:12:34 GMT -5
Theme ((HA! You thought they went away, didn't you?)) What do you think your father will do will he learns of this?This hurt, hurt more than Danica wanted to admit. Her features came together in teary worry. She knew about Cassius, knew about his views and expected what would happen. The worst was Kamirille would probably look at her son's death, maybe even with pleasure. The Firrerreo had hit the core of Danica's fears. For a time now the human woman told herself she didn't love Nieraan, that she didn't need him anymore, even in her state – if only to end it and save them both. Those self imposed lies brought little solace. The need to have the Sith close was almost organic, their separation bringing physical pain. The gnawing, terrible desolation which forced a horrifying realization that the emotional attachment they both avoided and denied somehow found the way to grasp them. ”I won't let him hurt Nieraan.” Danica confessed, sob caught in her throat. ”I won't let anyone hurt him.” She added breathlessly, not even sure how to fulfill this promise. Anger filled her heart, one birthed from desperation and strong conviction. ”Or maybe my father will come after you first.” Danica sneered, like an enraged feline. Her voice morphing into an irritated whisper. Cassius could be tricked, he was no God. If Nieraan was out of reach, he would come after someone simply related to him. Danica knew her father to be vicious and blinded by hatred. Without wasting another moment, the dark haired human passed Kamirille, leaving Nieraan's mother with just this threat. Once the doors opened she noticed her lover, down on his knees with pain and injury. Danica felt her heart shattering into icy pieces. Piercing skin and bone. ”Nieraan!” She called out, a sound between a historical howl and desperate cry. Forgetting about own illness, the woman ran toward the Firrerreo who managed to rise – screaming about own defiance. Her body protested against such excretion and pain crept into her abdomen. Only a bit more...Breathing heavily, Danica wrapped her arms around Nieraan's neck – ignoring the hissing sabers - her fingers digging into his hair. ”Nieraan.” She sobbed. Blood from his lips stained her dress but the girl paid it no mind. The ache in the woman's stomach grew stronger and Danica whimpered but didn't let go, irrationally afraid the Firrerreo would disappear. Even she could feel the Force swirling around them: hungry and relentless. ”I am here.” Danica whispered calming words, though couldn't stop trembling. Tears soaked into Nieraan's shirt, mingling with crimson blood. Kamirille's voice echoed in her mind, a mocking warning. That Cassius would find them, would learn about their sin and maybe only this despicable creature could stop him.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 25, 2014 9:59:30 GMT -5
Things slowed as Danica came rushing out of the house to him. Nieraan staggered against the sudden weight of her body against his as her fingers knotted into his grimy, disheveled her and the heat of her tears pressed onto his chest through his battered clothing.
He felt as though he was sinking as some of the anger abated at seeing her whole and safe again, despite her time spent in Kamirille’s clutches. But the abatement only lasted so long.
Kamirille emerged from the home, tall and statuesque as she stopped a few paces away from the hillcrest’s edge. She looked down at the two of them, face largely devoid of any emotion. Even then, Nieraan could only feel the judging — the weighing and measuring of the situation and how she might use it to hurt him.
His body tensed at this, muscles coiling as he killed his sabers, wrangled free of Danica’s grasp and pushed ahead of her toward his mother. He limped, but he did not care. He fell to a knee again as some of the soft earth slipped beneath his weight. Pain lanced through him at the sudden jolt, but he pushed through it and rose again, sabers flaring to life again.
Kamirille sighed quietly as she watched her son, obviously hellbent on another confrontation, struggle his way up the hill. Nieraan was as stubborn boy. Always had been. At times it was one of his greatest assets — others it was an extraordinary detriment.
“Do you really want to do this again, child?” she asked, folding her lean arms across her chest as she shifted her weight from the right leg to her left.
Nieraan’s answer came by way of a swelling of the Force within him as his fury rose in a white-hot crescendo.
Kamirille sighed. She lifted a hand lazily and made a downward sweep, as if guiding a press down along its railing.
Nieraan collapsed under a broad, invisible hand. The ground around him pressed gently inward as Kamirille’s power forced him into it. He struggled and yelled in protest, but he could not move. He tried to break her hold with his own power, but he was too week.
“It is time for this foolishness to end, boy,” Kamirille said. “I have no interests in beating you further.” She walked slowly toward him, that steady grace still in her movements despite her heels on the soft ground. She couched near him, shaking her head ruefully.
“You still have growing to do,” she said quietly. “You hide in the Sith, but if you think they will not turn on you, will not try to use you up and grind you to dust…” she shook her head, “then you are a fool. If you think they will not use the Liviana girl against you, you are a fool.
“She is a weakness,” Kamirille said, voice changing with exertion as she rose, “and if you cannot defend that weakness, it will hurt you. And this weakness,” Kamrille paused, giving Danica a long, meaningful look before changing what she’d intended to say, “well, defending it will only grow harder.”
She turned then, walking away from the couple. “Anyway, I have no further business with you today, Nieraan. But you will have business with me, whether you like it or not. Because you must grow. And you know that.” She stopped by the house, patting the side of it as she glanced over her shoulder. “You will need a place that’s not the Sith Temple, and not obviously one of Miss Liviana’s estates.”
With that she vanished into the house, followed a few moments later by the sound of a speeder roaring to life as the hold on Nieraan dissipated to nothing.
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Post by Poludnica on Oct 19, 2014 8:13:50 GMT -5
His heartbeat was what Danica wanted to hear. Rushing, agitated but strong and clear. It meant he was alive. Nieraan’s clothes, soaked in blood, tattered showed injuries: cuts, bruises. Some already healing but many still bleeding. Her own breathing came in ragged gasps, heart racing like a terrified rabbit. The immediate relief was quickly replaced by growing fear when Nieraan freed himself from the clinging grasp - determined to face his mother. Mother. Danica felt the word resonating in her. A mother he proclaimed dead. How many more lies Nieraan told? As horrible as it felt, Danica had learned more about her lover from this brief encounter than for the last year. About his secrets and scars, lost paramours. They both had scars, left by the past but Danica was much more vocal about own. Anger, worry, fear, dread and apprehension, even hatred- the emotions changed fast, akin to a kaleidoscope image that never stood still.
”Don’t go!” Danica demanded but Nieraan didn’t hear her, nor wanted to. Stubbornly pressed toward his abusive mother. A glutton for punishment. The human woman let out a cry of fury and frustration when Nieraan fell to his knee, his body giving up faster than the Sith’s iron will. Idiot! Damnable idiot. Danica thought, her fingers digging in slender palm as the painful truth occurred to her, faster than Kamirille brought it to life. Nothing was more important to Nieraan than power and stubbornness that would one day kill him. Maybe kill them both. The force that pushed the Firrerreo into confrontations he couldn’t win.
Danica felt hair on her body bristled into a goose bump under Kamirille stare. No, don’t tell him. Not like that. She prayed silently but remained defiant in gaze and stance. Furious now. There was nothing Danica could say to Kamirille that was a rational argument. Nothing that would dissuade the Firrerreo shrew from thinking so low about her. A weak link; beautiful but capricious. Whimsical. Unstable and not reliable. That was what Cassius had taught his child about herself, instilling destructive self-loathing. Nieraan’s mother seemed to see right through it, voicing every fear Danica had about the silver skinned Sith.
Unable to come up with any charismatic retorted, completely wrecked by the emotional havoc and pain from distressed children, Danica only managed to shout mere ”F…k you!” After vanishing female. Barely standing, she slowly walked toward Nieraan, her legs weak, as if made of frail cotton. Caught between fear and fury, the woman knelt next to the Sith, afraid to touch him. There was no visible place on his body that looked untouched or healthy. ”Nieraan?” The Coruscanti woman asked in a faint whisper. An intuition, a vague feeling in Danica told her that was it. That she wouldn’t take another situation like this: first her father, now his mother.
Worn by the emotions, Danica felt all of them disappearing, replaced by dissociative resignation. She sat down near Nieraan, still sobbing quietly. Her gaze drifted to the broken lover: beaten, bruised. It wasn’t how it had supposed to be. At first she vowed Nieraan was nothing but a fling, then a mere toy that morphed into a friend with special treatment. Now a thought of losing him flooded Danica with dark, unstoppable despair. ”I can’t t live like this, Nieraan…I can’t …” Another sob swallowed the last words, spoken in a numb, catatonic way.
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Post by Rugs on Nov 25, 2014 9:49:29 GMT -5
Nieraan felt Danica approaching from somewhere behind him as Kamirille’s speeder whirred off into the distance. He heard her slow, halting footsteps as she approached, followed by a long, uncomfortable silence.
”Nieraan?”
Nieraan’s body hurt. It ached and burned and cut from what felt like a thousand little wounds, the causes of which ranged from Kamrille’s beating to the ambulance’s crash he’d cause with his outburst of emotion.
He hurt, more than he’d hurt in a very long time.
Worse than that, perhaps was the emotional pain — the mental anguish of knowing he couldn’t hide his past, nor his failures, from his lover any longer. It meant the façade, the carefully-maintained independence that he’d worked so ardently to preserve in the year and a half he since he’d joined the Sith, was for nothing.
It meant that Danica would know that he, like she, was a prisoner in his own mind to a parent he couldn’t stand against.
The grass rustled behind him as Danica sank to sit behind him, emotionally exhausted. ”I can’t t live like this, Nieraan…I can’t …”
Nieraan sighed into the grass. He pressed against the ground, weakly rolling to his side despite his body’s hurts and protests. He was badly beaten, but he would heal, in time, and sooner than he had any right to.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking at some distant spot off in the grass rather than in Danica’s eyes. It was a rare show of sheepishness, but the newly-humbled Firrerreo acted subconsciously. “I… wasn’t able to stop her. I didn’t know this would happen…”
He turned to the ground again and began to slowly lift himself, muscles contracting as pain wracked his person. “We should not stay out here,” he said, voice straining to hide the pain that tortured him. “We should go in.”
The house—their house, ostensibly—waited before them. It rankled to turn to something that Kamirille had left behind for them, but still…
He stumbled as he rose, a hand sinking into the soft earth. A flare of pain shot up his cut in his leg sustained in the crash, but he willed himself to stand again. “Come on,” he said, looking back to her over his shoulder. A moment passed and his tone softened, his voice showing some of the fear that lurked deep in his core. “Please…”
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Post by Poludnica on Dec 7, 2014 11:40:48 GMT -5
The speeder left them behind, but their anguish didn’t vanish with it. Danica’s fragile peace she had built for months now laid in ruins. Her trust, her sense of safety…It’s his fault. The human thought angrily but under this ire was desperation and fear much deeper than fury. Nieraan had lied to her, in the most basic aspect: his family and that mattered even less than a fact they had another psychotic parent to watch our for. A morbid, detached part of her saw certain, twisted comedy in a fact how they found one another while escaping from own demons.
In tensed silence Danica watched her lover struggling against pain that filled his body and the girl discovered even after all this she still loved him. To the point his pain was her own, echoing in mental suffering rather than physical and maybe for the first time Danica saw what hid under the reckless arrogance and ferocious independence: a broken, abused boy who now had to be a father. A role probably he would never fit during her short lifetime. This realisation hurt more than any lie Nieraan could tell.
When Nieraan rolled onto his side, Danica winced unwillingly, imagining in how much pain he had to be. For the good part of their relationship…No, through all of it she was the weak one, the broken one and now had to muster the strength for two of them. Four.Danica corrected herself inwardly and suddenly bursted into tears, after Nieraan said a word he almost never used, because it meant weakness.
“I’m sorry,”
Danica didn’t say anything, she couldn’t because every word got swallowed by a spasmodic sob. The woman could feel Nieraan moving and wanted to protest, but couldn't catch a breath. ”I can’t…I need to go back home or he will kill us both.” Danica finally breathed and buried face in hands, to avoid this begging, fearful stare of a child that expected immediate abandonment. It wasn’t about his mother now, as heinous creature as she had shown herself to be, but a simple truth that Nieraan couldn’t keep them safe.
”No, no! I can’t raise them in constant fear….I can’t…” Danica said and with a firm shake of her head refused to get up as if it explained everything. Her mood swings that for worse without stabilisers. Complete, almost annoying sobriety and constant anxiety. Suddenly she jumped to her feet, briskly moving away from Nieraan - strangely scared and agitated. Tears marked a long trail in her make up, hair were a terrible mess and normally pale features flushed. ”I…I am…You are going to be…a father.” Danica finally coughed out thought it cost her plenty. She vaguely sensed it was the worst time for such news but couldn’t keep this tension inside any longer.
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Post by Rugs on Jan 14, 2015 13:47:12 GMT -5
A wave of pain shot up from his leg again, nearly sending Nieraan back to the ground after he’d struggled so mightily to stand. He resisted, somehow, turned a cry of pain to a surprised gasp as he hunched over, veins bulging along his forearms as his fingers clawed into his knees against the pain.
“Danica, please…” he said, words broken and halting around his labored breaths. “You don’t have to go back. You can’t go back. Not to him.”
His mind’s eye returned to Hapes, to the little penthouse suite where he’d first met her father. The broken glass, the pain like shards of fire embedding into his mind. The cold, dank stink of the garbage chute as fell Force only knew how far…
“You can’t run to him,” he hissed, grip tightening on his knees before he forced himself to fully stand again. “Please, we have to-“
”No, no! I can’t raise them in constant fear….I can’t…”
“What?” Nieraan blinked, not sure what she meant. “You can’t…” Something, some strange and unfamiliar fear, knotted deep in his stomach. His brow furrowed deeply, even as he grit his teeth against another spear of pain. “Danica, what…”
His words fell off as she scurried away, then turned to look at him. Tears stained her face, but he’d seen her cry. She’d had reason to, given the day’s events. But her features flushed, and her expression — just for a moment — turned a type of coy he hadn’t seen from her in ages.
The knot in his stomach tightened.
”I…I am…You are going to be…a father.”
Sometimes, after finding himself on the receiving end of a particularly brutal blow, the world seemed to narrow to Nieraan. He felt something like that now. The wind, a gentle, barely noticeable breeze seemed to echo like thunder in his ears. His body felt submerged in syrup, his senses ground to a dull point. The world slowed around him.
“A father.”
The words echoed, in his head, spoken by some ethereal voice he could not see. The countryside, the house beside them, the setting sun and sky — all began to blur as a sickening sense of motion overcame him.
“What?” he whispered as the last vestiges of his strength left him, and again, the words echoed within him.
“You are going to be a father.”
The world went black before he hit the ground.
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Post by Poludnica on Jan 21, 2015 6:51:17 GMT -5
I can feel something ending… Danica’s breath caught in her lungs when she looked down on Nieraan. Broken and beaten by a mother whose existence he hid. She sensed the change coming that would turn their world upside down. The human woman could see the Firrerreo arriving to the same conclusion that for a brief moment forced time around them into an uneasy halt. Danica didn’t say a word;silently watched Nieraan succumbing to his wounds or shock. Maybe both. A strange sensation crept into her soul - the world faded slowly, became meaningless as the woman’s emotions dissociated from the situation. Knowing no one else would help them, the Coruscanti girl pushed herself into action. Like an automaton that worked on programmed reflexes and batteries. First a com call to the guards that always loitered the local Livco officer. They contacted a discrete doctor and informed lawyers about the situation. To make sure there would be no law enforcement fallout.
When the first crew of bodyguards arrived, they found Danica sitting by Nieraan listlessly. If not for tears streaming down the woman’s porcelain skin one could thing she was but a mere statue with expression devoid of all life. The old doctor quickly made sure the human woman was fine before tending to wounded Firrerreo. Three hours later Nieraan was sleep on painkillers and Danica fed harmless, soft sedating drugs to take some edge off and help her in contacting reality. When that happened, the Livco Deux CEO locked herself in a bathroom. Desperately trying to bring some normalcy back, Danica did what she knew best: took care of the physical looks to the point of flawless doll like image. First a long, warm shower followed by putting on carefully matched garment the henchmen brought from the hotel. The short, fine cut dress that hugged her shapely figure pleasantly only barely hid the fact Danica already gained few extra pounds. With dismay the woman noticed her body transforming , it lost sharp and muscled edges honed by dance routine. Leaving it softer. One of many changes to come.
Doing make up brought Danica some solace as she focused on perfecting the kohl lines and carefully trailing full lips with a crimson gloss. The last came hair the human gathered ebony curls in a neat, elegant coiffure. The ritual left her calmer, if a bit indifferent. The physical signs of previous events had been washed away but emotional scars remained and an important decision awaited them. Danica felt heavy burden clutching at her heart. She walked out of the bathroom and peeked into the bedroom where Nieraan rested. Some wounds began to vanish with astonishing speed and now remained only in a form of vague discolouration. The punishment he can take… Danica let the idle thought to linger for a moment before pushing it away. It terrified her, but she couldn't just cut off feelings for the Sith. Despite his lies and price he paid for them. Few times did Danica opened the doors to leave the Firrerreo behind, only to come back moments later.
Finally the human sat down at Nieraan’s side, ruminating about the closet they found each other in, about the dance club she had taken him back on Nar Shaddaa and all the things they shared since then. ”You were such a brat.” Danica whispered, feeling tears swelling in her eyes anew. A foolish notion appeared in her tired mind as she gently pulled away a streak of blue hair from Nieraan’s silver features. That their children may have deep indigo hair like this. She just sat there, near her broken lover, unable to think about anything else but how stupid such color would have looked.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 2, 2015 21:35:24 GMT -5
Light filtered through the darkness — a fleeting, woozy thing at first as the sound of his own breathing reverberated in Nieraan’s head. The dark returned, but consciousness did not fade. The breathing came again, loud like mountain winds howling in an abandoned monastery. Light broke through again, for a teasing second as he felt himself rolling to press against something warm and soft beside him.
The surface beneath him gave, soft but supportive as he settled to this new position.
He opened his eyes and the truth of everything came rushing back to him. The play, Kamirille’s sudden appearance, the crash in the speeder…
“You are going to be a father.”
The words echoed, drowning out the sound of his shallow, steady breathing. Nieraan squeezed his eyes shut and curled slightly, his body instinctively seeking refuge against the truths of the waking world. None was there to be had, he knew, and with a sigh he turned a yellow eye to see way lay around him.
Danica, he noticed, was the warm, soft thing he’d curled up against, and the ground that seemed so soft and welcoming was, in fact, a bed. He rubbed his hand through his messy hair and forced himself to sit up, shivering slightly from the touch of the cool air on his bare chest.
“Where.. What…?” he stammered, trying to figure out what unfamiliar room he was in. A window showed stars dotting a night sky. “Is this, Kamirille’s?”
Not hers, he realized, remembering his mother’s gift, if it could be called that. Mine. Ours.
His attention returned to Danica, who sat beside him, watching. “Danica,” he said softly. “How long have you been sitting there?” Dried tears stained her cheeks. Even if they hadn’t, Nieraan didn’t need them to know she’d been crying. “How long have we been here?”
He sat up a bit more, stretching involuntarily. The motion made him wince; his body was healing, but it’d take time to recover. For now, his muscles still ached in protest at moving too much, too soon.
“I guess… things are different now, huh?” he asked, looking sheepishlydown at the bed. “I guess we can’t hide from that anymore, can we?”
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 13, 2015 10:42:08 GMT -5
Nieraan stirred and Danica stiffened almost immediately. Not from fear as much as wariness of what he would say. It finally came to her, why she was so reluctant about telling him. Nothing kept the Firrerreo with thing mess, unlike Danica, the Sith could simply walk away. In a depraved, Sith world such things weren’t uncommon after all. He was still young, for his kind which reflected in the unnatural youth that didn’t fit tired, much older gaze. Tying Nieraan up with her for the next years just because she was reckless and forgetful seemed wrong. This was why she wanted to vanish: abandon before being abandoned. Her golden rule. Sh*t. Danica thought with resignation when the wounded near-human curled tightly against her body - like an injured pup. There was strange, eerie innocence to Nieraan, when he slept. Almost an echo of who he could have been if not for cruel life. It stirred sadness in the girl. Sadness she didn’t truly understand.
”It’s alright. You are safe.” Danica whispered, but her voice was already breaking. She didn’t know how to comfort. Always she was the one seeking help, support. The fragile one that now had to deal with two dependant lives. ”I don’t know.” The human woman said truthfully. Danica cared little for who owned the ugly little cottage. They were easy targets out there, not only for a crazed mother but also her controlling father. She was stupid to send him this gloating message…Now Cassius was desperate and her betrayal complete.
The Firrerreo’s soft voice turned the woman’s attention away from the family issues and onto the current mess they were both in. It’s not only my fault. Danica thought. Not once did he ask if it was safe. A dark frown formed between carefully plucked eyebrows, but only for a moment. Did it matter whose fault was it? ”A few hours.” She offered, without being sure herself. The time suddenly stopped and spilled in every direction but not forward. The sky was dark now, with small flickering stars peppering it.
When Nieraan wanted to rise she placed her hands firmly against his shoulders. ”You were barely alive not so long ago. Lay down.” Danica demanded firmly. Despite Nieraan’s condition, the human was still angry about the whole ordeal. About his lie. A man who was about to become a head of a family built few walls of their new home on a lie. ”You told me your mother was dead.” Danica replied to sheepish inquiry. Of course they couldn’t run anymore, it was even too obvious to comment on. ”What else did you hide and who the heck is Maritza? Your mother wouldn’t shut up about her. “ The human still her tongue before any more accusatory questions left her lips. Nieraan was injured, gravely but she couldn’t help herself. The fresh wound, created by a broken trust, hurt too much. She told him everything about the past: about Cassius and the first love he had taken from her. About years of loneliness and constant abuse, but the Firrerreo didn’t pay back with the same coin. Just lies.
”I should get up and leave without looking back.” Danica said, sadness and anger all mixed in her voice. Emotional pain etched into soft, oval features.
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Post by Rugs on Apr 1, 2015 14:29:39 GMT -5
Nieraan protested at Danica’s insistence that he lay back down. He’d been bedridden enough already, and the tattered remains of his wounded pride compelled him to do something, anything to maintain some sort of façade of control in over his current situation.
But, either Danica had found a gym and some rancor hormones in the few hours he’d spent unconscious or he was more weary than he thought — he couldn’t muster much of a resistance as she firmly laid him back down on the bed. The Firrerreo harrumphed quietly, barely holding off an urge to grumble and fold his arms over his chest.
“I’ll be fine,” he muttered. “I’ve had worse.”
Either Danica didn’t care to dispute the muddled fib—it was technically true, but beatings of that caliber didn’t come often—or she hadn’t heard, because she wasted little time pulling her knives out.
Why was Kamirille alive, she demanded. Nieraan had, to that point, just told her that his parents were dead, when he couldn’t completely shunt away Danica’s curiosity. It was simpler that way, and left the struggles of his youth untouched.
Besides, he thought, looking at his hands folded in his lap instead of meeting Danica’s demanding gaze, I never thought Kamirille would be so bold. Not like this.
Danica still wasn’t sated. Before Nieraan could even begin to hazard an answer, she pushed further, digging into a corner of her past he had no idea she knew about.
Maritza…
He saw her cramped, dusty little room in his mind’s eye, heard the click and clatter of the beads in her hair, the rough texture of her moth-bitten comforter draped over them as they lay with one another…
“She had no right,” Nieraan said, hand clenching to a fist. He grit his teeth against the painful memories that crept to the surface, unsure if he was angrier at Kamirille for what she did, all those years ago, or for trying to poison his relationship with Danica by telling her.
“She was… an old love,” he said, slowly. Now he did lift his eyes to Danica, defiance smoldering deep below the surface. “Don’t act like you haven’t had others before me, either.” He stopped, realizing his voice was more caustic than he’d intended.
“Look… Danica, I didn’t want to drag you into my past.” Nieraan’s shoulders slumped. He leaned all the way back, staring up at the ceiling before his eyes closed. “I didn’t want you to know the… hardships I’ve had to go through, or the pain. I never knew this would happen…” His voice trailed off, lost for words as he struggled to form something resembling an apology. Danica spoke again, saying she should leave, and for once, he felt a pang of worry.
“No, Danica. Please.” He sat up again now, groaning against a flash of pain in his side as he reached to touch her arm. “Don’t. I can’t lose you too. I can’t….”
Nieraan fell back again, sighing quietly as he let another painful admission out. “And Maritza… You don’t need to worry about her. Kamirille killed her.”
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 15, 2015 14:16:32 GMT -5
That was Nieraan she knew: defiant, stubborn and refusing to show any weakness. Despite battered, broken body he fought against her touch. The Firrerreo protested, unhappy with such turn of events. It always had been strange with him - at one hand she could sense years of experience in him. Some showed on Nieraan’s body in a form of old scars, some reflected in hardness of his yellow gaze. Despite all those signs, her lover remained a big baby at heart. A wounded child, now abused by his cruel mother. ”Maybe physically.” Danica retorted quickly. Before Cassius broke Nieraan’s body and mind, but not in the ways the Firrerreo’s own mother had just done. After her father’s attack, the Sith Lord grew even meaner, more angry. Now…now he looked horribly defeated. Danica hated him this way, she hated him this weak. Her jaws clenched and it was the only thing that could give away Danica’s thoughts on the matter.
”Like she is a woman who would care about your rights.” Danica sighed, but said nothing more, seeing deep, emotional pain marring Nieraan’s features. In this very moment her anger evaporated completely. She understood now why the Firrerreo kept it a secret. Not because of trust issues, because of some mean spirited nature. He was ashamed. Danica remembered her own honesty about Cassius deeds was questionable. Maybe if she had told Nieraan from the start, her lover wouldn’t have suffered the mental abuse.
An old love…That would explain. Danica felt brief pang of jealousy at the thought a woman before her stole Nieraan’s heart. That she wasn’t the only one. This feeling quickly grew into a dumb surprise when the Firrerreo snapped at her defensively. ”I never…well…” She said, for the first time in a while words failed her. Of course there were others. ”It’s not about that!” Danica hastily replied. ”It’s about basic honesty, a simple fact you are not an orphan.” The human continued, feeling overwhelming guilt for abusing Nieraan even more. She shook her head quickly. ”Nature of adult relationships is sharing such hardships.” Danica muttered but without much conviction. There were so many things he still didn’t know and would never know.
Her eyes widened when the Firrerreo reacted with growing panic as she moved away. He pulled himself up, despite pain. ”Nieraan.” She whispered under her breath and it carried all the affection toward her Sith lover. ”What are we going to do? Cassius in the Mid Rim and Core. Your mother….everywhere.” Danica sighed with defeat. ”Two children we have to raise with all this crap going on!” Tears swelled beneath her eyelids and she quickly wiped them away. Slowly, the human woman walked back toward Nieraan who looked tired, broken, weak. Like a bird with a broken wing. No, with every bone with his body shattered.
The information that Martiza was dead didn’t really make Danica happy, it only served as a reminder how close to dying she had been today. ”Evil hag.” The human spat, deep down feeling a shred of dark gratitude. One Danica would never would admit to - if not for Martiza’s death Nieraan wouldn’t be now with her. She sat down next to her lover and gently touched his cold cheek, then moved fingers down to the wide chest. Very gently, avoiding any wound and bruise along the way. ”I knew an Echani boy once. Lesath.” Danica began, her gaze distant, voice trembling. "His father was a minor diplomat. No one this important nor powerful. When my father learned about us, he destroyed him and his family.” She continued, biting down tears. ”Then almost drowned me in our pool.” Once again Danica swiftly wiped away few glistening tears.
”I guess now we have everything in the open, huh?” Danica asked, averting verdant, moist gaze as her cheeks flushed lightly at the emotions she buried long time ago: shame, fear, sadness, helplessness.
”I know life with a screwed up parent.”
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Post by Rugs on Jun 14, 2015 10:53:46 GMT -5
[Just a quick post, cause I know school’s keeping ya busy ^_^]
Of course it was an Echani, Nieraan thought with some bitterness as Danica opened up about her former love. It wasn’t fair to her, but the Firrerreo didn’t have much love for Echani, nor was he thrilled to learn that one had put his paws all over his lover some years ago.
It’s not as though he were racist — he’d good reason to dislike the species, after one had nearly beaten his brain out of his skull in a warehouse on Metellos. But that was long ago, and fortunately, he’d avoided running into others with any degree of frequency since.
“Sorry,” he muttered, not for the lost boy but for the horror Danica must have experienced. “I… know that couldn’t have been easy for you.” It was an odd thing, trying to express sympathy for another person. Even so, some part of Nieraan truly meant it. For Danica alone, though. Not her Echani boyfriend.
Does she feel the same way for Maritza? he wondered. The possibility that she might stung a little, he had to admit.
“That’s all in the past, I guess,” mumbled, clearly ready to move on from the morbid line of conversation. “And our… crazy parents are here in the present.” He felt weary, and felt his body struggling to hold to consciousness again, despite the hours of sleep from which he’d just arisen. Even with his heightened healing, he’d be far from full strength for a while. “But we can worry about them, later, I think.” He sagged against his bed, eyes slipping shut as he leaned his head back to touch the pillow behind him. A smile ghosted across his lips, in spite of himself. “Maybe after the sun comes up…”
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Post by Poludnica on Aug 28, 2015 9:19:13 GMT -5
Her lover looked oddly displeased when she mentioned the troubled past. Danica’s tired features grew a bit sharper and a detached frown formed between dark eyebrows. Nieraan had no right to judge - he was many things but certainly not a virgin Jedi. It wasn’t the time to argue about it, especially when Danica’s anger rapidly subsided when Nieraan displayed something rare: compassion. Award as it was and timid. She never wondered about what made Nieraan into what he was: would he be a different person if not for the crazed mother? Something else than the Sith killer and a feared lord? Her father had the most privileged upbringing one could have gotten and yet his soul was rotten to the core.
”We are too old to fear parents.” Danica let out a tired sigh and gently caressed Nieraan’s chest. The bruising there was already slowly fading. She thought about how much beating the Firrerro had taken over the years, the amount that would certainly kill a human being. It suddenly struck her how…not human he was and so would their children be. The idea made her strangely uneasy. Danica still didn’t get rid of the elitist standards and more than once witnessed human Sith aristocracy frown down on other species. She easily found acceptance among them: with her breeding and manners. Nieraan was another matter.
A snort escaped her. Sleep, of course. She wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next few days over it and Nieraan happily drifted away. It was so…him. A child that lived from one tragedy to another, trying to catch whatever pleasure that came his way. Danica believed Nieraan didn’t have capacity to imagine what awaited him. What such responsibility meant. Just deal with the crap as it comes. At least he wasn’t resentful, unhappy. She curled next to him, careful not to disturb his wounds, thinking about their twisted families and mark they would leave on their common legacy.
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