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7 yrs ago
Current Im back bitches
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7 yrs ago
The amount of progress I have made on my writing is such an ego boost =v=
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7 yrs ago
Without you I never would have met him. So thank you for breaking my heart, it let me open my heart to someone who cares.
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9 yrs ago
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"Bet you can't do it again."

She watched him stand still thinking of the things going on in her head. It was beginning to give her a headache. She closed her eyes and allowed deep breaths to flow through her as Joran's voice was the only thing remaining in her brain. All of those emotions being compressed and put into a nice neat little box for her to deal with later. She wasn't ready to think about everything that had gone on in that dream.

His hand ruffling her head sent a jolt through her and her hair to stand on end. "Damn it Joran." She pouted as she attempted to flatten down her static filled hairs. "Oh I got them alright." She too stood with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. "I showed 'em whose the one on top~" Oh she most certainly meant to make that comment. It was rather hard to be intimidated by a short girl with staticy hair though.

The smirk faded into a smile as her own hand lightly landed on top of his. She looked up at him before leaning forward and pressing her forehead to his chest. "You're not going to like what you see in that case...be prepared for something far less appeasing to look at than this." She took a step back and awkwardly gestured to herself. "I've got yours if you've got mine." She confidently said as she reached up to try and get her hair to smooth back down again.

"You know they still haven't sent us word yet to go back. We still have more time here..." She quietly said as she poked at the fried room service holopad. Thankfully she'd put away the communications device so that was still working properly- if a bit discolored on the screen.
Shivers ran through her as he touched the marks now spotted across her body. She still remained quiet as she allowed him to come to her, not making any moves herself. She could feel the quick spasm that went through his arm, the frown only deepening on her face. "Please don't." She quietly rasped as she was finally able to slow down her heart and catch her breath. It was stopped for a moment as something close to a soft moan escaped her lips as he ghosted over her neck. "Jerk." She quietly muttered back as she tried to relax her tense muscles.

She remained quiet for a long moment before speaking barely above a whisper. "I had a dream that was amazing then turned into something dark and hidious. The people I trusted tried to betray me and kill me and I had to do something I never want to have to do..." The flash of electrocuting the rouge knight came into her mind. "Yeah, you and your sass were there..." She didn't want to finish that train of thought.

"Make me promise would you?" Why was she about to say this. Why. "If I ever tell you to run or ever tell you to look away...please do it. Just please trust me. I trust you but I don't want you to ever see some things I have to do." She thought about how brutally she'd killed that knight...but it was all a dream right? It had to have been.
The dazed feeling of waking up were replaced with fear and anger and anxiety. Many other sub emotions fanning those flames from under the surface. The slight bolts of her body giving way to small red flags flaring up in the back of her mind as to what just happened. She only got like this after battles when she, "Oh fuck." She groaned as she realized what had happened.

She pulled away from him to look around as he spoke. Her eyes looked to the holopad..then the television and upwards towards the lights. Her throat tightened up and her lungs refused to allow her breath. Her hand reached towards his face to touch him only to hesitate and draw back. He was alive and breathing. Solaras' eyes dropped from his face down to his chest where she could tell there was no saber sticking out of it. He was glowing and very much so alive. That must have just been a dream. Nothing more...perhaps she needs to meditate more.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you..." She choked out still trying to catch her breath. The knight sat up on the bed trying to avoid touching him as she looked down at her blackened finger tips. She would also find her skin had been blackened on other points of her body- her back mostly showing the spots. They didn't hurt her but it was clear something had left her body from that point. "Did I.." She couldn't finish the sentence. 'Did I scare you? Do you still think of me the same?' Her voice would echo in his ears softly as she looked away from him ashamed and trying still so hard to keep the mish mash of memories out of her head.
Solaras rolled her eyes with a smile as he spoke about people knowing where he was from. "So what? They know where I came from and that doesn't matter anymore now does it?" She'd glanced away for just a moment when it happened. The sound of the igniting saber and the smell of sizzling flesh. Her eyes went wide as she turned back to see Joran crumpling towards the ground and a figure clad in all black with an ignited saber.

The blood ran hot in her veins in less than an instant as peoples began to scatter an she held Joran in her arms. "Joran, stay with me. MEDIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Joran, hey keep it together. It's just a scratch." She quietly cooed to the unconscious man as the black figure simply stood there and watched as a pair of storm troopers came and quite literally dragged Joran away. The moment she deemed him far enough Solaras stood to her full height with nothing but blood lust there. "What do you think you've just done?" Her voice was level and calm as she stared deeply into the space where the Knight's eyes would be.

The altered voice came through mockingly, "I've just killed that disturbance in the Force on your precious little wedding day you ignorant fool." She could hear the smile on the Knight's voice as her left brow twitched and her chin rose- eyes still never leaving him. "Not only have you attempted to kill one of Snoke's personal favorites you've ruined a massive operation and now I must destroy you for it." Words were paced and articulated to perfection as her dress seemed to melt away, her control over The Force currently very high. It revealed a one piece set of black clothing that fitted perfectly under her gown. She kicked off the beautiful glittering shoes without so much as breaking eye contact.

The Knight across from her barked a laugh, "HAH. You really do think so highly of yourself that you think you could kill me? You're just a whore who Snoke took a liking to because she's nothing but angry! Your loyalties are too high to kill off even one of us!" The man gestured towards the other knights, helmeted and not, scattered through the room like permanent black pillars of the few last fleeing guests. One particular knight stood out to her for a moment with a cross guard styled saber on his hip and arms held behind his back. She did not recognize him but her heart clenched seeing his helmeted figure observing.

"You are far too weak!" Solaras' eyes snapped back towards the Rouge Knight as a giggle escaped her. Then a chuckle. Then a full on laugh. Her laughter filled the massive halls as she quite literally turned away from the Knight. "That's absolutely adorable." Her voice took on that tone of almost girlish charm, higher in pitch and curious sounding. She took a pace away from him and rose a hand while speaking, "You honestly think I wouldn't kill one of you?" Her single sided saber came detached from her left thigh, floating in the space around her; now activated and hot. "Ahha. Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHA." Solaras turned back around on her toes with her arms behind her back, leaning forward with that girlish voice and a Cheshire's smile.

"Do not forget who made you little Cederin." Her arms remained behind her back as her single sided saber lightly bobbed and moved almost like a snake in the air next to her. "Do not forget who pulled you from under the dead bodies of your village and gave you a purpose." She stood a bit taller as the Cheshire's smile faded until nothing more than a simple little upturn of her lips-almost as though she were flirting. "Do not forget who made you powerful. The poor little boy who couldn't save his family from being slaughter by Tuscan raiders. Tell me is it true that they raped your mother and sister after they killed them? I always wondered but didn't think it polite to ask."

That pushed the Knight into acting. He rose his sword an a cry escaped his voice modulated helmet. In a flash her single sided saber clashed with his, her hands still not holding it-only The Force having it's control over it. "Yes! That's it! HIT ME!" She cheered as she pulled her double sided from her side-igniting one side. "FIGHT ME!" She watched carefully as her single sided and his saber clashed over and over. Her single sided moved as though she were holding it herself- the defensive form clearly practiced over and over. She ignited the second side.

She waited another moment before acting upon an opening. The Rouge Knight brought his saber down upon her single saber only to see the Force Saber disengage and his body continuing to go forward at the lack of resistance. He wasn't able to recover quick enough.

Not only did his own saber clatter to the ground in split pieces but his fingers from his supporting arm fell with it while his dominant arm was having issues of it's own. She's brought the saber down upon him as thought she were using a ken-do stick, directly in front of her and through his forearms so that there were now two long useless meaty sides of his arm. He didn't even have time to scream as she pushed it further to his shoulder-giving it a lovely twist to fully remove the arm. She was close to him now with only the charmed words of, "Give me a hug~" Escaping her.

In a half a move the second side to the saber clashed with the side of his knee, bringing him down to below her eye level. With ease she took off his second arm before releasing her ignited double side to join her single sided saber as they gently circled the pair. Her hands clamped down on his helmet-turning it upwards. She could see the sizzling of his charred shoulder blades as she looked down her nose at him. She could feel his fear and his anger. It only served to add to her next action. Her fingers easily found the release buttons on his helmet- tossing it aside so that her hands clasped either side of his face. "Hey dandy dick." Words no longer bubbly and charming but deeper and almost bored sounding. "That was an adorable attempt at trying to kill me but now you lost." His eyes searched hers looking for some form of humanity. "And now you're going to die."

He found none.

Electricity surged through the male's brain and body so violently she could see his skeleton burning blue from inside of his body. She didn't stop until she felt his brain melting in his head and his neck snap under the spasms. She clenched her jaw at the foul smell before letting his blackened twitching body fall to the ground before her. She turned towards the other knights, particularly the one who seemed to be watching her the hardest- the one with the cross guard. "Let it be known that I may be marrying another but I am not weak and I will not hesitate to slaughter anyone who stands in the way of my missions or the missions of The First Order." She stood there for what felt like an eternity before things began to go black. The last thing she remembered was falling to knee and crippling pain in her chest.

When she came back every fiber of her being was clenched tight. She was back in that little hotel room with her arms wrapped astonishingly tight around Joran. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes, once snapped shut, opened with clear annoyance. Her grip loosened just a moment as the whisps of what she just saw escaped her forefront thinking. "Wha..." She groaned, sitting up. It was then that she realized her surroundings in full. Not only was she down planet in a little hotel room but she was in bed straddling Joran Jace-her current partner and the man she'd prayed hadn't watched die in her dreams...and also the man she was marrying. "Hey..." she said a bit awkwardly, not really knowing how to deal with the flood of emotions coming through her at the moment.
"I can say tge same about you Joran. You look quite dapper in your suit." She smiled brighlty at him as an image of him passed out due to fatigue entered her mind. She forced it out as she laced her fingers in his. "I like making you happy."

"You know..." she koi-ishly glanced at him from the side. "...if we do keep this marriage we're going to have to go on a honey moon." Her ears were red at the thought but smiling none the less. "Once we crush everyone else of course.'
Are you looking for a certain kind of character or will just about any kind do?
Hm. This seems pretty interesting
"Joran Apontha...Solaras Jace.... I like the later better." She lightly mused to herself. A light laugh bubbling up from her throat to add to the realism of this mission she barely remembered forming. Her mouth snapped shut as memories she didn't remember having came crashing before her eyes. Her brows drew together in an act of concentration to keep it together. She saw orange. She saw blood and pale skin and broken bones and fear. Alot of fear. She saw chains and torture and lightning and de-

A small gasp escaped her as his voice broke these new memories. She looked towards him with a tilted head, face full of worry and sadness. She acted on her own at this point as she reached over and gently turned his head towards her. "I could marry someone powerful. I could marry someone strong and perfect and wealthy and influential." She gripped his other hand with gentle ease, "But they would never make me as happy or feel as safe as you do." Where were these words coming from? WHy was she saying this? It had to be for this wedding right? Yes that must be it. "There is no one in the galaxy I could imagine risking my life with more than you. You mean so much to me Joran, have you not realized that?"
In a breath her consciousness slipped only to return to her in full. Her hair was down, her face full of makeup and her body being weighted down by a breathtaking dress. Her hand was linked in the warm hand of another. She followed her own arm to see it connected to Joran's. Looking at him fully her breath caught in her throat. He looked amazing. The words came from her with her own signature look of an arced brow, "Fine then." She grinned evilly as she leaned a little closer towards him. "Joran Jace will you marry me?" She paused a moment before grinning wider and winking before standing up straight again, gripping his hand a tad harder for a moment.

The smirk on her face as a plan of slaughtering officials came to the forefront of her mind, the sabers strapped to her thighs feeling chilled against her skin. "Some how some way they would know if it was faked, they're politicians my dear." She batted her eyes at him, her stomach flipping as she looked at him again. She squeezed his hand once again with a tint across her face, "You're right. I can't." She looked away a moment trying to hide her face from him. The mere thought of him being with another sent a pulse of anger through her that she quickly stopped. "Besides...I don't really know what I would do without you by my side."
Solaras groaned as he made a moment of using it to his advantage. Force, she didnt even know she was ticklish there until this mission!

"Im quite sure people will understand the arrangement in due time. In case you couldnt tell Im severly feared with and without the helmet." Her form adjusted so that one leg was hiked up and her arms slipped around him ever so gently.

Solaras wondered what he meamt by his words. "Honestly, I do not know. As much as I like to plan I dont question fate or the flow of everything in thag sense. We have our own decisions to make and they intermingle with others leading to conclusions and such...." she lifted her head to look at him curiously with a light tint to her cheeks. She lowered her head again, listening to his heart beat slow, hers following in suit.

She snuggled into him as she too felt the grip of sleep upon her. "It brought me happiness..." she quietly mumbled enjoying this moment until she fully slipped into darkness.
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