SHE FELT THE disturbance in the force like an icicle stabbing down the length of her spine. the pain caused her to grab at the table in front of her. hux’s voice was like a mumble in the back of her mind, a c o n c e r n, but she ignored it. shaking fingers grabbed for her cloak. her feet were carrying her away without her permission towards the exit. black fabric swung around her with a grace that could turn one of the dancers of coruscant green with envy. her fingers were colder than the winter air that stung her soft cheeks as they fastened the outerwear around her neck.
she heard the call of stormtrooper behind her, however the danger of the starkiller exploding was far from her mind. there was one thought at the forefront, something she hated herself for being unable to let go of. k y l o. she needed to find him. so, sprinting through the snow and trees she called to him.
it was u n u s u a l for her voice to be so loud– it sang above the howling wind and snapping of trees. steady hands drew her saber to cut through trees that were falling in her path. the red glow of it nearly blinded her to the sight further off to her left.
the blue was s t r i k i n g. it glowed brightly and hurt her heart– for it was the color of her own saber before she had joined kylo and the knights of ren. she had chosen it because it reminded her of her brother. b l u e was his favorite. she was overtaken for a moment in memories that the flashing of red, blue, and purple almost didn’t register to her.
she began sprinting again. fate was cruel, however, painfully reminding her she was never fast enough ( never as fast as her brother ) to help. she watched the scavenger strike her darling in the face.
the brunette threw her hand out and the ground s p l i t between the two– pushing the desert dweller away ( why wanda didn’t kill her, she doesn’t know. the lost opportunity will haunt her for weeks to come. ) and successfully ending the fight.
cloak flying behind her, she ran to reach him. it swung around as she knelt beside him, covering him from the wind and snow. the bright glow of the millennium falcon behind her shrouded her face in darkness.
‘ kylo – we need to go. now.
the ground quakes and shakes beneath his body, though his
mind is far from his earthen form. the cold snow numbs his
weary flesh, once agonizing limbs now unfeeling with the cold.
the ground splits, tearing him away from the scavenger girl
and her rage (he refused to admit to himself that even
untrained, the scavenger had bested him).
distantly, he hears her, his lady scarlet, call for him, and he
pries his eyes open, blinking blood and snow from them as
he forces himself into a sitting position, bones creaking and
limbs groaning in protest, an agonized moan escaping his
lips before he could help it. (keep your pain to yourself, boy.
there is no one here to coddle you like mummy.)
