A Force Balanced pt.1
Black feline ears twitched erratically as the sounds of rage filled screaming and the crunching of metal echoed from the cargo area of the ship. She hadn’t been told what happened, all she knew was what Weiss had screamed over the comms when she boarded the ship: “Belladonna! Take us to Coruscant!”
It wasn’t difficult to tell that the apprentice was agitated, but to have Weiss tear up the inside her ship was kinda pushing it. Tapping her fingers against the console, she weighed her options: she so could suck it up and leave it, or she could give the cute little sith a reason to stop. Like, perhaps the impending doom of cracking the hull if she keeps pounding that damned cargo container against the walls! With several swift flicks, flips, and turns she had the ship on autopilot and darted for the cargo area.
“Damn you! You blasted arrogant bastard!” the white haired young woman screamed as she crunched one of the already mostly smashed containers with her impressive Force grip, “I’ll show you I’m no weak willed fool!” she pulled her saber from it’s holster, the blood red lightblade crackling angrily as it came forth. She raised over her head and made to swing on the walls when Blake called out.
“Weiss!” she snapped, her arms crossed as she stood in the entrance. The white haired girl didn’t flinch instead turning on the pilot, fixing an glacial glare on her, her wound bleeding somewhat do to the over-activity. Blake's heart sank, but she didn’t her best to keep her expression muted, “If you put a hole in the hull, we are both dead. So why don’t you relax or something and not doom your mission before we even leave the atmosphere?”
The apprentice growled in response, but conceded, retracting the lightsaber and replacing it on her belt with a huff. When she turned away to clean up the mess, Blake couldn’t help but smile, wondering briefly how Weiss could ever be anything like her master. However that smile quickly turned sour when she was drawn back to the bleeding wound on the young woman’s face.
“You should really let me clean that..” She tried, slowly walking farther into the hold, her tail swaying with uncertainty. Blake had been charged by the current Sith Lord to cart his apprentice around, since he couldn’t trust her to do so herself. She found herself slowly becoming attached though, and now more than ever it was starting to sink in that if she didn’t start doing something, this could end poorly for them both. That, and what sort of monster could pit so many scars on such a young woman…
“It’s fine… I don’t need you to do things like that..” Weiss said quietly, lifting a broken container from it’s sideways position and setting it upright. Now that she wasn’t throwing a fit, Blake could see that the wound was bothering her by the way her fingers twitched. An unconscious desire to cover the slash, to nurse it. The dark haired girl sighed herself, walking towards a capsule on the side of the room and opening it up.
Weiss eyed her quietly, Blake knew because she could hear her stiffen suddenly when she turned back around now holding some medical supplies. A smirk played at the pilots lips as she made her way to the apprentice. “I’ll have none of that on my ship, mini-Sith,” when she received a pointed glare at the mention of her size Blake held up her hands in surrender, “I’m sorry…but honestly, you opened it up, and if you don’t get it treated it’ll get infected and then you’ll probably lose the eye.” Maybe.
The white haired apprentice eyed her suspiciously before sighing and giving a curt nod of approval. Blake, who waited patiently for Weiss to close her eyes for treatment, smiled slightly and for a split second she felt an overwhelming sense of affection as she gently scrubbed away the drying blood. She, not for the first time, was reminded how beautiful this apprentice was when she had a moment of peace. Blake realizing this for the umpteenth time since their meeting, felt something spark in her chest, and the desire to see this peace more permanently seeded itself within.