I was tagged a while ago by @keldae (I am appreciative, I promise!)
I’m going to send out tags to @starknstarwars (Ha! I get to tag you for a change!) @actualanxiousswampwitch @pineaberry @miss-spooky-eyes @gerdavonrinnlingen
Here is the unedited snippet from Whiskey & Tihaar, where Fynta does what Fynta does, but this time, Ucevi can’t make her mess go away. Special shout out to @tishinada for letting me borrow Ucevi. I love that giant woman so much.
Aric blinked slowly as he came out of the trance, then slouched deeper into his chair. Fynta let go of the Jedi’s shoulders and went to her old friend. Ucevi sagged against the desk, a sheen of sweat coating her face, neck, and chest. Fynta pushed the dark strands of hair that had come loose from the Sith’s pristine bun and steadied her. “Are you okay?”
When Ucevi’s gaze met Fynta’s it burned with something just short of anger. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“You’d have killed each other.” Fynta forced a smile and pretended that her stomach wasn’t trying to empty itself. “Stubborn as an akk hound with a new bone, the both of you.”
Ucevi wouldn’t have stopped until she’d shielded Aric, and he would have shredded both of their minds trying to escape. It was in their natures, a nurturer and a warrior. Still, Ucevi shook her head. “I can’t undo this.”
“You couldn’t have stopped it,” Fynta countered, sitting back on her heels to give Uveci room to straighten. The woman’s deep crimson had paled, and her hair hung limp with sweat.
Shaking her had, the Sith Blood pushed into a backward arch to stretch her muscles. “I could have barred your entrance, or—”
“It wouldn’t have changed anything,” Fynta interrupted, but she placed her hand on the woman’s knee to soften the blow. “Something happened on Rishi. A connection developed. All I did was replace a rope bridge with a permanent structure.”
Ucevi leaned forward again, taking Fynta’s chin in strong fingers so that she had no choice but to look the Sith Blood in the eyes. “A rope bridge can be burned. What you’ve done can’t be broken. Even after death, his soul could cling to yours.”
