Jaina Solo (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tricksterjaina) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-11-14 23:14:00 |
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What? Shenanigans, with a side of antics?
Where? Some street not terribly far from Solo Tower (tm)
When? Eveningish?
Rating? Probably not high.
Jaina needed some space. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get the real kind, the kind in literal space, black and stars and nothing else, no demonsick and no doubled-up people and no Apocalypse. The stars didn’t care who won this war - either way, they would still be there. Watching.
She needed breathing room, though, and she couldn’t get that with Jacen - no, sorry, Caedus - acting like a jerk. Like she wasn’t good enough anymore, like she wouldn’t ever measure up to his impossible standards. He was comparing her to people and things she had no way to become, and she didn’t want to become anyway.
She didn’t plan on staying gone. It was only for a little while.
It wasn’t hard, waiting until he was asleep (did he even sleep anymore? It was hard to tell, sometimes; if he wasn’t sleeping, he was meditating deep enough she couldn’t feel him checking up on her) and then tamping down on her presence as hard as she could while she slipped out of the building. There was a stirring of demonsick awareness nearby, but she wasn’t worried, slinging her bag over her shoulder and picking her way almost delicately over and around the bodies and rubble that littered the street.
She kept walking for a few minutes before she even tried reaching out, keeping herself hidden (not blanked out, not like her brother could, but tamped down enough that she’d be harder to feel if he wasn’t looking for her) but stretching to see what was ahead. There was a presence nearby, not demonsick but there were demonsick nearby, circling like they sensed fresh meat, and this was one little presence all alone. She didn’t really know what she was supposed to be anymore - Jedi to Sword to Dark to Sith and she was none of them right now - but she wasn’t about to let someone get mauled to death or turned while she was close by.
She poked her head around the corner of a building when she sensed she was close, and without saying a word or losing her smile, she shot a blast of Force lightning at a demonsick little old woman who was creeping closer to the lone man walking down the street.
She needed breathing room, though, and she couldn’t get that with Jacen - no, sorry, Caedus - acting like a jerk. Like she wasn’t good enough anymore, like she wouldn’t ever measure up to his impossible standards. He was comparing her to people and things she had no way to become, and she didn’t want to become anyway.
She didn’t plan on staying gone. It was only for a little while.
It wasn’t hard, waiting until he was asleep (did he even sleep anymore? It was hard to tell, sometimes; if he wasn’t sleeping, he was meditating deep enough she couldn’t feel him checking up on her) and then tamping down on her presence as hard as she could while she slipped out of the building. There was a stirring of demonsick awareness nearby, but she wasn’t worried, slinging her bag over her shoulder and picking her way almost delicately over and around the bodies and rubble that littered the street.
She kept walking for a few minutes before she even tried reaching out, keeping herself hidden (not blanked out, not like her brother could, but tamped down enough that she’d be harder to feel if he wasn’t looking for her) but stretching to see what was ahead. There was a presence nearby, not demonsick but there were demonsick nearby, circling like they sensed fresh meat, and this was one little presence all alone. She didn’t really know what she was supposed to be anymore - Jedi to Sword to Dark to Sith and she was none of them right now - but she wasn’t about to let someone get mauled to death or turned while she was close by.
She poked her head around the corner of a building when she sensed she was close, and without saying a word or losing her smile, she shot a blast of Force lightning at a demonsick little old woman who was creeping closer to the lone man walking down the street.