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It was the summer of her tenth year and it was oppressively hot. BelleBlair had joined her human brothers, Mullen and Esteban of the Anjule family to which she belonged at the canal. As the boys distanced themselves to change into dry clothes she remained in the water, ringing out her drenched dress.
“You sure are a cute one.”
She turned and faced an older gentlemen in upper class garb examining her with eyes full of desire from the dry land.
“your just lovely, look at that face.”
She stood still, frozen with panic.
“hey!” Esteban came to her side, pushing the twi’lek behind him and saying nothing- he stared down the stranger with unease.
“Come on BelleBlair,” he mumbled, leading her with his arm and keeping his eyes planted on the man.
“Lets go.”
Then came Mullen with a frown on his face and his shirt in his hand.
“Hold up-” He said, he was an aggressive boy with a scowling face, a mole on his cheek and lively green eyes.
Mullen stepped towards the elder, looking up at him, poised.
“what do you want old man?” he demanded.
“Do you boys own that girl?” the man asked kindly, pointing at their young female friend.
Mullen wiped his nose and stood akimbo.
“She belongs to our mom.” he said. “what’s it to you?”
“I’d like to have her- I’ll buy her from you.”
“No!” Esteban shouted, water flew from his wet russet hair as he protested, drawing The little gray girl closer to his back.
“She’s not for sale!”
Before coming to live with the Anjules BelleBlair had spent months in the slave trade, the very possibility of returning to be used made the blood halt in her veins. She was frozen in fear, she was at the mercy of Mullen once again and felt impending doom threaten to stop her heart.
“shut up, Est.” Mullen said. “how much?
“No! Mullen you can’t!” his brother cried
“How much?” he repeated.
“2,000.” replied the outsider.
“Make it four and she’s yours.” Mullen Grinned with delight.
The buyer then took the young twi’lek by the arm and led her away from prying eyes.
“I’ll kill you!” She could hear Esteban shouting, his voice cracked and the boys fell to the floor, fighting furiously.
“I’ll kill you! How could you! Mom will hate you! I‘ll kill you!”
Kneeling to her height he cupped her chin in his hand-
And ran his thumb over her lower lip.
Even as she sat in the midst of adulthood, the gesture brought back the moment with such vividness she jerked aback when the act was repeated.
“BelleBlair?” A Twi’lek man of hard green questioned. His hand was still hanging in the air where he had reached to touch her mouth. He laughed politely until he could register that her expression would not receive it.
“I didn’t mean to-” he began, The evening was spoiled and he wasn’t quite sure what he had done to make it so.
BelleBlair quickly stood from her seat and began to gather her things hastily.
“I should go.” she said and her male attendant rose to meet her with worry.
“Are you alright?” He asked “What’s wrong? I-”
“I‘m sorry” she said as she slipped out the door.
The night air kissed her skin, sending chills down her back as she quickly ambled through upper Coruscant. She muttered an apology as her shoulder collided with a man passing her on the flight of stairs leading in to the building she fled.
Her pace slowed and she stopped, catching her breath and looking back, feeling lonely and confused by her own self- sabotage. It was too late now, she continued home reluctantly. Her little outburst and uncharacteristic way of coping with it left her self-conscious.
‘He’s going to tell all his friends I freaked out and ran away.’
She chuckled bitterly to herself. How silly it must seem. She stopped in her tracks and sat on the mostly deserted street in the dark. She didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to be anywhere in particular.
After gazing up at night sky and growing bored with its unchanging canopy she walked the streets.
It was not far when she heard the screaming.
She froze in her tracks and turned in its direction.
A woman was running in fear, she was crying and groaning, her clothes wet and dirty with grim and blood.
It was a twi’lek of aquamarine.
BelleBlair held her by the shoulders with concern, jumping back with a hand over her mouth as she realized with a start that the hysterical girl was disfigured.
Her skin was textured from burns and one of her Lekku was hanging crooked, her left eye appeared to be scalded shut and her lip was split open from trauma.
“Oh ….oh god- “ She felt ill, the dark Rutian spoke in swift twi’leki between sobs and pants
“I - I don’t know twi’leki-” BelleBlair struggled to convey.
“Please I don’t understand you…I only speak basic!”
The woman of gray tried to calm her blue counter part , but it was no use, she would not be consoled. She shook and pleaded, she would speak nothing but the foreign tongue and BelleBlair was at a loss.
She could see her mother’s face in the woman’s desperation and each word was like an arrow to her heart.
Suddenly the rutian was silenced.
She stared just past BelleBlair, entranced, her broken lip quivering and her mouth unable to form the words. Her eyes grew wide but her companion could see nothing where she was so acutely fixated.
“Bad…Eyes.” She stammered.
A Togruta was in their midst.
Just a few feet away bathed in light, she stood. A lone figure of deep ox blood red.
The rhythmic clicks of heels on the road echoed the streets as she approached, tossing a tale of grey and white over her shoulder as she came. The beaten twi’lek suddenly broke away with a small cry, disappearing down the road in the dark.
BelleBlair stayed frozen, the Togruta mere inches away.
Her eyes were glossy and dark with circles like crystal burst around the pupil- it was like nothing she’d ever seen before and she was lost in their fathomless depths.
The woman stopped, just barely passing her and giving her a small, slow smile before continuing along the fleeing twi’lek’s trail, her eerily hypnotic eyes on the gray woman’s until she was distanced enough to turn away.
“You Twi’leks have the most delicious smell about you.” She said.
Her voice was soft and angelic, it nearly brought tears to the twi’leks eyes.
“like blood and guts.”
Long after she departed, her presence remained, leaving BelleBlair haunted by the encounter, and rushing home as fast as her legs could carry her…
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She was a child again.
The dusty land was laid before her like the whole world was right there- like beyond her home was just infinite nothing. There was nothing to be missed…nothing to be longed for.
And if there was it didn’t matter because she was there.
“Belleb’lair!” called the red woman.
The girl of grey rose from play and ran to her mother, hugging her waist warmly. The Lethan laughed and bowed to her, burying her face against her neck.
When she drew back chills ran up and down her spine.
She her eyes were jet black with a smokey ring polluting and fogging the iris.
“You have the most delicious smell about you-”
It was the morning after and the twi’lek woke up before the sun did.
The image of the Togruta’s piercing gaze had been burned into her psyche and she could not find rest to evade it. She sat in the crinkled covers of her bed awhile, drawing her knees to her and hugging them for comfort, she found none. She shut her eyes tight and the mangled twi’lek would appear again.
Thirty minutes…
She had thirty minutes before she had to leave.
She had planned to meet a friend of her brother Mullen’s to discuss business at a local cantina. Normally she would dread the task but she rose quickly to meet it this time.
Too many things lingered where she lay.
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Lower Coruscant was bustling and BelleBlair found the meeting place with great ease. She grew tired of associating with the local scum of the underworld but they had somehow- without her knowing- wormed their way into her life and she was surrounded by them constantly.
When she walked through the door she noticed automatically Jochim was not in sight.
It was nearly empty save for a few of the usuals who had grown complacent with their seats and youngsters seeking refuge from lawful eyes.
Taking an empty stool at the bar she waited. Jochim wasn’t a man she was particularly fond of. He was a close friend of Mullen’s and so she had met him on several different occasions and had been forced to keep his company more then she would like to admit.
Now that Mullen had been missing awhile she’d grown desperate and sought his help to find him. She kept her eyes peeled for the brawny twi’lek but her thoughts lingered on the events of the night before.
She leaned against the counter dreamily lost.
((Gotta keep it Pg 13 up in here- oh hell to the well I'll trust you guys....again.))
“You sure are a cute one.”
She turned and faced an older gentlemen in upper class garb examining her with eyes full of desire from the dry land.
“your just lovely, look at that face.”
She stood still, frozen with panic.
“hey!” Esteban came to her side, pushing the twi’lek behind him and saying nothing- he stared down the stranger with unease.
“Come on BelleBlair,” he mumbled, leading her with his arm and keeping his eyes planted on the man.
“Lets go.”
Then came Mullen with a frown on his face and his shirt in his hand.
“Hold up-” He said, he was an aggressive boy with a scowling face, a mole on his cheek and lively green eyes.
Mullen stepped towards the elder, looking up at him, poised.
“what do you want old man?” he demanded.
“Do you boys own that girl?” the man asked kindly, pointing at their young female friend.
Mullen wiped his nose and stood akimbo.
“She belongs to our mom.” he said. “what’s it to you?”
“I’d like to have her- I’ll buy her from you.”
“No!” Esteban shouted, water flew from his wet russet hair as he protested, drawing The little gray girl closer to his back.
“She’s not for sale!”
Before coming to live with the Anjules BelleBlair had spent months in the slave trade, the very possibility of returning to be used made the blood halt in her veins. She was frozen in fear, she was at the mercy of Mullen once again and felt impending doom threaten to stop her heart.
“shut up, Est.” Mullen said. “how much?
“No! Mullen you can’t!” his brother cried
“How much?” he repeated.
“2,000.” replied the outsider.
“Make it four and she’s yours.” Mullen Grinned with delight.
The buyer then took the young twi’lek by the arm and led her away from prying eyes.
“I’ll kill you!” She could hear Esteban shouting, his voice cracked and the boys fell to the floor, fighting furiously.
“I’ll kill you! How could you! Mom will hate you! I‘ll kill you!”
Kneeling to her height he cupped her chin in his hand-
And ran his thumb over her lower lip.
Even as she sat in the midst of adulthood, the gesture brought back the moment with such vividness she jerked aback when the act was repeated.
“BelleBlair?” A Twi’lek man of hard green questioned. His hand was still hanging in the air where he had reached to touch her mouth. He laughed politely until he could register that her expression would not receive it.
“I didn’t mean to-” he began, The evening was spoiled and he wasn’t quite sure what he had done to make it so.
BelleBlair quickly stood from her seat and began to gather her things hastily.
“I should go.” she said and her male attendant rose to meet her with worry.
“Are you alright?” He asked “What’s wrong? I-”
“I‘m sorry” she said as she slipped out the door.
The night air kissed her skin, sending chills down her back as she quickly ambled through upper Coruscant. She muttered an apology as her shoulder collided with a man passing her on the flight of stairs leading in to the building she fled.
Her pace slowed and she stopped, catching her breath and looking back, feeling lonely and confused by her own self- sabotage. It was too late now, she continued home reluctantly. Her little outburst and uncharacteristic way of coping with it left her self-conscious.
‘He’s going to tell all his friends I freaked out and ran away.’
She chuckled bitterly to herself. How silly it must seem. She stopped in her tracks and sat on the mostly deserted street in the dark. She didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to be anywhere in particular.
After gazing up at night sky and growing bored with its unchanging canopy she walked the streets.
It was not far when she heard the screaming.
She froze in her tracks and turned in its direction.
A woman was running in fear, she was crying and groaning, her clothes wet and dirty with grim and blood.
It was a twi’lek of aquamarine.
BelleBlair held her by the shoulders with concern, jumping back with a hand over her mouth as she realized with a start that the hysterical girl was disfigured.
Her skin was textured from burns and one of her Lekku was hanging crooked, her left eye appeared to be scalded shut and her lip was split open from trauma.
“Oh ….oh god- “ She felt ill, the dark Rutian spoke in swift twi’leki between sobs and pants
“I - I don’t know twi’leki-” BelleBlair struggled to convey.
“Please I don’t understand you…I only speak basic!”
The woman of gray tried to calm her blue counter part , but it was no use, she would not be consoled. She shook and pleaded, she would speak nothing but the foreign tongue and BelleBlair was at a loss.
She could see her mother’s face in the woman’s desperation and each word was like an arrow to her heart.
Suddenly the rutian was silenced.
She stared just past BelleBlair, entranced, her broken lip quivering and her mouth unable to form the words. Her eyes grew wide but her companion could see nothing where she was so acutely fixated.
“Bad…Eyes.” She stammered.
A Togruta was in their midst.
Just a few feet away bathed in light, she stood. A lone figure of deep ox blood red.
The rhythmic clicks of heels on the road echoed the streets as she approached, tossing a tale of grey and white over her shoulder as she came. The beaten twi’lek suddenly broke away with a small cry, disappearing down the road in the dark.
BelleBlair stayed frozen, the Togruta mere inches away.
Her eyes were glossy and dark with circles like crystal burst around the pupil- it was like nothing she’d ever seen before and she was lost in their fathomless depths.
The woman stopped, just barely passing her and giving her a small, slow smile before continuing along the fleeing twi’lek’s trail, her eerily hypnotic eyes on the gray woman’s until she was distanced enough to turn away.
“You Twi’leks have the most delicious smell about you.” She said.
Her voice was soft and angelic, it nearly brought tears to the twi’leks eyes.
“like blood and guts.”
Long after she departed, her presence remained, leaving BelleBlair haunted by the encounter, and rushing home as fast as her legs could carry her…
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She was a child again.
The dusty land was laid before her like the whole world was right there- like beyond her home was just infinite nothing. There was nothing to be missed…nothing to be longed for.
And if there was it didn’t matter because she was there.
“Belleb’lair!” called the red woman.
The girl of grey rose from play and ran to her mother, hugging her waist warmly. The Lethan laughed and bowed to her, burying her face against her neck.
When she drew back chills ran up and down her spine.
She her eyes were jet black with a smokey ring polluting and fogging the iris.
“You have the most delicious smell about you-”
It was the morning after and the twi’lek woke up before the sun did.
The image of the Togruta’s piercing gaze had been burned into her psyche and she could not find rest to evade it. She sat in the crinkled covers of her bed awhile, drawing her knees to her and hugging them for comfort, she found none. She shut her eyes tight and the mangled twi’lek would appear again.
Thirty minutes…
She had thirty minutes before she had to leave.
She had planned to meet a friend of her brother Mullen’s to discuss business at a local cantina. Normally she would dread the task but she rose quickly to meet it this time.
Too many things lingered where she lay.
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Lower Coruscant was bustling and BelleBlair found the meeting place with great ease. She grew tired of associating with the local scum of the underworld but they had somehow- without her knowing- wormed their way into her life and she was surrounded by them constantly.
When she walked through the door she noticed automatically Jochim was not in sight.
It was nearly empty save for a few of the usuals who had grown complacent with their seats and youngsters seeking refuge from lawful eyes.
Taking an empty stool at the bar she waited. Jochim wasn’t a man she was particularly fond of. He was a close friend of Mullen’s and so she had met him on several different occasions and had been forced to keep his company more then she would like to admit.
Now that Mullen had been missing awhile she’d grown desperate and sought his help to find him. She kept her eyes peeled for the brawny twi’lek but her thoughts lingered on the events of the night before.
She leaned against the counter dreamily lost.
((Gotta keep it Pg 13 up in here- oh hell to the well I'll trust you guys....again.))