Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
It was pouring rain, and she felt stupid. It had been a few more months since the shooting incident. She carried on her affairs, the whatever thing she had going with Constantine Drast. There were no attachments there, but it felt comfortable and provided with it luxuries she couldn’t attain otherwise. Then she had her visits with the Emperor, and she knew that was spiraling into places she couldn’t explain. Tasha kept herself distant from everything, and it was getting more and more difficult every day.
Why was she here then? She was completely soaked, so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice the way the rain undid her hair and made it mat to her body. She didn’t care about her expensive dress completely soaked and potentially ruined. She didn’t care that her makeup wouldn’t look the best. She had simply arrived in a speeder and had started walking. She didn’t have a purpose or an idea, just a location and nothing more.
The rain felt nice on a hot summer day, and it distracted her from her thoughts of how ridiculous this was. Tasha felt like an idiot, and she had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t feel like the confident CEO she was, or even the powerful Sith that helped win back planets for the Empire. She had faced countless enemies in battle, and yet she had never felt more vulnerable before.
Her steps took her towards a specific apartment. Tasha knew where it was, and that was all that mattered. She walked with purposely steps, ignoring the curious glances people gave her way. Tasha kept going till she came across a door. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, exhaling just as slow. Tasha knocked on the door. She would wait till the door opened to reveal those familiar eyes again.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” She would say flatly.