Betrayal.
The numbing effect of the champagne she consumed had worn off in her sleep, and the emotions she had ignored that night bubbled to the surface and whined like a boiling tea kettle. The image of Senin slipping that lightsaber back into his sleeve and the words he spat as he left, dripping with malice, were the first thing to pop into her mind once she rose from the drowsiness of sleep.
It was like feeling anger, humiliation and grief all at once.
Malou laid in her bed, swallowed by plush blankets an silk sheets, and remained still as a corpse until the heat which flushed to her skin caused her to be uncomfortable under the warm weight of her bedding. In a sudden explosion of movement she tore the blankets off of her, then returned to stillness, lying there quietly in her nightgown while her brown eyes glared up at the unfocused ceiling above her.
'Why?' She did not understand why Senin had done what he had done. 'Should I be surprised?' This was a reality of the Sith Malou had been aware of, but it had not yet directly affected her until last night. 'Was I foolish to trust him?' He had been so interested in her. He had invited her to his home, they spent the day strolling through the Namadii mall, and he had even come with her to Aeten II. 'Should I have been suspicious of his interest from the beginning? Of his motives?' Slowly Malou rose to a seated position, then swung her legs over the edge of her bed until her toes grazed the carpet beneath her bed. 'How did I miss the signs?' Surely there were signs. Surely. Her teeth clenched together and her fists dug into her sheets, balling the silk up in between her fists.
Though she was furious, it was a hushed anger, and more than anything she was disappointed with herself.
'I can blame him all I want, but it was my own fault I didn't notice.'
What would've happened if he had attacked her? Both him and his master had brought a weapon, and she had not. Malou wasn't entirely sure if she would've been able to fend them off long enough to find one. It was only instinct--only luck--that she had pulled enough Force in and released it in time to defend against Xeno's hate-filled shock. Her mind was filled with so many what-ifs. It was unacceptable. It made her feel weak.
There was nothing Malou despised more than feeling weak.
It was two days after the night of the party when Malou was called to the castle's courtyard by her master. By now he knew her perspective from that night. Malou had told him how Xeno had crept behind him, the Force concealing his presence. He knew how Senin had drawn a saber from his sleeve and was only deterred by Andruil's booming voice. He might even infer the anger Malou felt with herself. He might feel the determination in her, fueled by quiet anger as she stood in the cold Serennian air. Her warm breath made clouds of vapor when she breathed, and beneath her silken blindfold, her brows were furrowed.
It had been a while since their last true training session. She was more than ready for another.
tag: @Braden Drake
The numbing effect of the champagne she consumed had worn off in her sleep, and the emotions she had ignored that night bubbled to the surface and whined like a boiling tea kettle. The image of Senin slipping that lightsaber back into his sleeve and the words he spat as he left, dripping with malice, were the first thing to pop into her mind once she rose from the drowsiness of sleep.
It was like feeling anger, humiliation and grief all at once.
Malou laid in her bed, swallowed by plush blankets an silk sheets, and remained still as a corpse until the heat which flushed to her skin caused her to be uncomfortable under the warm weight of her bedding. In a sudden explosion of movement she tore the blankets off of her, then returned to stillness, lying there quietly in her nightgown while her brown eyes glared up at the unfocused ceiling above her.
'Why?' She did not understand why Senin had done what he had done. 'Should I be surprised?' This was a reality of the Sith Malou had been aware of, but it had not yet directly affected her until last night. 'Was I foolish to trust him?' He had been so interested in her. He had invited her to his home, they spent the day strolling through the Namadii mall, and he had even come with her to Aeten II. 'Should I have been suspicious of his interest from the beginning? Of his motives?' Slowly Malou rose to a seated position, then swung her legs over the edge of her bed until her toes grazed the carpet beneath her bed. 'How did I miss the signs?' Surely there were signs. Surely. Her teeth clenched together and her fists dug into her sheets, balling the silk up in between her fists.
Though she was furious, it was a hushed anger, and more than anything she was disappointed with herself.
'I can blame him all I want, but it was my own fault I didn't notice.'
What would've happened if he had attacked her? Both him and his master had brought a weapon, and she had not. Malou wasn't entirely sure if she would've been able to fend them off long enough to find one. It was only instinct--only luck--that she had pulled enough Force in and released it in time to defend against Xeno's hate-filled shock. Her mind was filled with so many what-ifs. It was unacceptable. It made her feel weak.
There was nothing Malou despised more than feeling weak.
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It was two days after the night of the party when Malou was called to the castle's courtyard by her master. By now he knew her perspective from that night. Malou had told him how Xeno had crept behind him, the Force concealing his presence. He knew how Senin had drawn a saber from his sleeve and was only deterred by Andruil's booming voice. He might even infer the anger Malou felt with herself. He might feel the determination in her, fueled by quiet anger as she stood in the cold Serennian air. Her warm breath made clouds of vapor when she breathed, and beneath her silken blindfold, her brows were furrowed.
It had been a while since their last true training session. She was more than ready for another.
tag: @Braden Drake
