Post by Emmi The Magical Milkshake on Nov 10, 2005 17:14:31 GMT -5
Title: Liquid Regrets
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence and heavy mush
Summary: Kyp and Jaina have a talk about their new life.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this plot bunny came from. I don't know if it's true to character, or if it's any good at all. It has not been betaed, and is very short. Please leave feedback, because this story is way out of my genre of comfort and it's a first attempt at anything non L/M.
Liquid Regrets
It was dreary, as days go. The sky was dark and ominous; clouds billowed in the distance like the swirling of a sinister black cloak. It was a deep and black dawn that Kyp Durron would remember for the rest of his life.
For a moment he imagined that the sky was tinged with the blood of his fallen comrades. It was a grotesque and fitting salute, for such brave souls. Pity they weren't here to see it.
"That isn't what they'd have wanted, and you know it."
With fluid movements that defined grace, the Trickster took her place at his side. Her skirts, rich fabrics in jagged, mismatched patterns, brushed against his leg. They were crimson and black. He laughed.
"It would never have worked," she murmured into his ear. "It wasn't in their nature, like it is for us."
He nodded. "I know. It would have destroyed their souls eventually, to see this. I just wish there had been another way."
"No regrets, my love," She grinned, raking her hand roughly through his hair and crushing his lips with hers. Then, a few minutes later, she released him and they both gasped for breath. "We have what we wanted, Kyp. There's no going back."
He smiled, sadly, and nodded. She was right, really. The enemy would not have been defeated any other way. They had saved millions of planets with the power they wielded. Wasn't that the very essence of the Jedi creed?"
"They tried, really they did," she said. "But it just wasn't enough. We did what we had to do." She hugged him tightly. "Don't feel bad. It's over now."
He found himself nodding in agreement as she drew away. "So you did it then?"
"Yes. There wasn't much of a fight. They were ready."
He imagined it, and tears burned in his eyes. What a stupid question. Of course she'd done it. He felt the disturbance even now, still echoing.
"It's so wasteful," he groaned. "They were good people, Jaina. They had the potential. And two of them were his children."
She exhaled and withdrew from him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not anymore. They fought it for so long that it eventually just left. I'm going to miss them so much."
"The war effort would have been made stronger if we'd done it as a family. You're sure none of them could have been saved? Not even your mother?"
"And break my uncle's heart? She wouldn't dare. He was her lifeline, after the accident."
Kyp remembered that day. Han was still sorely missed. But they were all together now, and happy. There would be eternal rest and joy for the Skywalkers. Kyp smiled.
"So, what now?"
Jaina grinned. "I'm used to being part of a big family."
"That you are." He raised an eyebrow. "What's in your head, Solo?"
"More than whatever's in yours, smart-ass. I want a baby. Maybe two."
He chuckled, and it was a happy sound, and he liked it. But then he remembered.
"What about...?" Kyp nodded towards the entrance to the stone building. As if on cue, a loud cry rose up from their bedroom.
"Oh," she shrugged. "Don't worry about him. He'll be all right in a week or two."
"Are you sure you want a baby now, when we have him to raise?"
Her laughter was like bells chiming. "Have you lost your mind, Durron? That's an apprentice, not a child." She kissed him. "I want a little girl to spoil."
"I'll bet you do." Kyp rolled his eyes and reached for her, drawing her tightly against his chest. She mumbled something incoherent just before their lips met, and Kyp felt her smile through the kiss as his hands roamed from thigh to fingertips.
His hands came away wet.
At his strange look, she looked at him blankly and shrugged, "Mara strugged harder than the others. I was going to wash my hands, but I had to see you first."
Kyp just stared at her for a moment, blinking as Ben Skywalker's hiccuping cries suddenly drowned out the steady roar of the oncoming storm. Jaina looked towards the entrance, and smiled. It was the first time he noticed the slightly crooked tilt of her lips.
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence and heavy mush
Summary: Kyp and Jaina have a talk about their new life.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this plot bunny came from. I don't know if it's true to character, or if it's any good at all. It has not been betaed, and is very short. Please leave feedback, because this story is way out of my genre of comfort and it's a first attempt at anything non L/M.
Liquid Regrets
It was dreary, as days go. The sky was dark and ominous; clouds billowed in the distance like the swirling of a sinister black cloak. It was a deep and black dawn that Kyp Durron would remember for the rest of his life.
For a moment he imagined that the sky was tinged with the blood of his fallen comrades. It was a grotesque and fitting salute, for such brave souls. Pity they weren't here to see it.
"That isn't what they'd have wanted, and you know it."
With fluid movements that defined grace, the Trickster took her place at his side. Her skirts, rich fabrics in jagged, mismatched patterns, brushed against his leg. They were crimson and black. He laughed.
"It would never have worked," she murmured into his ear. "It wasn't in their nature, like it is for us."
He nodded. "I know. It would have destroyed their souls eventually, to see this. I just wish there had been another way."
"No regrets, my love," She grinned, raking her hand roughly through his hair and crushing his lips with hers. Then, a few minutes later, she released him and they both gasped for breath. "We have what we wanted, Kyp. There's no going back."
He smiled, sadly, and nodded. She was right, really. The enemy would not have been defeated any other way. They had saved millions of planets with the power they wielded. Wasn't that the very essence of the Jedi creed?"
"They tried, really they did," she said. "But it just wasn't enough. We did what we had to do." She hugged him tightly. "Don't feel bad. It's over now."
He found himself nodding in agreement as she drew away. "So you did it then?"
"Yes. There wasn't much of a fight. They were ready."
He imagined it, and tears burned in his eyes. What a stupid question. Of course she'd done it. He felt the disturbance even now, still echoing.
"It's so wasteful," he groaned. "They were good people, Jaina. They had the potential. And two of them were his children."
She exhaled and withdrew from him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not anymore. They fought it for so long that it eventually just left. I'm going to miss them so much."
"The war effort would have been made stronger if we'd done it as a family. You're sure none of them could have been saved? Not even your mother?"
"And break my uncle's heart? She wouldn't dare. He was her lifeline, after the accident."
Kyp remembered that day. Han was still sorely missed. But they were all together now, and happy. There would be eternal rest and joy for the Skywalkers. Kyp smiled.
"So, what now?"
Jaina grinned. "I'm used to being part of a big family."
"That you are." He raised an eyebrow. "What's in your head, Solo?"
"More than whatever's in yours, smart-ass. I want a baby. Maybe two."
He chuckled, and it was a happy sound, and he liked it. But then he remembered.
"What about...?" Kyp nodded towards the entrance to the stone building. As if on cue, a loud cry rose up from their bedroom.
"Oh," she shrugged. "Don't worry about him. He'll be all right in a week or two."
"Are you sure you want a baby now, when we have him to raise?"
Her laughter was like bells chiming. "Have you lost your mind, Durron? That's an apprentice, not a child." She kissed him. "I want a little girl to spoil."
"I'll bet you do." Kyp rolled his eyes and reached for her, drawing her tightly against his chest. She mumbled something incoherent just before their lips met, and Kyp felt her smile through the kiss as his hands roamed from thigh to fingertips.
His hands came away wet.
At his strange look, she looked at him blankly and shrugged, "Mara strugged harder than the others. I was going to wash my hands, but I had to see you first."
Kyp just stared at her for a moment, blinking as Ben Skywalker's hiccuping cries suddenly drowned out the steady roar of the oncoming storm. Jaina looked towards the entrance, and smiled. It was the first time he noticed the slightly crooked tilt of her lips.
