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Stay - during KotOR 2 LSM Exile and Visas.
Mazi sighed as he entered the crew quarters of the Ebon Hawk. It was empty in here now. So quiet and cold.
He wasn't sure how to feel about Kreia's absence. They'd been at odds about everything from the very beginning. She'd expressed displeasure at all of his choices; from his admission of new followers, to pretty much every decision he'd made on their journey.
But she'd been infinitely disciplined. The very portrait of control. And he'd respected and admired her for it.
She's been cruel at times, and very hard to understand. But she was all he knew.
Falleen were very long lived, and he'd been around long enough to value her wisdom. He felt betrayed, yes. And hurt. Kreia cared for him. He knew she did, regardless of the fact that he couldn't actually feel her anymore. But that just made this all the more confusing.
He heard a soft tread behind him, and knew without looking who it was.
Visas.
It made sense that she'd be the first to come to him after he'd returned from the rebuilt enclave on Dantooine. And not simply because Brianna appeared to have left with her sisters.
As much as all the others on the ship might care for him, Visas was different. Brianna and Mira with their constant bickering... even Atton and Bao. It was unfortunate, the fact that the pheromones his species gave off didn't discriminate between sexes. It was hard to tell how much of their admiration was genuine, and how much could merely be chalked up to attraction.
Visas was always so quiet. Reserved. And breath-takingly beautiful. Some of what he felt for her was protectiveness, compassion for the fate of her people. He wanted to save her.
Now he just took comfort in her presence.
But something was wrong. He could feel her unrest, her pain and fear. And it was all on his behalf.
"Visas, you are troubled. Why?"
Her shoulders slumped under the black fabric of her dress. She was silent for so long that Mazi started to think that perhaps she wouldn't answer him.
Finally, she spoke. "My Master awaits you on Telos." Her voice wrapped around him like a blanket. It soothed him, despite her obvious distress.
"I know. That is also where Atris has taken Kreia. Everything will be decided there."
"But... if you face him, he will wound you as he has wounded me," she said softly.
"I have to face him. There's no other choice."
"I am afraid," she whispered.
He walked to where she stood, just inside the doorway. Reaching out, he lightly grasped her left hand.
"Please," she said, "stay here with me."
"I will. For as long as I can."
Her fingers tightened inside his. "From the moment I first felt you across the galaxy, I have longed for you. I feel it, the echo, it speaks of another who is wounded. Like me." As she spoke, her right hand reached up to his face. "I love you more than my own life. And I want you to be here, with me, for as long as you will let me love you. Stay."
She softly ran her fingertips across his face, feeling the small scales of his skin. She swept them upward, tracing the prominent ridges across his forehead, then down, over the bridge of his nose, and let them come to rest against his lips.
"You are so beautiful," she said breathlessly.
He felt his chest tighten at her words. He wanted that, too. He wanted to be here, with her, for whatever time they had.
He touched her cheek with the back of his clawed hand.
They would face her former Master together. And maybe, when all this was over, there would be more time. Time for them.
~end~
This is kind of a departure from my usual fandom, so it took me a really long time to come up with an idea. It ended up rather short, but I do hope you like it, and that I stayed close to your character. I decided to go with my favorite part of the game as a male Exile. And a bit of fluff seemed like a good way to go.
Anyhoo... KFM, huh? I don't post much stuff there anymore. For one thing, it's easier to post stuff here as it's instant and doesn't have to go through a reviewing committee. That's why, when I tried to put up my First Blood entry there... it got kicked back. "Too violent for main page display" or some such. Yeah, okay, I can see where they get that, but I still say PSHAW!
Thanks so much for your kind words, and the
Yeah, KFM is a rather harsh lot. But you can find the best KOTOR fan fic around there. And it's how I found ~GrecianUrn.
I agree that it's easier to post here and on fanfic.net, but I always feel like I'm doing something classy if I can post it there. And yeah, K-rated only, I swear. I almost thought they'd kick-back my Stockholm Syndrome back, but they didn't, thank goodness. Because of that, I have a mere 5 stories up over there (out of 20!). [link] At the end of the day, I guess I just feel like the more exposure my stuff gets, the better.
And the worst time I ever had on KFM was back when I was submitting my Finding Hawk. Some jerk decided to insult every last thing he could about the story. Luckily for me, though, they were all pure-and-simple insults, pure spam, pure nastiness, so I could report him. So I collected up his insults, composed a nice, intelligent email to the mods, and shipped it off with the proof of that user's bad behavior. Few days later, I get an email from the jerk himself saying that he was banned and that I ought to kill myself because I got him banned. I deleted the email and laughed because anybody who'd say that is an idiot already.
They only like fluff from me there, though, so that is all I will ever give them.