Sith's Awakening - a Starwars story

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘖

By now, her tears were finally dried. They left ghosts of themselves on the sensitive skin of her cheeks, still round with youth. Val'enona carved a hole in reality with her eyes, staring off into nothing yet everything at once. A hunger bellowed somewhere that wasn't her stomach, like her chest hadn't consumed enough blood to keep her leaking heart beating.

Wedged into a corner she stayed, hugging her thin legs to her body and watching as Jiaq rubbed circles onto her mother's back. His palm seemed to press further and further into her back the more Eli took in heaves of air. Val's lips were dried shut, a sign she hasn't said anything in too long.

"We need to talk, Eiellea." Jiaq said, both of his hands busy, unable to push the gray locks of hair that covered both his brown eyes and sun tattoo that spread over the center of his forehead. He looked troubled, but not enough to compare to Eli, sitting next to him and still sobbing dryly. "We need to. There's a lot to—" His breath hitched rhythmically when his posture straightened, gaze falling on Val'enona.

The young girl flinched, rising to her feet as if his stare forced her to, limber fingers grasping for the hallway frame. Her eyes apologized so she audibly didn't have to. Slinking into the unlit hallway, Val'enona sat herself somewhere out of sight of the two adults, get positioned perfectly so she could both hear and see their interaction.

"Hh, I know." Eli moaned woefully, dropping her shoulders further down until you could see the rivets of her spine through the thin fabric of a once saturated sundress. "I apologize, Ji. I don't know what I've become." Loudly, she swallowed the last of her dignity with a sigh, silting her body back upright. The twi'lek's face was sunk at the eyes, face rough and cold with wrinkles by her brows that told stories of past sorrows. The ones near the corners of her mouth stated raw drips of honey coated nostalgia turned sour with reality; that for a fact, once upon a time, Eli was a blissful individual.

Jiaq returned the sigh, his more detailed with over exuberant sympathy. "Doctor, it's not what you've become, it's what this world has. I cannot let it slip by much longer. It was cowardice."

"What was cowardice?" Eli stared intently at him, almost angry when she questioned him. She only let a fragment of silence create an interval in the conversation. "You need to tell me everything, Jiaq. Everything you know." She begged hurtfully through her gritted teeth, hissing almost.

The jedi licked over his chapped lips, letting go of the hand he held of her's. "I didn't want to give you more trouble than you already have," he hesitantly leaned out, forming a barrier between him and Eiellea.

"It can't get any worse."

He did it again, wetting his lips. "I found you because i'd been stalking Leia. It wasn't my intent, but I would've been more guilty minded if I hadn't dropped in.. and.. I thought you knew-"

Eli interrupted him once more. "Where is Luke, Jiaq?" Another spear of words that hacked at the atmosphere, and noticeably at Jiaq's face which twisted uncannily, "where is he??"

"-I thought you knew about him. You would've known so much more than I could've. Of course, that's what I assumed. It was also the reason why I was following Leia. There is more up in the air than I want there to be."

Her lip quivered, foreboding to tears that couldn't come. Eli covered her mouth to smother any whimper that could entail. "I- I wasn't even 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲." she allowed herself to say after a moment.

Val'enona began to hug herself again, tightening the embrace this time. She didn't want to listen anymore. She wanted to throw the world away and daydream over memories where the sun was a little brighter, and when her mother's laugh lines were on full display. When her father shared a secret way to make a pebble dance on cobblestone slabs.