𝐋𝐎'𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

010 (2)

I'm Good At Letting You Go (II) by foilagexile on tumblr

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summary: the end and the beginning of your relationship with lo'ak

Loose cuffs trapped your wrists. You'd wriggle out of them once the guards turned their backs. And the ship would be easy enough to crawl through undetected. The head injury resulted in nothing but a mild throbbing in your skull. It was the inconvenience of having to escape that irked you, that made your fingers itch to get a hold of the gun pressed to your head so you could inconvenience your captors right back.

Revenge was not something you thirsted over often, but you became a lot less forgiving after you left the Metkayina clan a year ago.

(after you left Lo'ak)

The wreckage of your simple plan was not entirely your fault, though. There was another presence on the ship, something more violent than you, that caused an unaccounted-for influx of guards and updated security system that resulted in your capture.

The cells were on the bottom of the ship, and you sighed to yourself as you saw how much extra work it would take to climb back up undetected.

"Pretty hair," one of the guards sneered, wrapping their fists in your strands and yanking. "I wonder how much it'd sell for." Your steps faltered, neck jerked back, and you gave one last struggle to get away from them, but their grip on your arms was too tight, and you knew it was futile, so you let them drag you along, scalp aching.

Keeping a mental note of how many left and right turns you took, you were led down a winding hallway, stopped in front of a heavy door.

Shoved inside, you had a strong sense of déjà vu when you met eyes with the other prisoner in the cell.

Your steps faltered, something the soldiers behind you mistook for resistance. They shoved you forward, fastening your wrists to the bar next to Lo'ak.

"Hey, wait," Lo'ak called after them when they turned to leave. "I'll take a bullet to the brain, please."

Heaving in a stuttering breath, you looked at the floor as the guards urged Lo'ak to be careful what he wished for. Then, the door opened and sealed shut, and the two of you were alone for the first time in months.

Silence spread between you, stifling you. Lo'ak was never one to keep his thoughts to himself, and you waited for his tongue-lashing, but it never came.

"It wasn't easy." You still weren't looking at him, instead choosing to burn a hole in the wall. You had risked a few glances, though, comforted by the fact that he wasn't looking at you, either. You did not want to be the victim of the hatred in his eyes. "Leaving, I mean. It wasn't—" you cut yourself off with a sigh, frustrated at your lack of words.

How many times had you dreamed about being reunited with him? Granted, under more favorable circumstances, but you'd spent so long without him, thinking of him, wishing things were different. Wishing you could talk to him just one more time and explain yourself.

And now he was here, next to you, chained down so he literally had to listen to you, and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"Seemed easy enough."

The two of you exchanged a long glance.

You should've known that when you saw him again, it would not be full of warm embraces. It would be harsh words and cold shoulders.

"Leaving, I mean." He mocked you with a shake of his head. Talking down to you, like he used to when you first met.

You were being honest.