Jun 03, 2020 6:31 PM
romeo&juliet except with two jedis & the clone wars (so really nothing like r&j)
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He's completely out of his depth and his hands won't stop shaking. He's terrified and excited and he feels like he's been waiting for this day his whole life. Well, at least since the first moment he saw her. The moment he fell in love with her glare and her form and the way she wields her wit and her lightsaber. Alarra knows she feels the same way. They could both feel it. The connection between them, emotions and in the Force, was as strong as anything. Stronger than his bond with even Duncan, his old Master.

They haven't seen each other for months. He was a coward and ran away, couldn't handle his feels - their feelings - and threw himself into the war effort. It was hard going, the war was going so strong and they'd lost so many. But it had given him a sort of clarity. Being at death's door, being on the battlefield, was where he just knew they couldn't push away their feelings anymore. He loved being a Jedi. It was the greatest honor anyone had ever given him. To be a part of something greater... but Zuri... she was everything. And he can't ignore that anymore.

He loves her. Loves her with his whole heart. His entire being. And now. He will tell her.

He arrives on Coruscant quietly. He's days early for his check-in with the Council, is supposed to be having downtime before arriving on the planet. Which is a perfect cover, really.

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Near the landing pad, like she knew exactly what time and day he was arriving, Zuri stands. She's holding a bundle in her arms, and she looks worn, like she hadn't been sleeping. 

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He can feel her anxiety and exhaustion through their bond, which sets him on edge immediately. He holds himself back from rushing to her, pulling her close. He missed her so much. His heart aches with how much.

"Miss me that much, Zuri?"

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Zuri doesn't laugh, or tease him back, or even roll her eyes. 

She looks up, and it's clear she's been crying. The usually vibrant yellow of her skin has paled. 

She can't hold eye contact with him for very long, and looks down, radiating shame. 

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...he moves forward, quicker than before. Something is wrong.

"What's happened? Are you okay?"

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She laughs then, but it's a painful, mocking sound. She wants to lean into him, for him to hold her, but she can't- She doesn't deserve that. 

As Alarra gets closer, feelings of grief, of anger, of self-hatred get stronger from her, until it feels painful. 

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He flinches. He can't help it.

"Tell me. Zuri, please."

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Zuri shifts the bundle, and a small, black-haired head flops onto her shoulder. A child, sleeping. 

"We...we were assigned to Kiffa. To help get the refugees out. There was...something there." Zuri's voice is scratchy and breathless. "Something dark, attacking the village we were staying in." 

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He stares at the small child. A girl, he thinks.

"We?"

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The name gets caught in Zuri's throat. She can't say it. Force, she can barely say anything. She wants to scream, cry- 

She pulls a lightsaber from her belt by way of answering, and hands it to Alarra. "There was a Sith, trying to take the children. He fought it, told me to take the girl and run. I did. I felt it when- when he-" 

Shame, painful, burning shame. "I'm sorry," she manages to say, directing the words to Alarra's feet. 

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- he can't be dead. Alarra would have felt it.

"I - "

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"I'm sorry," Zuri says again, the words feeling like knives in her throat. 

She can't stay here, and look at him, look at Alarra, the man who considered his Master like a father, and pine for comfort. 

She leaves, trying to keep her sobs quiet so she doesn't wake the child. 

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There's a hole in his heart and he didn't even know it was there.

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There's a black echo in Zuri.

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"Who? Who did this, Zuri?"

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She turns back. She wants to say she did. It feels like she did. 

"I don't know. I-" She looks away. "When I went back, it wasn't there. Just- Just him. He-" 

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"I need to see the Council. Need to find whoever did this. We can't let this stand."

Their shared grief and exhaustion pushes at him from all angles. But he can't - he needs to focus. Anger wells up instead.

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"Let it stand? Alarra, whatever it was, it's gone!" 

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"Duncan's dead, Zuri. The person that did this is out there! They could kill again. We need to find them. Bring them to justice."

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"I know he's dead, Alarra, I fucking left him to die!" Zuri shouts, and the child lets out a whine of protest. 

She tries to quiet her, stroking her head. 

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"And I wasn't there. I left you both. You could have died too. I'm going to find this Sith and I'm going to -" he cuts himself off.

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He's...blaming himself for what happened? The idea of him being there, when- 

The idea of losing him strikes like a knife through her heart, and she winces against it. "If you were there, I would've lost the two people I care about most in this whole galaxy. I know that if Duncan ever told you to run, you wouldn't." The words won't stop coming, even as they make her ache. "And if I had to choose between losing him or losing you, I'm sorry, but the answer is far too easy."

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"Zuri... I - I feel as though my heart is being ripped out of my chest. Please don't."

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She can feel it, just as keenly as he can. It's unbearable. 

"I'm glad you weren't there. I'm glad that you lived and he didn't, and I feel sick from it. But I'm not going to go chasing a ghost for vengeance. I can't." 

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"I would rather do this with you. But I will go at this alone. I need to."

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Zuri lifts the child up further in her arms, holding her close. She snuffles into Zuri's shoulder. 

"Then I hope it brings you peace, Alarra. You're a good man, and I-" She cuts herself off. What was the point of saying it now? None. None at all. "...I hope I see you again." 

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