Themed Drabbles Set 13

Kiss

Jysella looks at Ben as he hunkers down, and watches the path behind them from their hiding spot in the bushes. She allows her eyes to travel his bare back, noting the scars from the neurowhip. His pose reminds her of a sandpanther. Dangerous. A predator.

He glances over his shoulder at her, a dark light glittering in his eyes. He smiles and quickly kisses her. “I’ll be right back.”

She nods as he slips from their hiding place, heading into the forest. A few moments later Jysella can hear screams and the sounds of bones being broken.

She grins.

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Hug

The rustle of leaves and Jysella sets herself into an attack stance. Ben slides through them, his grin shining on his face as he rubs the blood on his hands against some leaves. He drops a pack at her feet, and Jysella laughs as she pulls out some rations and a blaster.

She drops the things, and wraps her arms around him, holding on to him. A desperate hug. An attempt to stay sane.

“Why are they doing this? Why did they slaughter the Jedi? Who are they?”

Anger flashes in Ben’s eyes for a second. “Jacen’s troops. Jacen’s orders.”

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Smile

She sits near the fire, her legs folded up near her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she slightly rocks on the uneven ground. She glances across the fire towards Ben.

She speaks her fears before she realizes she was going to. “I thought you were Jacen’s apprentice.”

She watches his head bow. “Yes.”

“Did you know?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not until it was too late. Then I came here as fast as I could.”

“Why?”

He looks up. “To rescue you.”

“Why?”

He hesitates, glancing out to the darkness. “Because I love you.”

And she smiles.

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Frown

“Now, don’t you two look cute.”

Jysella frowns at the voice interrupting her sleep. She can feel Ben’s arms wrapped around her, protecting her. But something about the voice, the tone, alarms her, is dragging her from her sleep.

She opens her eyes, as Ben starts untangling himself from her. And her frown intensifies. Before them is Jacen, wearing the black armor of the Guard, his cape flickering in the breeze.

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting cuts through the early morning air. It throbs in the silence, a red glow surrounding them. He steps forward.

“You’ve disobeyed me, Ben.”

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Laugh

Jacen’s laugh is dark and cruel as Ben clings to the stump of his hand. Jysella wraps herself around him, interposing herself between him and Jacen. Her eyes flash with fire.

“Get out of here, Sith.”

Jacen laughs again. He raises his hand, and Jysella is lifted, pain shoots through her neck, a building pressure keeps her from breathing.

She kicks her feet as the edges of her vision go dark.

She sees Ben struggling to stand, feels his mental caress. As the world fades to blackness, she hears the bark of Jacen’s laughter, followed by sound of Force Lightning.