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untitled character sketchShe loved dogs and cats and she tolerated children and she had one of each: dog, cat, child.
She loved them all, at one time, because they were hers. Now she tolerated them as they turned her into someone she swore she'd never become.
She had two gray hairs that she wore like badges of honor on her otherwise dark head. They were side by side and just under halfway from forehead to crown. When she parted her hair on the right they shone like magical silver threads in the sunlight.
She remembered when they grew; the first had appeared on the last day of staff training. Obviously it had started growing before that day, two months before by the look of it, but she knew the stress of the week had silvered the strand. The second she found after her child was born and she struggled to be a real person.
It rooted her and validated her life choices by its very presence.
Her husband thought she should pull them, or dye them, but she'd lost all forms of vanity in the first trimester when it was m
Star Wars: Starunner Sage 51Xaverri uprighted a chair and took a seat to keep herself out of the way as Den and the Twilek began to move the unconscious padawan to the basement. She thought about trying to catch up with Pek, but reconsidered as she saw Pek step deliberately towards Eko and merely watched as Pek ordered him out of the house. She made a motion to speak but quickly stopped herself. Things were getting more and more confusing, and she thought it best to just meld with the surroundings.
Den returned from the basement and things seemed to be calming down. Xav meant to make an attempt at a conversation when a lightsaber, followed by a disgusting groan, came from the basement. Her breath caught in her throat .shed heard that collection of sounds before. Instinct told her to run. Running was what she did best. Not anymore, she told herself, You didnt come all this way just to take off at the first sight of danger. So, she calmed herself and sat quietly as Den
GrandpaI want to go home, my grandpa said to me when I visited last Sunday.
It was supper time, and he was wearing a white terry cloth bib. It was tied with yellow string. I was glad the baby wasnt wearing one too; it was hard enough to ignore the similarities between my infant daughter and my grandpa without matching bibs.
I want to go home right now, he said as forcefully as he was able. Tears pooled in his eyes.
You cant go home right now, I tried to soothe him. Why dont you finish that meat?
Ill call my sister. Ill go live with my sister, he said petulantly. I watched his hands; his fingers were curled weakly around the handle of a spoon. His skin was greenish-yellow in the light.
Eat the rest of that meat, I coaxed. Eat it, so you can grow big muscles.
He pushed the spoon around with his curled fingers and drew another bite toward his mouth. The spoon hovered in midair for a
Star Wars: Starunner Saga 50Pekmae felt the saber more than she heard it, which didn't make sense to her. But she knew she was on high alert, tapping into the reserves of her energy reserves. She was nearly tapped out. She was hot on Den's trail and heard the droid talking and heard a whimper. Then she heard a door seal and click several times and pushed it out of her mind. She wished Eko was here, and that she hadn't sent him away; it was nice to have a cool head around the hot-headed Starunners. She felt her holsters and found them empty and remembered she'd gotten rid of the blasters. It was just as well, because she wasn't thinking clearly. She couldn't focus, she couldn't see clearly and swiped at her eyes. She was surprised to realize she was crying.
Meanwhile, Eko had not gone far. He had struggled with leaving, though it hadn't shown, and he'd pointed his feet for the port. If she wanted him gone, then he would leave. He was at the edge of the walk when he stopped. There were more people involved than jus
Star Wars: Starunner Saga 49The Jedi grinned at Pekmae's orders to hurry so they could return home. He was led by some techs to a changing room, and given some absorbing cloths to dry off the excess bacta. Meanwhile, other techs led Pek to her husbands changing room.
After Den was dry, he put his Jedi robes back on. His back to her, he said, "The good news is, the bacta helped heal my arm a bit more." He turned to face his wife. Judging from her facial expression, she was still very upset.
"I know. I know. You're probably thinking that this is getting ridiculous. And it is. But I can't give up on him. Maybe I should get some help from the Temple?"
He chose his last words carefully, because DenJie knew how she felt about Skywalker, and his involvement. Skywalker knew, too. Therefore, the help would more than likely not be him.
In almost the exact moment he said it, the door chimed. Someone
Grilled cheese economy.I can get a gold nugget for this, the man said as he pushed my stroller away and I stared after him, slack-jawed.
My husband was pumping gas and I was keeping him company, watching the dollar signs float away as the nozzle deposited fuel into the tank, when the man wandered up and opened the hatch and pulled out the stroller.
You're just going to take it? I couldn't believe how brazen he was, here in this public place and bright sunshine. He stopped to look at me, and my husband was looking at me, and I stepped over the hose to confront the man. His confidence touched me, I guess; I don't usually confront anyone. I'm standing right here, and you're just going to take it? I need that stroller.
He looked like he didn't believe me, but it was true. I did need that stroller.
I don't know why he chose us. We aren't rich. We drive a Kia, for goodness sakes. It's a new Kia, but that's only because we busted our salesman's balls until we got a deal we wanted
Galavanting"Hang on!" she cried and tighter cinched the straps across her waist and shoulders. It seemed this "easy" job she'd signed on for wasn't very easy at all. She'd found considerable resistance and, despite her long years of experience and notable skill, it was something bigger than herself. Her craft succumbed and she found herself limping toward a world she'd never heard of, let alone visited, out here just past the Outer Rim. Limping? She smirked as the alarms and bells sounded and the whole cabin filled with the red warning lights. Hurtling was a better descriptor. She pulled with all of her reserved strength on the craft's yoke, muscling it to do her will. She dropped down through the clouds and had a dew seconds to scan the terrain. Mountains... trees... grassland. Perfect. She groaned and even closed her eyes as she wrestled with her ship, and watched the ground rising to meet her. She held unrelenting until the jarring impact forced her cramped hands from the controls and she lost
Pillow talkHer face was warm in that sticky sort of way and she wanted to move, but she didn't want the cool of the unused pillow. She lifted her cheek, just a little, just to see what happened, and realized she was resting in a growing pool of her own saliva. Disgusted, she smeared her face across the pillow, leaving a trail of spittle behind. The pillow groaned and curled towards her and she recoiled and felt the stab of night table between her shoulder blades.
Shit! She over corrected her backwards motion and bumped noses with the pillow, who muttered a curse of his own and rubbed his face with long fingers that were bluish gray in the dark.
Sorry, she muttered, both to the pillow and the throb on her back.
S'okay, the pillow muttered back from under his hand. She watched the long fingers drop from the nose to the lap, grazing the dark wet on the chest along the way. You drooled on me, the pillow teased her.
You shouldn't be in my bed,
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