The Sound of Silence
drip… drip… drip… Vyen’a’s eyes flicked along the outline of the ceiling, trailing her gaze across the durasteel plates welded together above her bed. She stretched, fingers reaching out to grasp empty air, and her ears strained to hear anything beyond the quiet drip of the faucet in the ‘fresher room. High in orbit above Dantooine, she had slept. For...
A life remembered
((I don’t have the energy to write a VyJournal, so have a dream instead.)) *** The hills slowly blur their way into focus; not the lush green of Alderaan or the autumnal touch of Voss, but a green that permeates the very air around them, adding a sickly hue to the somber tone that stretches before her. Two graves, side by side, freshly dug and slowly being filled. A group of people surrounding...
Another Morning After.
Vyen’a blinked awake, staring up at the quietly humming runner lights edging the corners of her ceiling, before turning her head to watch the man in her bed. Lekku curled against his back and around her arm, his shoulders rising and falling in the pattern of heavy, sated sleep. She gently untangled herself from the twi’lek and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and...
HOLO 245.2.2:// !!!ALERT!!! Visual Feed attached. Commence playback?: Y/N *The feed cuts into a very dark room, sliding in and out of focus until it clicks onto a face, half-covered in shadows. There is no music in the background, only the quiet hum of a ship in port. A bottle is brought up - not ale, something heavier and larger - and a long drink is pulled. The voice is flat.* I ruined...