"Get away from me murderer." Shiarayn growled angrily, pushing Atton away from her as she strode past him, her temper flaring. She hadn't even been able to look at him since he had told her what he had done in his past at Nar Shaddaa. She was disgusted and anger. But mostly? Mostly, she was upset that he had lied to her and betrayed the trust she had so foolishly given him. What had she expected? That he had no secrets and would tell her every last one if he did just because she had let herself grow to care for him? Force, she was so incredibly stupid.
"Damn it Shiarayn, don't do that!" Atton finally growled, grabbing her and forcing her to look at him. Shiarayn narrowed her sea-green eyes and ripped herself out of his grasp. Red-heads were rumored to have one hell of a temper, and as the saying went 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Well the scoundrel was about to get one heaping load full of scorned woman.
"Don't you dare touch me, Jaq. I don't want to be near your kind. I wish you had been killed in the damn war. It's what you deserve. Murders and traitors are nothing but scum to me." She hissed, stalking away from him as far as she could on the small smuggling ship. The Ebon Hawk, although her new home, was not the biggest place in the galaxy. And since more and more people had decided to join this little suicide mission of hers, there was even less room. Whoopdee-freaking-doo.
Atton easily caught up to her and she couldn't help yet another growl of frustration. Although Shiarayn normally admired his persistence, right now that was not what she needed from him. Couldn't he just give up and walk away like how she wanted him to? Wait, no, he couldn't. She wanted him to do that, and it seemed like he specialized in getting on her nerves by doing the exact opposite of what she wanted.
"Shia, just talk to me for a second!" He demanded and the exile whipped around. She had every mind to Force push him all the way back to the cockpit, but when she saw him standing there, she just couldn't do it. Damn whatever affect it was that he had on her. Although he irked her to no end, she just couldn't resist that face he made whenever he wanted something.
"What Atton? What is that you want?" Shiarayn sighed, the Force that had previously been swirling around her dieing down to a controllable level. For a moment, there was silence. Then Atton looked up at her and for once, there was nothing guarding his true self. He was completely open, completely exposed to her, and the intensity of his real emotions made her shiver.
Before she realized what she was doing, her pale hand had drifted up to his face, gently cupping his cheek. His skin was surprisingly soft, and Shiarayn didn't want to even think about the emotions that had erupted in her at the simple contact. His eyes met hers and they conveyed every message that needed to be said through a simple look. I want to protect you. I want to keep you safe from all the danger in this universe. I want you to give me a chance to do those things.
Shiarayn pulled away from, unsure what to say. She had never expected that from him. But now that it was there, how could she ignore him? The plain and simple answer? She never could.
"Alright. I'll train you. This is your chance. I'm only doing this because I…" the words that had almost pulled away from her throat stopped dead, and she swallowed heavily to remove them. Because you mean more to me than you can ever know. "Because you're my friend and I trust you." She smiled softly, trying to hide her shaking. She turned away from him with one final thought.
If this could be your redemption, what could mine be?