Behind Blue Eyes by The Who
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
Tiler stood under an overhanging bit of a building,
she had know clue what one it was, but it was just a building. Out ahead of
her, rain was falling like it was being poured from buckets. It was hardly
surprising, considering this was Mon Calamari. But that didn't mean she
liked it. The black-haired girl shook out her hair, frowning and the
chin-length strands of straight hair. It was getting far too long for comfort,
but it was certainly not too long to be considered a hindrance.
Her shirt, a pleasant forest green originally, was now soaked through. It
almost appeared to be navy. It was of no concern to her, since that was the way
her clothes usually ended up, but people passing by her often cast her troubled
glances. Well, they really needed to get used to it. What else did you expect
of refuges? Especially those from planets that had hardly
been civilized past a 1000 person maximum population. The fact that Mon
Calamari was so full was a strange concept, but Tiler
didn't let that hinder her too much. She couldn't, if she wanted to make it
anywhere in the galaxy.
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
Even though it was raining out, Jacen Solo insisted on going for a walk. He was
too stuffed up in the new base, considering the transfer most of the Borleias patrol squadrons had gone through. His family had,
of course, been moved. So here he was, on a
over-populated planet, wondering what the kriff he
was doing out in the rain when he could be inside meditating.
Of course, then again, he was Jacen Solo, son of Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo, nephew of Luke
Skywalker. What else was he supposed to be but insane?
Well, that was all wonderful, however, he was 20
kilometers from base and still walking away from it. This was not the ideal way
to spend his free afternoon, not at all. Then again, neither was pining over
your sister's venture to the Unknown Regions. He understood perfectly well why
she wanted to go, but, Force...he wanted to spend some actual time with her. It
seemed like he only saw her in passing recently.
Quite oblivious to his surroundings by now, Jacen hardly noticed where he was
walking as he went down the street. That changed very slightly when he realized
he'd knocked into someone, sending them into the now-muddy street.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
She hardly knew what hit her. All she did know was that she was suddenly rather
muddy. Hey, just like home, she thought disgustedly. However, she didn't
voice that opinion. She braced her arms to push herself up, expecting the
person who'd knocked into her to already be long gone, only to hear a voice.
"Stang! Force, I'm so
sorry."
A hand was immediately offered to her, which Tiler
stared at for a moment, expression wary, but finally accepted. Not a second
later, she was on her feet, and the same hand was offering her a long brown
robe. It only took her a minute to recognize the robe as one of a Jedi. She
blinked in slight surprise, but none the less accepted it.
"It's alright," she finally answered him, studying his face for the
first time in their three minute-long encounter. The pulled the brown robe
around her a bit tighter, savoring the warmth the garment brought with it. Tiler glanced up once again, an eyebrow slightly raised.
"Who are you then?"
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
Relief at not being grouched at was released from Jacen in a silent sigh, but
he quickly stifled it. Best not to do that now. It
would be much better to get back to base. Realizing he had a question waiting
to be answered, he grinned slightly, then gestured
down the road to indicate they keep walking in attempt to get out of the rain.
"I'm Jacen, you?" he replied to her, noticing that what he could see
of her was soaked to the bone.
The girl was still watching where she was going, not looking up at him at all.
But she did answer.
"Tiler. Pleased to meet you."
Her voice was something that could mesmerize anyone, and almost did that to
him. The only thing that stopped him from making a compete
fool of himself by staring fixedly at her was to remind himself that they
needed to get back to the base. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to see if Tiler needed a place to stay. He somehow guessed, given her
state of wetness, that she didn't.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Tiler was amazed at her sudden turn of luck. She'd
not only met a person who wasn't too busy to talk to, but his family- amazingly
Han and Leia Solo!- had
found room on the Starfighter Command base for her to
stay. It was certainly an improvement from her roaming the city until she found
a place to stay, that was for sure.
Besides, she knew someone now. It was definitely a good thing. Now if she could
just get over her sithing 'previous life', it would be great. Tiler had been disinclined to trust Jacen Solo at first, as
any might do...but she had her reasons. Currently sitting on a couch in what
was the pilots' lounge, Tiler
let her face drop to her hands, a sigh escaping her unwittedly.
When she looked up again, she glanced out the window to the world outside. The
people still walked the streets and they were all fine. The sun hadn't imploded
and destroyed the entire solar system. She wasn't a curse. But she was still
the girl that was hated, jaded, and forbidden to return. She was just the girl
behind blue eyes.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes