From the Inside
Summary: Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. 50 100-word drabbles.
Warning: Challenge. Report me if you must.
Set: Might contain spoilers for the Fate of the Jedi series. And for everything before.
Disclaimer: Standards apply. Theme set taken from a one-sentence-challenge on livejournal, which I am not a member of. I thought them very fitting and have taken the liberty to use them. And, since the last one-sentence-challenge I did was reported and deleted, I am settling with 100-word drabbles.
01 – Comfort
"I don't need your help, Solo."
"Suit yourself, Fel."
Arrogant bastard, she thought, anger boiling inside her hotly. Yes, they had history. Yes, he had every right to be like that. She just had thought… Had hoped, more correctly. Jaina watched his stiff back retreat down the corridor and cursed herself for having even tried. If you hadn't, you'd feel bad. Her inner voice sounded like Mom today. Forcing herself to ignore it, she stalked off into the opposite direction.
Somehow the knowledge he hadn't changed was strangely comforting. Nobody could change him. Not even she had been able to.