SWTOR prompt fill: "You Never Loved Me"

[ladykf]

There was a running theme between askshivanulegacy and I regarding Saare and Blakk, and that was that even though they'd come to love each other, they both had a hell of a time saying it. Saare, in particular, struggled with it, after so many years with the Sith. So this prompt was perfect. [Tumblr post here]

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Saare didn’t flinch at the accusing words, even when she pressed her lips tight and stared him back. There was pain in his eyes, so much pain, was it so much to say those words?

— a little boy, cradled in her lap as she poured her own energy into healing his wounds —

Love?

— eight years searching desperately for any hint of the youth who’d reminded her what it was like to feel, to hope, to care —

It was something he needed to hear,

— charging into battles that weren’t hers to fight, all to save a young man who pushed her away, who spat at her and told her time and again he didn’t want her —

it was obvious it was important to him, those words,

— standing vigil over a broken body on Balmorra, sleep discarded and energy spent until she was raw inside —

to hear that she loved him,

— a kiss stolen in the rain —

that feeling,

— fighting her way back from the cold grip of death itself, recovering only to be abandoned “for her own good” —

she’d avoided putting it into words for so very long,

— lying her way into an Imperial flagship, fighting through wave after wave of soldiers to bring him back, only to be abandoned again —

all she had to do was say it,

— months spent tracking him again across the galaxy, refusing to let him run, to let his fear tear them apart, not after fighting everything else to be by his side —

Saare tipped her chin up, shoving her own pain aside with bitter practice. “I am Sith. What do I know of love?”