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Displeasure rolled off of her in waves, and the servants knew when to approach her and when to leave her alone. The blank look on her face and the quiet, simmering malice glinting in her ruby eyes... yes, the servants decided. The latter choice was fitting for Hrist's mood for today.
This was not how the Marauder planned to take her student to Naboo to meet the human who raised her. She had not expected nor intended to physically hurt Xeno that night during the Sith ball, and while it was obviously nor knowingly his intention to make her remember that unpleasant past she thought she had moved on from his actions prompted the memories all the same. The Acolyte was blameless in all regards, and yet she had managed to single-handedly earn his disappointment and a certain bitterness she could not put a name on.
Had Hrist known what heartbreak meant, she would have used the word to describe Xeno's feelings. But she did not – emotions weren't really things she held specialty towards. Despite the years she spent with her Father, expressing nor witnessing emotions other than the ones she had been taught were something she still struggled with on a daily basis.
Wordlessly, she set the teacup down and gazed at the lake before her. Her Father's estate was nestled by the mountainside beside a large, glimmering lake. Being at home and surrounded by the quiet and elegant beauty of nature usually put the Marauder at ease and peace, but the memories of the past and how she inadvertently hurt her dear student in that moment where he was ready to show a certain vulnerability about him haunted every waking moment since that ball-turned-massacre. The event left a bitter taste in her mouth for reasons she could not fully comprehend.
And she still had no idea what Xeno was trying to confess to her that night.
Clad in one of her favorite dresses her Father had purchased for her, Hrist waited for her student to come to the veranda overseeing the lake. She'd let her servants show Xeno to one of the guests rooms, uncaring of their fear towards the Zabrak. Having faith that the Acolyte had heeded her command not to hurt the servants, the Marauder had left him to his devices, his room already equipped with everything he might need – clothes, books, anything else he might require during their stay in her Father's estate.
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This was not how the Marauder planned to take her student to Naboo to meet the human who raised her. She had not expected nor intended to physically hurt Xeno that night during the Sith ball, and while it was obviously nor knowingly his intention to make her remember that unpleasant past she thought she had moved on from his actions prompted the memories all the same. The Acolyte was blameless in all regards, and yet she had managed to single-handedly earn his disappointment and a certain bitterness she could not put a name on.
Had Hrist known what heartbreak meant, she would have used the word to describe Xeno's feelings. But she did not – emotions weren't really things she held specialty towards. Despite the years she spent with her Father, expressing nor witnessing emotions other than the ones she had been taught were something she still struggled with on a daily basis.
Wordlessly, she set the teacup down and gazed at the lake before her. Her Father's estate was nestled by the mountainside beside a large, glimmering lake. Being at home and surrounded by the quiet and elegant beauty of nature usually put the Marauder at ease and peace, but the memories of the past and how she inadvertently hurt her dear student in that moment where he was ready to show a certain vulnerability about him haunted every waking moment since that ball-turned-massacre. The event left a bitter taste in her mouth for reasons she could not fully comprehend.
And she still had no idea what Xeno was trying to confess to her that night.
Clad in one of her favorite dresses her Father had purchased for her, Hrist waited for her student to come to the veranda overseeing the lake. She'd let her servants show Xeno to one of the guests rooms, uncaring of their fear towards the Zabrak. Having faith that the Acolyte had heeded her command not to hurt the servants, the Marauder had left him to his devices, his room already equipped with everything he might need – clothes, books, anything else he might require during their stay in her Father's estate.
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