OOM: Room 78
[ After this.]
Zekk kicks the frame of his bed hard before throwing himself down on top of it, sighing angrily. His fist bangs on the nearby bedside table and he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of the pain. That is a hells of a lot easier to concentrate on than any stupid feelings. Hells of a lot.
But it didn’t change the matter that he is still angry. Angry and hurt and upset and all that self-loathing and self-pity that he thought was gone is boiling up inside of him. What was he thinking, getting involved with the sandflea like that? He doesn’t deserve someone like her. Probably deserves her about as much as he deserves Solo.
Oh. Wait. That would be Fel now, wouldn’t it?
Another surge of anger and Zekk hits the table again, then props himself up against the pillows so he’s not staring at the ceiling. Or smelling the lingering scents of whatever soaps and oils Tahiri uses on herself; the molecules still caught in the fabric from the night before. Kriffing girls. Vapin’ stanging girls and their vapin’ stanging emotions.
He still couldn’t even figure out what he had said wrong! Hells, he had even gone as far as to admit he loved her - albeit all jumbled up and muttered. Cause, whether Zekk likes it or not right now, over the past months that they had been together, he was starting to fall for her. And all she did was blow him off. Blasted bratty sandflea! It hurt, almost as much as watching Jaina marry Jag would have hurt seven months ago.
Zekk’s eyes drift close again and he allows himself to sink back down on the pillows, ready to fall asleep and forget this whole thing ever happened. Would’ve been easier to go back to Ossus. But that would’ve meant someone would want an explanation on why he was so upset.
Blasted sandflea.
Zekk kicks the frame of his bed hard before throwing himself down on top of it, sighing angrily. His fist bangs on the nearby bedside table and he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of the pain. That is a hells of a lot easier to concentrate on than any stupid feelings. Hells of a lot.
But it didn’t change the matter that he is still angry. Angry and hurt and upset and all that self-loathing and self-pity that he thought was gone is boiling up inside of him. What was he thinking, getting involved with the sandflea like that? He doesn’t deserve someone like her. Probably deserves her about as much as he deserves Solo.
Oh. Wait. That would be Fel now, wouldn’t it?
Another surge of anger and Zekk hits the table again, then props himself up against the pillows so he’s not staring at the ceiling. Or smelling the lingering scents of whatever soaps and oils Tahiri uses on herself; the molecules still caught in the fabric from the night before. Kriffing girls. Vapin’ stanging girls and their vapin’ stanging emotions.
He still couldn’t even figure out what he had said wrong! Hells, he had even gone as far as to admit he loved her - albeit all jumbled up and muttered. Cause, whether Zekk likes it or not right now, over the past months that they had been together, he was starting to fall for her. And all she did was blow him off. Blasted bratty sandflea! It hurt, almost as much as watching Jaina marry Jag would have hurt seven months ago.
Zekk’s eyes drift close again and he allows himself to sink back down on the pillows, ready to fall asleep and forget this whole thing ever happened. Would’ve been easier to go back to Ossus. But that would’ve meant someone would want an explanation on why he was so upset.
Blasted sandflea.