Star Wars - violet mercury - Through the Eyes of Despair

Delaney Scott had eyes as blue and cold as the planet of Hoth, her words burned like the hell-fires of Mustafar, yet, she had features as beautiful as Naboo.

Through the Eyes of Despair

"I have no need for a protective detail. I am a strong independent woman who can take care of herself." Delaney snarled, her eyes boring holes into Ben's soul.

"Princess, please, you can't possibly imagine the danger you are in." Ben pleaded.

"No! I don't want to hear another lecture about the 'current threat'. I can point and shoot, I don't need  _Jedi_ to protect me!" Delaney spat, her words fueled by the fire that raged in her soul.

"Dooku could be here right now, for all we know. He isn't one to easily forget when a  _princess_ singlehandedly blows up the  _entire planet."_ Anakin interjected.

"Don't you have a droid to fix or something? As for you-" she sneered, changing her infuriated gaze from Anakin's to Ben's.

"You can stuff you dangerous situation up your a-" she was cut off when her comm sprang to life from behind.

Delaney let out a string of unworldly curses, spinning on her heal, golden-brown curls flying as she did such.

"What?" she barked, accepting the transmission.

"I have a message for Generals Skywalker and Kenobi." came the voice from a black-haired, green-eyed, man that was most likely a Jedi as well.

"Make it quick, I wasn't finished," she growled, teeth clenched and jaw set as she turned to the two of them.

"General Olin, is everything alright?" Kenobi began.

Delaney's uncanny rage simmered down a tad as she saw Anakin's blue eyes widen when he saw the figure of the transmission. He observed as his weight shifted from foot to foot. A smirk graced her lips as she felt the embarrassment rolling off him in waves. She snickered to herself as his face seemed to blush, voice rasing higher, posture slouching.