⟪ she shuts the window, though, unwilling to risk the candles' flames by too much. ⟫
Asshai, the city I hail from, is cast in near permanent shadow. The sun is rarely seen, only around noon if at all on those scarce days. As long as there is some light, it is not so bad, for me.
⟪ before she seats herself, though, she steps on over to a cabinet, tilting her head. ⟫
Do men of your faith drink, Kanan? ⟪ tonight he looks, she reckons, as though he may benefit from a strong sip of liquor – or five. to kindle his spirits, and soothe his mind. ⟫
[ raised in near darkness would explain why she's so pale. he just assumed she didn't get out of her temple much, as her descriptions of it always made him think of a religious prison than a place of worship. the offer gets the tiniest smirk from him. ]
There's nothing saying alcohol's forbidden.
[ and if there is, then who cares? the jedi order needed to lighten up and live a little more.
(not the best phrasing in his head, he realizes, but eh? who'll stop him? ]
Give me a cup of the strongest bottle you have. I can handle it.
⟪ she picks out a bottle, evidently with some hesitance, not that she owns a wide variety to begin with. that and two cups, all gently balanced over as she seats herself on a cushion close-by. truth is, even the act of pouring him a drink – not having it poured – is so deviant from custom, politeness, and all shapes of station and class divergence – it's almost funny, but it is most certainly also relaxing. ⟫
There. ⟪ his is poured first, hers second. ⟫ I make no promises. 'tis not forbidden to drink to those of my faith, but like all poison, it holds no effect on me. The fire burns it all away.
⟪ a pause, she she picks up her cup. ⟫
Not anymore, of course, not since I came here. It was strange to be... affected again.
[ kanan cringes only the slightest at how she phrases it - the fires burning - and takes the cup once poured. he carefully turns it, the liquid stirring gently to blend, but doesn't feel inclined to drink right away. ]
So what you're saying is you can get drunk? [ he hums pleasantly. ] Good. What's the point otherwise?
[ no one drinks for any reason other than to dull their senses. he certainly never met anyone who did because they want to be healthy. ]
I used to drink a lot when I was younger. It was fun to do with company, and made sleeping a lot easier when you passed out on the floor along with the guys you worked with.
[ a beat, then- ] Well, that was a different time.
[ a much rougher one. nights like tonight weren't just once in a while - they were his nights, every single time. ]
⟪ to drink has never been a habit of hers – already a dangerous thing to be a woman and a slave, there must not be more weaknesses. of course, there is a width between 'not a habit' and 'none at all', and there had been days when she had appreciated the oblivion. ⟫
Rest does not seem to have found you tonight, either.
[ he frowns into his drink and brings it up to his lips for a tepid sip. it burns down his throat and lingers on his tongue, making him grunt gently as the heat shivers his skin. ]
The fire. [ he answers gruffly, lowering the cup to rest between his hands. ] I can't stop seeing it.
[ it feels silly to even bring it up when she was there with him, but he's still baffled in wondering how it didn't even rattle her. meanwhile he's here shaken up and it's dumb to keep thinking about something not real, but here he is anyway. ]
[ he takes another sip as she speaks, breathing in through his nose to let the air in and have it hit him harder on the next swallow. it's a good brew and he can feel it in his head. or maybe that's the throbbing headache a lack of sleep can cause.
her question gets a curious glance from him, pupils darting over unseen, and he sets the cup down on the floor this time so he can rest his hands on his lap. ]
Jedi have them. I've had them before -- not willingly.
[ jedi can will them, certainly, but not kanan. he does not trust them. ]
Do you think what we saw was a vision?
[ he hopes not. he doesn't want what he saw to ever become reality. ]
⟪ it is so unlike any of her visions that she says it with some confidence. the fact that he knows of visions, that they can be part of his faith, and yet he refuses them – it does not go unnoticed. she takes another sip, and she does reckon the stuff is strong. stronger than her tolerance, now that she is no longer wholly immune. she must thread lightly on it. ⟫
'tis why all my worry was in the moment. I do not believe we are meant to die by fire, and I do not believe the gods wood will truly burn, though the Lord of Light would have it another way, I am sure.
⟪ she doesn't sigh, but there is a sense of exhaustion about her that is somewhat rare. she is certain to sleep tonight. ⟫
Of course, the mind is a beast of its own. To be thrust into the heart of such an illusion is hard to shake.
[ well, he thinks he should explain himself- ] When I took the trial to be initiated as a true Jedi, I was tested on facing what I feared. I went into one of the abandoned temples of old, and was met with a vision. A manifestation of my fear.
What I saw, and confronted, was the destruction of the Jedi. The burning of our main temple, the death of our Order, and - and my own death.
[ indeed, back then it all felt real. he was just thirteen? in hindsight he wonders if it was less a test of his fear and instead a chilling vision of what was to come in less than a year. ]
Any illusion as real as what we faced would be bad, but the destruction of the Gods Wood... I don't know. It stays with me. I don't think I'll sleep well for a long time.
That is... a brutal challenge to face, for a young man.
⟪ with all else she knows of his life, it sounds more like a vision than a manifestation of his fears, but this seems to be a matter best left for a later moment. 'tis night, he looks exhausted and worn, and he needs rest. at least enough peace to find a few hours of it. ⟫
The thought is soothing to me. The gods woods of my world are places of a dark worship ⟪ dark, that is, to her – and nowhere near as dark as her own faith in practice, but she's blinded by it and would not see that. ⟫ and the one in this world has only put me at ease once, and not by any doing of its own.
⟪ she sets her cup down, hesitates, presses on. ⟫
You may stay as long as you wish, if company can put you at ease. I cannot think of many other ways I could thank you for the protection you offered me. The fire I worship, and death is inevitable, and more blessed in fire than in the night. Yet I would not be so calm had you not been with me.
You found it soothing huh. [ he huffs quietly, a little more awake now with the low burn of alcohol in his system. ] Well, glad one of us enjoyed it.
[ he doesn't share her views but he's too winded to make a stink or argument about it. he's tired overall and in quiet disbelief when she says he helped her stay calm. that's laughable but he's not in the mood for it. ]
You were the one who kept me calm. I would have... well, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there.
[ probably run. keep running, keep trying to escape, rather than accept what was happening in the moment. that he could accept it terrifies him as well. death comes for him soon and he thought he was at peace with the notion, but now he sees otherwise. another trial to face, so his master would surely say with a cat-like smile.
he runs a hand through the top of his hair, drifting it back to linger at his ponytail, trying to find the words. ]
I... brushed you off. Back at the play, when you asked how I was - I owe you an apology for that.
[ he was defensive and unnerved, but he thinks he could have reacted kinder to her concern. all she's ever been is kind to him and it's intimidating to deal with. he's so used to trading remarks and retorts that genuine concern is hard to accept, and even harder to think it could ever be directed his way. ]
⟪ which seems... ironic, considering that she just said she'd found it soothing. it had been a good thing, in her eyes, a good thing only touched by darkness when she realised that he would suffer a far too early, cruel fate alongside her. agony was part of her faith, it rang with her visions and her powers and so much else in her life – but she does not wish it upon others, least of all once she has come to care for them.
still, when he apologises, there's the moment's confusion about her, same as it so often is when he does that. ⟫
It was an intimate thing to ask, in the midst of so many others. I do not fault you for not wishing to speak of it then.
⟪ still, she reaches forward, see if he wishes to take her hand. ⟫
How are you now? ⟪ dark thoughts are like water – they need to flow out, or else they bring damp and rot to the mind. ⟫
Mhm. Well, I have alcohol in my hand so better than before.
[ the smallest breath puffs out from his nostrils and he smiles wry as he reaches for the hand she offers. he could add on a remark about how her being here is also a help, but he thinks that bit may be implied when he pushes his fingers in-between the gaps of hers and clasps their palms together. warm as ever, and it burns hotter against his cold skin.
the wind outside howls low and he finishes his drink. exhaustion is creeping into him again, but he fights it because he knows what will come if he tries to sleep. he decides to keep talking - an expert at running his mouth - to stave it off. ]
Are you doing ok? You... when we were in the woods, I saw you bleeding. Was that real?
[ he remembers how she stumbled in the woods when using her magic, and asking him if his connection to the force brought any pain with use. did setting that monster on fire take something out of her? ]
⟪ his hand is cold, but there's something nice about holding it regardless. she takes another sip of her own, and can feel some of her tension leaving her. ⟫
Help yourself. ⟪ she nods towards the bottle. ⟫ I am unlikely to ever finish the bottle on my own.
⟪ is she buying time with her offer? perhaps, a little. of course, she could simply lie – it's a lie she's told a thousand time, surely it would be hard to catch her in it? yet he'd been honest, had sought her out, and had... aimed to protect her, risking himself in the process. 'tis one thing to leave a guard to it. it's another thing to see a friend do so. does he not deserve some truth? ⟫
Power does not come without a cost. ⟪ she sets her cup down, touches his hand instead, tracing his knuckles. ⟫ I am well now, but large, quick bouts of magic cast do not feel... good.
⟪ as a general rule. ⟫
'tis how I knew what it is to feel as though I was burnt alive. ⟪ she blinks. ⟫ I never asked your forgiveness for catching you amid the smoke of the flames I cast against the creature. I rarely use these skills in battle - forgive me.
[ the offer for the bottle is very tempting, but he thinks how easy it would be to slip into old habits and drives away the lingering thoughts to go for it. he smiles at her apology. ]
We do a lot of apologizing around each other, don't we? [ he doesn't normally issue them out so much and that bugs him too. ] You don't need to be sorry for saving me.
[ he took in a lot of smoke but frankly that thing was winning on strength alone. if she didn't cast that combustion spell he could have been a goner. the same is true if she ran like he told her too, and that's one thing he won't apologize for. ]
If you're still in any pain, I do have these serums that I snagged from those firebird poachers I told you about. I was told they can heal surface wounds and relieve poisons. You can have one if you need it.
'tis a habit I will need to break when I return to Westeros.
⟪ she says it with half a laugh, the image of casting her apologies around atop the wall as she does with him being a bit of an unfortunate one. it is of such importance that she seems untouchable – and those who are truly untouchable need never apologise.
though, at his offer of the potion, she hesitates. ⟫
Your offer is very kind. And I would be glad to take it. I... am not in pain, now – these things do not last, or perhaps, they simply do not last for me. ⟪ hard to tell, really, when she works like a mortal woman would, and when not. ⟫ And I worry that you will give the potion away and find yourself lacking when you most need it. ⟪ she now holds his hand with both of hers. ⟫ You must not risk your life for mine, not even in such a way.
No can do. It's the Jedi way, Melisandre. We protect those who are in need of it.
[ the oppressed, the enslaved, the rebels - jedi are peacekeepers of the galaxy. or that's how it was always meant to be at least before they started taking military ranks. he is no more a soldier, but he will always be a jedi. ]
I won't force you to take it, but it's an open offer. I have a couple vials so giving you one isn't a big deal.
⟪ if anything, they may fight together again, and if she takes it, she won't endanger him more by being injured. and if he's injured? then there's something to offer him until she can find a way to heal him fully. ⟫
If you stay here tonight, do you reckon it would help you find rest?
[ his shoulders relax when she agrees, but her question gets a slight awkward pause from him. ]
It... wasn't my intention to stay, but. [ but. hm. ] I guess going back to my room won't really do anything for me.
[ even with the conversation to ease his mind, get his thoughts away from the burning woods, he thinks it might be better to just stay here since he already bothered her. although... ]
⟪ for a moment, the tilt of her head and the air in the room both suggest that she is on the verge of asking what mood he means. (un)fortunately, she has since encountered stannis and selyse baratheon, both of whom gave her the distinct impression that some would rather bite off their own tongues in awkward shame than speak of matters of desire, lust, or want.
it had made her quite good at guessing, and at finishing thoughts. at any rate, it makes sense for his fires to burn low tonight – the day had been most dark. ⟫
I understand, I believe. ⟪ she could very well be wrong. truth be told, the entire concept is strange. ⟫ I will not deny that I had all kinds of images in my mind when I asked you to join me at the play ⟪ after all, she knew she'd spend a good deal of the time whispering in his ear, and she could easily have turned the nature of the thing –– ⟫ but that was before. It is more important to me now to know you comfortable, and able to find peace.
[ a lazy smirk twitches. ] Would've made the play a lot more fun.
[ even before the intermission and the insanity that followed, the play was so dull. he would have fell asleep if she wasn't narrating in his ear. next time he'll need to just make the first move if their thoughts were going the same way. shame burning alive has killed the desire to do anything but sleep right now, and even that his body denies him. ]
You planning on sleeping soon? Think it might be a good idea for both of us.
[ he has no concept of how late it must be, but he has enough of a hunch that he should have been asleep hours ago on a normal night. he's definitely kept her awake long enough even before he knocked on her door. ]
⟪ for herself, she is quite done with plays for a while now –– but she reckons there'll be other opportunities, ones that don't turn quite so disastrous as this one. ⟫
I cannot avoid it much longer.
⟪ it has been a couple of days, even as it does not conventionally show in her. she is exhausted, and if anything –– well, his company had made it easier to stay awake for a little more time, and now, it might bring her some ease.
she stands, then, clears away the bottle, the cups – ⟫
Wookiee sleeps beneath the bed. Be mindful when you seat yourself, for he is likely to swipe at your feet.
[ he grins and thinks of coaxing the cat out of hiding, but chances are the weird five-eyed furball might be sleeping. instead he pushes his hands up and stands, taking a moment to wind his hand to the back of his pontail and tug it loose again. ]
You don't mind if I sleep without my shirt, right?
[ he has a good feeling she won't mind one bit, but he'll ask out of politeness sake. ]
⟪ for a moment, as she watches, she half-expects him have another concern – but then it's not him touching his hair as he often does when agitated in some manner, but merely undoing the strange tie he uses, the kind he can keep at his wrist without needing to tie it into a ribbon. ⟫
Not at all. ⟪ she keeps the cheekier remarks to herself, to try and make sure that it does not seem as though she wishes to sway him on his previous choice. for herself, she shuts the window, and checks her large, votive candles. they must last the night – and they will.
the bed is largely the cat's domain, as melisandre rarely uses it, least of all for its intended purpose, and the covers are undisturbed and neatly made up. she draws the blanket back and seats herself, making an effort to seem used to the rites. ⟫ Will it disturb you to lie close to me? I am afraid I cannot change the matter of my temperature.
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⟪ she shuts the window, though, unwilling to risk the candles' flames by too much. ⟫
Asshai, the city I hail from, is cast in near permanent shadow. The sun is rarely seen, only around noon if at all on those scarce days. As long as there is some light, it is not so bad, for me.
⟪ before she seats herself, though, she steps on over to a cabinet, tilting her head. ⟫
Do men of your faith drink, Kanan? ⟪ tonight he looks, she reckons, as though he may benefit from a strong sip of liquor – or five. to kindle his spirits, and soothe his mind. ⟫
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There's nothing saying alcohol's forbidden.
[ and if there is, then who cares? the jedi order needed to lighten up and live a little more.
(not the best phrasing in his head, he realizes, but eh? who'll stop him? ]
Give me a cup of the strongest bottle you have. I can handle it.
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There. ⟪ his is poured first, hers second. ⟫ I make no promises. 'tis not forbidden to drink to those of my faith, but like all poison, it holds no effect on me. The fire burns it all away.
⟪ a pause, she she picks up her cup. ⟫
Not anymore, of course, not since I came here. It was strange to be... affected again.
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So what you're saying is you can get drunk? [ he hums pleasantly. ] Good. What's the point otherwise?
[ no one drinks for any reason other than to dull their senses. he certainly never met anyone who did because they want to be healthy. ]
I used to drink a lot when I was younger. It was fun to do with company, and made sleeping a lot easier when you passed out on the floor along with the guys you worked with.
[ a beat, then- ] Well, that was a different time.
[ a much rougher one. nights like tonight weren't just once in a while - they were his nights, every single time. ]
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Rest does not seem to have found you tonight, either.
⟪ no matter how different the times. ⟫
What keeps you awake?
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The fire. [ he answers gruffly, lowering the cup to rest between his hands. ] I can't stop seeing it.
[ it feels silly to even bring it up when she was there with him, but he's still baffled in wondering how it didn't even rattle her. meanwhile he's here shaken up and it's dumb to keep thinking about something not real, but here he is anyway. ]
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It was so vivid, I wholly believed it until I listened to you.
⟪ she looks into her cup, spies her own reflection, frowns. ⟫
Are there visions, in your world?
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her question gets a curious glance from him, pupils darting over unseen, and he sets the cup down on the floor this time so he can rest his hands on his lap. ]
Jedi have them. I've had them before -- not willingly.
[ jedi can will them, certainly, but not kanan. he does not trust them. ]
Do you think what we saw was a vision?
[ he hopes not. he doesn't want what he saw to ever become reality. ]
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⟪ it is so unlike any of her visions that she says it with some confidence. the fact that he knows of visions, that they can be part of his faith, and yet he refuses them – it does not go unnoticed. she takes another sip, and she does reckon the stuff is strong. stronger than her tolerance, now that she is no longer wholly immune. she must thread lightly on it. ⟫
'tis why all my worry was in the moment. I do not believe we are meant to die by fire, and I do not believe the gods wood will truly burn, though the Lord of Light would have it another way, I am sure.
⟪ she doesn't sigh, but there is a sense of exhaustion about her that is somewhat rare. she is certain to sleep tonight. ⟫
Of course, the mind is a beast of its own. To be thrust into the heart of such an illusion is hard to shake.
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[ well, he thinks he should explain himself- ] When I took the trial to be initiated as a true Jedi, I was tested on facing what I feared. I went into one of the abandoned temples of old, and was met with a vision. A manifestation of my fear.
What I saw, and confronted, was the destruction of the Jedi. The burning of our main temple, the death of our Order, and - and my own death.
[ indeed, back then it all felt real. he was just thirteen? in hindsight he wonders if it was less a test of his fear and instead a chilling vision of what was to come in less than a year. ]
Any illusion as real as what we faced would be bad, but the destruction of the Gods Wood... I don't know. It stays with me. I don't think I'll sleep well for a long time.
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⟪ with all else she knows of his life, it sounds more like a vision than a manifestation of his fears, but this seems to be a matter best left for a later moment. 'tis night, he looks exhausted and worn, and he needs rest. at least enough peace to find a few hours of it. ⟫
The thought is soothing to me. The gods woods of my world are places of a dark worship ⟪ dark, that is, to her – and nowhere near as dark as her own faith in practice, but she's blinded by it and would not see that. ⟫ and the one in this world has only put me at ease once, and not by any doing of its own.
⟪ she sets her cup down, hesitates, presses on. ⟫
You may stay as long as you wish, if company can put you at ease. I cannot think of many other ways I could thank you for the protection you offered me. The fire I worship, and death is inevitable, and more blessed in fire than in the night. Yet I would not be so calm had you not been with me.
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[ he doesn't share her views but he's too winded to make a stink or argument about it. he's tired overall and in quiet disbelief when she says he helped her stay calm. that's laughable but he's not in the mood for it. ]
You were the one who kept me calm. I would have... well, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there.
[ probably run. keep running, keep trying to escape, rather than accept what was happening in the moment. that he could accept it terrifies him as well. death comes for him soon and he thought he was at peace with the notion, but now he sees otherwise. another trial to face, so his master would surely say with a cat-like smile.
he runs a hand through the top of his hair, drifting it back to linger at his ponytail, trying to find the words. ]
I... brushed you off. Back at the play, when you asked how I was - I owe you an apology for that.
[ he was defensive and unnerved, but he thinks he could have reacted kinder to her concern. all she's ever been is kind to him and it's intimidating to deal with. he's so used to trading remarks and retorts that genuine concern is hard to accept, and even harder to think it could ever be directed his way. ]
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⟪ which seems... ironic, considering that she just said she'd found it soothing. it had been a good thing, in her eyes, a good thing only touched by darkness when she realised that he would suffer a far too early, cruel fate alongside her. agony was part of her faith, it rang with her visions and her powers and so much else in her life – but she does not wish it upon others, least of all once she has come to care for them.
still, when he apologises, there's the moment's confusion about her, same as it so often is when he does that. ⟫
It was an intimate thing to ask, in the midst of so many others. I do not fault you for not wishing to speak of it then.
⟪ still, she reaches forward, see if he wishes to take her hand. ⟫
How are you now? ⟪ dark thoughts are like water – they need to flow out, or else they bring damp and rot to the mind. ⟫
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[ the smallest breath puffs out from his nostrils and he smiles wry as he reaches for the hand she offers. he could add on a remark about how her being here is also a help, but he thinks that bit may be implied when he pushes his fingers in-between the gaps of hers and clasps their palms together. warm as ever, and it burns hotter against his cold skin.
the wind outside howls low and he finishes his drink. exhaustion is creeping into him again, but he fights it because he knows what will come if he tries to sleep. he decides to keep talking - an expert at running his mouth - to stave it off. ]
Are you doing ok? You... when we were in the woods, I saw you bleeding. Was that real?
[ he remembers how she stumbled in the woods when using her magic, and asking him if his connection to the force brought any pain with use. did setting that monster on fire take something out of her? ]
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Help yourself. ⟪ she nods towards the bottle. ⟫ I am unlikely to ever finish the bottle on my own.
⟪ is she buying time with her offer? perhaps, a little. of course, she could simply lie – it's a lie she's told a thousand time, surely it would be hard to catch her in it? yet he'd been honest, had sought her out, and had... aimed to protect her, risking himself in the process. 'tis one thing to leave a guard to it. it's another thing to see a friend do so. does he not deserve some truth? ⟫
Power does not come without a cost. ⟪ she sets her cup down, touches his hand instead, tracing his knuckles. ⟫ I am well now, but large, quick bouts of magic cast do not feel... good.
⟪ as a general rule. ⟫
'tis how I knew what it is to feel as though I was burnt alive. ⟪ she blinks. ⟫ I never asked your forgiveness for catching you amid the smoke of the flames I cast against the creature. I rarely use these skills in battle - forgive me.
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We do a lot of apologizing around each other, don't we? [ he doesn't normally issue them out so much and that bugs him too. ] You don't need to be sorry for saving me.
[ he took in a lot of smoke but frankly that thing was winning on strength alone. if she didn't cast that combustion spell he could have been a goner. the same is true if she ran like he told her too, and that's one thing he won't apologize for. ]
If you're still in any pain, I do have these serums that I snagged from those firebird poachers I told you about. I was told they can heal surface wounds and relieve poisons. You can have one if you need it.
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⟪ she says it with half a laugh, the image of casting her apologies around atop the wall as she does with him being a bit of an unfortunate one. it is of such importance that she seems untouchable – and those who are truly untouchable need never apologise.
though, at his offer of the potion, she hesitates. ⟫
Your offer is very kind. And I would be glad to take it. I... am not in pain, now – these things do not last, or perhaps, they simply do not last for me. ⟪ hard to tell, really, when she works like a mortal woman would, and when not. ⟫ And I worry that you will give the potion away and find yourself lacking when you most need it. ⟪ she now holds his hand with both of hers. ⟫ You must not risk your life for mine, not even in such a way.
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[ the oppressed, the enslaved, the rebels - jedi are peacekeepers of the galaxy. or that's how it was always meant to be at least before they started taking military ranks. he is no more a soldier, but he will always be a jedi. ]
I won't force you to take it, but it's an open offer. I have a couple vials so giving you one isn't a big deal.
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⟪ if anything, they may fight together again, and if she takes it, she won't endanger him more by being injured. and if he's injured? then there's something to offer him until she can find a way to heal him fully. ⟫
If you stay here tonight, do you reckon it would help you find rest?
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It... wasn't my intention to stay, but. [ but. hm. ] I guess going back to my room won't really do anything for me.
[ even with the conversation to ease his mind, get his thoughts away from the burning woods, he thinks it might be better to just stay here since he already bothered her. although... ]
I'm not really in the mood. Just to be clear.
[ he says vague and unclearly. ]
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it had made her quite good at guessing, and at finishing thoughts. at any rate, it makes sense for his fires to burn low tonight – the day had been most dark. ⟫
I understand, I believe. ⟪ she could very well be wrong. truth be told, the entire concept is strange. ⟫ I will not deny that I had all kinds of images in my mind when I asked you to join me at the play ⟪ after all, she knew she'd spend a good deal of the time whispering in his ear, and she could easily have turned the nature of the thing –– ⟫ but that was before. It is more important to me now to know you comfortable, and able to find peace.
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[ even before the intermission and the insanity that followed, the play was so dull. he would have fell asleep if she wasn't narrating in his ear. next time he'll need to just make the first move if their thoughts were going the same way. shame burning alive has killed the desire to do anything but sleep right now, and even that his body denies him. ]
You planning on sleeping soon? Think it might be a good idea for both of us.
[ he has no concept of how late it must be, but he has enough of a hunch that he should have been asleep hours ago on a normal night. he's definitely kept her awake long enough even before he knocked on her door. ]
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I cannot avoid it much longer.
⟪ it has been a couple of days, even as it does not conventionally show in her. she is exhausted, and if anything –– well, his company had made it easier to stay awake for a little more time, and now, it might bring her some ease.
she stands, then, clears away the bottle, the cups – ⟫
Wookiee sleeps beneath the bed. Be mindful when you seat yourself, for he is likely to swipe at your feet.
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[ he grins and thinks of coaxing the cat out of hiding, but chances are the weird five-eyed furball might be sleeping. instead he pushes his hands up and stands, taking a moment to wind his hand to the back of his pontail and tug it loose again. ]
You don't mind if I sleep without my shirt, right?
[ he has a good feeling she won't mind one bit, but he'll ask out of politeness sake. ]
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Not at all. ⟪ she keeps the cheekier remarks to herself, to try and make sure that it does not seem as though she wishes to sway him on his previous choice. for herself, she shuts the window, and checks her large, votive candles. they must last the night – and they will.
the bed is largely the cat's domain, as melisandre rarely uses it, least of all for its intended purpose, and the covers are undisturbed and neatly made up. she draws the blanket back and seats herself, making an effort to seem used to the rites. ⟫ Will it disturb you to lie close to me? I am afraid I cannot change the matter of my temperature.
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