Ask Sand, Surf, Sunshine

[Nashyr Ris]

Rishi
3 Kilometers from Smuggler's Cove
09:21 a.m.
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Nashyr couldn't remember the last time she allowed herself a vacation. She worked hard, making sure those that she helped in the Order were safe... doing what little she could to be part of an Order that struggled in the face of adversity. She was bone-tired, but still she kept pushing on. It had been so long, in fact, since she delved into anything beyond light reading or the occasional spar that word began getting around that she had no idea how to relax.

Perhaps it was true. Maybe she had finally lost the ability to enjoy herself, simply because if she did, she would start thinking too much. So many what-ifs kept crowding around if she gave herself a moment's respite, and so she didn't stop. She just kept going, until Max none too gently suggested that she reach out and find somewhere else to be.

When he reached out to her... she almost dropped her commlink. Had it been so long already?

When she heard Oren's voice, she was immediately brought back to the lights ceremony. That one moment when she dropped her guard... and how she regretted not going further since. She was all the more shocked when he suggested they meet in Rishi; she had only ever heard of the planet in passing stories, or of one or two of her girls that saved up enough for some sort of tropical getaway. She was never one for humidity, but...

She just couldn't say no.

So here she was, standing on a beach near a tiny bar, quenching her thirst on some local brand of juice. She wasn't certain if she wanted any alcohol in her system yet or not... but she couldn't deny she was nervous.

As if she had anything to be nervous about! She chided herself, taking another sip, and feeling the new sun slowly warm her bones. Nervousness aside, she felt... good. She had dressed rather modestly, if she could say so herself, in a wide-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses, the swimsuit a gold material that hugged curves, with a sheer gold sarong and sandals to match. Her hair, once kept in a medium wavy bob, had been grown out past her shoulders, some strands braided and capped in gold.

She was told to meet here; off in the jungle, her Quad-Five was parked and locked for safety's sake, but just a few kilometers away the Smuggler's Cove was bursting with activity. She was told to meet here... but she wasn't certain for how long. She leaned back against a palm tree and sighed, closing her eyes to listen to the surf.

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[Oren Zapan]

Two years, two whole years locked away from the galaxy at large, surrounded by shades of black, grey and white, artificial light, terrible food, and a small cell and cot. Prison had been a rough time for the Jedi, he knew nothing of the outside world, instead his world had become that of yard politics, criminal cases, gang beefs. He had lost a lot of dignity and was hoping that most people had forgotten about him, but he couldn't face the reunion with the order.

He knew they would have so many questions, orders and jobs for him. But, he couldn't do it, not yet. He hadn't seen sun in two years, the sound of water or anything, he needed to see it, to find himself, and find the peace with the justice system he had faced. He had been drunk the night prior when he called Nashyr, asking if she wanted to come to Rishi. He had been here for nearly a week, taking in the sun and the silence.

An old gang member he knew in the yard had relocated to the planet after his sentence, and told him to come down and visit, to relax before attempting to unpause a life that hadn't stopped for anyone else. He wasn't sure how Nash was going to take him, he wasn't much of the same person he was two years ago. He was still a Jedi and still walked the light, but he wasn't so well refined, his appearance did not scream of a Jedi, besides she hadn't seen his wounds.

He had been drinking a bit before she arrived, calming his nerves. He would approach from the sandbar, as he saw her looking out towards the sea. He wore a simple floral pattern button down that was completely unbuttoned, revealing his toned body that he had shaped during his hours of complete boredom in prison. His left arm bore the ink of a gang affiliation, and under his shirt, the edges of ink covered his right breast--there was more, all tattoos he had received during his time in prison; Mostly done out of necessity to survive the Manka eat Manka galaxy. He also wore a simple white pair of capri pants which exposed his bare feat in the golden sands.
His lone eye would peer towards Nash as his voice cracked, "You ever find that library?"

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[Nashyr Ris]

She smiled when she heard his voice.

It was almost like deja vu; hearing his voice that way, with the sun and surf rolling in... she opened her eyes to look at him, sunglasses sliding off to be set in the sand. For a moment, two moments, there was simply a faint smile touching her lips, nothing more than that. She slowly set her drink down in the sand next to her glasses, and stepped in closer, arms crossed beneath her bust. Her gaze took all of him in, meeting his new look with her feelings hidden.

"Might have. But you have yet to show me some of your favorites, cowboy," she teased, cocking a brow. "Loving the look, though. Very roguish, like you might steal me away at any second." Her lips curved into a genuine smile... and she stepped all the closer, then moved slowly.

In case he wanted to step away, or move back once he would realize what she was doing.

Her arms slid around his waist, hat tumbling to the ground as she just hugged firmly, cheek pressed against his. "Welcome back, Oren. Have to say, things around the ol' place just haven't been quite the same without your handsome mug around," her voice low and warm by his ear. She couldn't really explain why, she just wanted to give the man a hug. Maybe it was that look he got... or maybe it was the muscles he got.

...I mean...

Not bad, not bad at all, she thought with an internal chuckle, grinning. But his face... that was a shock. Like his hands, and now tattoos... maybe he would fess up, maybe not. But right now, she wasn't in the mood for dwelling on the maybes.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren's lone eye widened slightly, watching as she turned towards him, it was the least covered he had seen another Jedi in his life, and the first woman he had seen like that in nearly three years. His hand wavered slightly as she stepped through the golden sands towards him. He moved slightly, stepping back as she spoke about his looks.

Only his lone good eye followed the cathar, his milky white right eye sat strangely dormant, his breathing heavy as he tried to resist the woman. He felt her hands slide around his waste as her dulled orange fur rested up against the craters and pits of his charred right cheek. His mechanical hand would reluctantly move up to rest against her back. This all seemed to be so much so soon.

He hadn't been used to the flirting or anything really, and it seemed in two years he had retreated back to his old reclusive self. "Uh.." His voice would slightly crack, the smell of liquor clung to his breath, unsure of what to say, "I hope you've been okay."
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[Nashyr Ris]

She chuckled, leaning back to give him space. The smile faded somewhat, but still lurked in her eyes. "Sorry... I just had to make sure you were real first," she said sheepishly, bending to scoop her hat from the ground and put it back on. "It's been a while," she spoke quietly, and looked as though she were going to say something else.

But his question caused her to pause, tilting her head. 'I've been fine', or, 'everything's been okay' felt like lies. And for some reason, she felt like she couldn't lie. Not really. He looked slightly overwhelmed, and she felt a little bit ashamed for having come on so strong. But it felt... good, somehow, to know he hugged back. So perhaps she wasn't being too forward after all... but she cleared her throat, chasing these thoughts away.

"I've been..."

She huffed out a soft laugh, shrugging a shoulder. "Alive. Going where I'm needed, or required." She chewed on her bottom lip, then stepped back some more, arms crossing beneath her bust. "But no need to dwell on that. You invited me here; I'll admit, I know nothing about this planet." She confided in him, her light smile returning.

"Though I could use a good drink right about now," she commented easily, waving where the now-empty glass stood. "Know any good places?"

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would step as she did so, the markings that remained on his face glowing a soft pink, as his mechanical hand moved towards the back of his neck, "I'm very much alive.." He'd say with a short grunt. He was alive, but his freedom had been stripped from him, frankly it felt weird being out here among the general population.

"Though I can't say this feels all too normal," he would peer towards everything, "Would it be strange to say I kind of miss my cell?" He wouldn't let the words hang, but instead motioned towards a beach bar and a set of chairs, walking as she spoke about her life over the past two years.

He could hear the heaviness in her voice, and the way her shoulders slouched slightly forward. She seemed tired, the flirtatious manner she used against him seemed kind of forced--had she been running on auto-pilot for all this time? He would contemplate her situation as he slumped into his seat which looked out over the sea. "Yeah, well I don't know much about it either." He'd say with a slight smirk, "Just needed a place with some sun."

He'd lean back in his chair, his toes digging into the sand, he would peer over towards the Cathar, a brow raised slightly, "The Jedi Order will do that to you, it's stressful," he'd say in a plain tone, "Is it not what you signed up for?"

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[Nashyr Ris]

She listened to him, to the sand and surf... and for the first time, she could feel the tension slowly leaving her shoulders and jaw. She didn't sit down right away, instead she gazed out at the surf rolling in, a faint grin still on her lips. "Yeah... a little strange," she commented, gaze turning back to meet his. "But then again, you get used to your own bars. The galaxy outside can change so much..."

She shook her head, then chuckled wryly. "Your version and mine were very different," she answered starkly, gaze lowering. "I've got no comparison... not really." When she did sit, she did it with a careful, practiced grace, folding down and long legs stretched out before her, ankles crossed to warm her feet on the sand.

She eased into the chair with a sigh, tilting her face to meet his smirk with a low chuckle. "Yeah, well... you know how much cats love to sunbathe..." she joked, quirking her brow and giving him a playful wink. "But I like to swim, too. The water can be so soothing..." she let her voice trail off, then she caught the tail end of what he said.

"Hmm?" she answered lazily, glancing back over as her hands dangled down from either side of her chair. The waves roared and crashed for a few beats, before she could find her answer.

"Truthfully... no." She gave out a slow inhale, then a deep exhale, ending on a sigh. "I did so selfishly... I was trapped in a life I resented, cornered into living my life because of someone else's mistakes. I paid for them." She laughed ruefully, frowning slightly. "At my first chance of freedom, I bolted without any thoughts for others." Regret hid in her voice, but he would hear it plain as day. "After I worked so hard to keep my girls safe from a galaxy that would have abused them... they're in safe hands though, thank the stars."

There was something else she wanted to say, but she wasn't certain of the words yet. But her cheerful demeanor dropped, and he could see it in her face. She didn't know why... she just couldn't lie to him. She was simply bone-weary, but not sure how or where she could go next without disappointing or abandoning someone else.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren closed his eyes with a soft smile, as he felt the warm wind of the sea against his face, the sound of an acoustic hallikset could be heard off playing in the background, it was peaceful here, and he was happy to have Nash here with him. His head would shift over towards the exposed Nash, who was lounging in her seat. Her orange fur, with black and white accents, maybe he had never stopped to take a look at it so closely before.

His mechanical hand would reach over from where her own hung, gripping it tightly as she spoke. "Well, I understand where you're coming from," the robotic fingers would gently squeeze her slender hand. "Frankly you warned me a few doors before I went and got myself arrested...you told me that I was carrying everything, and you were right." He would pull her hand gently, motioning for her to come sit on his lap, if she chose to.

"I was too focused on the Order that didn't live my life, and I lost two years with the people that meant the most to me." He'd say with a heavy voice, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me."

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[Nashyr Ris]

She had closed her eyes, meaning to only for a moment or two, but opened when she felt his robotic hand gripping her own. She gave a sideways glance at his response, content to listen for a few beats of silence. She gave a light squeeze of her own, though she wasn't certain if a robotic hand could feel it or not. "I warned you, did I? I don't remember..." she hummed, tilting her head. "Funny, I sound so old and wise." She grinned at him, and when he tugged, she followed, settling down.

She was mindful to keep the linking of their hands; it was nice, somehow. She'd forgotten that touch could be so nice. Hearing his voice change, she leaned into him, wrapping her other arm about his shoulders and giving a slight smile.

"Well... you're here now." She tilted her head, smiling. "So that's what counts to me. What's happened has happened... and things have changed... people have changed." She added the last part quietly, dropping her gaze to their entwined hands. "But there's nothing to be sorry for. Just make up for lost time...when you can. But for now..."

The smile returned, her brows quirked with that old hint of mischief glimmering in her eyes. "Care to buy a drink or go in the water with an old cat?"

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[Oren Zapan]

The Jedi master would let out a soft purr, as the Jedi Knight would slide into his lap, her free hand wrapping around his shoulder. His mechanical hand would pull away to gently wrap around her waist as he shifted his legs giving her more room, "You are older, that's for sure" he'd say with a soft smile.

"But, I think age looks well on an old cat like you," he'd say as he leaned in close to her face, his burnt flesh moving closer to rest against the patterns on her cheek. "I'll buy you a drink," he'd say with a low whisper, his chocolate eye focusing on her golden ones, he could feel his chest swelling up slightly, "But, first..there's something I should have done two years ago." He would lean in towards her lips.

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[Nashyr Ris]

She huffed out a soft laugh at his comment, one brow arching playfully. "Well, good," she replied back, lips turned into a smirk. "I'd really hate to look terrible, then how else could you put up with me?" She blinked, however, when he pressed his cheek to hers. She could feel her heart starting to beat faster... and that twinge again, in her chest.

Painful, but light. Like the Force, but stronger... warmer. A feeling she'd never given herself the luxury to feel before... nor felt like she deserved.

She briefly considered pulling back and giving them space; wasn't it not that long ago she had to back off? There was that brief flicker of indecision... but then she remembered the regret of not pushing when she should have, saying something when she had the opportunity. If she wasn't going to seize the opportunity now when she still had the chance to choose...

She leaned forwards as though to meet him halfway... then paused. Her lips quirked into a sly grin, her voice a soft whisper. "Sounds like a plan to me, Oren," she said huskily, then closed the distance, leaning forwards as though she couldn't get close enough. And... it felt right, somehow, and in this moment her regrets, her secret doubts and turmoil melted away into the background.

It was only now, and he was all she could think of.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would tilt his head with a huff, "Do you think I have any room to talk?" He'd say as he pulled away from their kiss. His left hand would point towards his face, "This generally isn't that attractive," he'd chuckle, "Luckily for me, you've seen what it looks like before the whole fried Oren incident."

He would hold onto the Cathar, letting his left raise slightly as he beckoned for a few glasses, "Two please." He'd say looking back beofre turning back to look at the waves and the gentle sunset that had begun to form across the canvas of the sky. "So? Have you taken to teaching any of those little monsters at the temple?" He'd turn to her with a raised brow--curious as to where her path had gone these two years.

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[Nashyr Ris]

"Hmm... I dunno," she said nonchalantly, giving him a faint teasing smile. "I said it before... you look like one of those types off to steal me away or something, very ruggedly charming." She offered him a small wink, a low laugh vibrating in her throat. "I like the way you are anyways, before and after." Her grin softened, and she chuckled.

"Besides, you've been drinking, so I already look better than I did, I'm sure," her lips quirked in amusement, eyes glittering in the ambient light. "You have ample room to talk, in my opinion."

She settled against him, content for a few moments to be silent, and then glanced when he mentioned temple life. She gave a one-shouldered shrug, nodding in thanks when the bartender brought their two drinks, and took care to hand his over before sipping at her own.

Her grin softened at the thought of them, and a small chuckle slipped past her lips. "A small class..." she said gently, smiling faintly. "A handful, but they're good kids. Kind of makes me wonder... what I missed out on when I was busy on Nar Shaddaa." Her gaze turned thoughtful, almost distant. "Some days it's tough to keep them focused... but they're so smart. You'd love them, I'm sure." She knew she sounded like a proud parent, and flushed, instead opting to take another sip to hopefully cool the warmth she could feel in her cheeks and neck.

"Is there anything you're looking forward to?" she asked openly, glancing up towards him.

She knew he missed the way he was... but in a way, she enjoyed this new take on things. Perhaps it was timing, but she was, for once... actually enjoying herself.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would smile softly as she teased him for his new look as he took the drink from the waitress. "Thanks.." He'd say softly as the woman left the two of them to enjoy the silence of the relatively quiet beach. He would brink gin on the rocks towards his lips, the gang affiliation that sprawled over his left forearm was completely visible for the Cathar to see.

It was a menacing Rancor that held up a criminal sign that read 'CDRC-C-BLOCK' with the words Outsider Club etched against the forehead of the beast. It wasn't very elegant and reeked of something only a prisoner would wear. "I'm sure you met plenty of those on Nar Shaddaa." He'd purr, "What makes me so special?"

He would take another hit from his drink, listening as she spoke about her own looks, a small frown forming on his lips, "What happened to the confident Cat I knew back on that dance floor all those years ago?" He'd muse, "or are you making a blind person joke?" His lone eye would narrow in a teasing fashion. Though when she mentioned a class, that got him thinking.

"You teaching?" He'd laugh, "What the kriff else has happened while I was locked up?" He'd shake his head, "It sounds cute though, I'm sure they love you." His Mechanical hand would rub against her exposed shoulder. "As for me, anything I'm looking forward to?" He'd shrug, "Community service, exploring...I don't really have a game plan right now."

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[Nashyr Ris]

She glanced at his tattoo, tilting her head slightly as he sipped his drink. She would ask in a little bit... but her eyes flickered to his face, arching a brow teasingly. "Plenty of rogues? Not really. Most people were afraid of my height..." she shrugged slightly, face turning contemplative. "My species... most tend to be harsh judges if you don't look close enough to being human. I'm sure you know what it's like," she said softly, one finger tracing lightly against his unscarred cheek almost as an unselfconscious move.

"Are you fishing for compliments?" she smirked, giving him a wink. "Because the simple fact is this: you are you. You don't pretend for others' benefits, or act holier than others. You've got a good heart," her hand rested over his chest, "and I've gotta admit, a good mind. Need I go on?" She took another sip, teasingly blinking her eyes innocently over the rim of her glass.

She lightly, playfully thumped a fist to his blind joke, rolling her eyes. "She's still around," she smirked, wriggling a little bit on his lap to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable, and to adjust herself to a more secure spot. "Just enjoying a good moment with... a special guy."

Her smile warmed when he mentioned her class loving her, her smile turning sheepish. "Yeah... but I think they love the field trips more. Getting to play and enjoy fresh air... it's adorable, you should come with us sometime." She turned her gaze towards the ocean... and she sighed, shoulders dropping.

"...I was thinking of something similar." Her features seemed pensive, as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "I... don't know whether I should stay or go." Her eyes dropped to his hand on her shoulder, and gently shifted so that she lightly rested her palm atop his own, interlacing their fingers slightly. "There's not many people who need me."

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would nod softly as he felt her shift in his lap, "A field trip..I suppose I could free up some of my busy schedule to look into supervising your little runts." A wide smile would cross his lips as he leaned back into his seat. "As for fishing for compliments, I suppose I was. I haven't had many in two years after all," his old softer side would slowly reveal his self with each passing moment. "Can you really blame a guy?"

He would bring his drink back to his lips, finishing off the contents before dropping the glass into the soft sand with a refreshing sigh. He could feel the liquor building in his system, and pumping through his blood. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but even in such a state he could provide some wisdom, "Well..." He would attempt to think of something to say, as he felt her own slender fingers wrap around his thick broad shoulders. "Do or do not...leave or go.." He assumed he was sounding like the old holograms of Master Yoda at this point, "You will always be a Jedi. In my heart, I believe that being a Jedi is a lifestyle, not a title or a rank. It's a commitment to living life for the betterment of others. You do not need the force to be a Jedi nor do you need to wield a lightsaber..." He would lean in to kiss her gently against her forehead.

"Life is fluid like that water that washes up onto the shore. Ever changing and always moving, traveling from one land to the next. But, at its core it is always water..." He would turn to her, "No matter where you go Nash..you will always be there. If you understand who you are, then you will always be at peace, whether you're in the deepest Core planet or the fringe of the unknown." Man, maybe he was turning into that cranky old master.

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[Nashyr Ris]

"Hmm..."

She gazed at his face intently, eyes sweeping up and down. When he kissed her forehead, her eyes shuttered closed, and for a small beat she was content to just be still. Her lips quirked at his words of wisdom, then she leaned back slightly, eyes opening to stare into both his own clear brown and milky white.

"There you go again." She smiled, lightly resting her forehead against his, her voice gentle. "Being all wise and carrying things on your shoulders. I know what I am... who I am, though... is something I'm figuring out." She leaned back to gaze at him, feeling the setting sun warm her shoulders and back as she grinned. "I told you, a Juhani can't change her stripes. But she'll always be there."

She finished the rest of her drink as well, setting the glass down and leaning into him, head to his shoulder. There were words she wanted to say... but she wasn't certain if they were the right ones. Or if it was even the right time to say them... but perhaps her actions could, until she could learn to say them properly.

She lightly kissed him on the cheek, almost snuggling into his lap with a faint, warm smile.

"Thanks for bringing me here, I think this is just what the Master ordered." A cheeky grin accompanied her grin, and she raised her brows slightly, trying not to laugh. "But don't tell me you've just wanted me here because you like giving me pieces of wisdom." Her tone was flirty, lips curved as she tilted her face towards his.

"Drinks aside, got any plans there, handsome?"

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[Oren Zapan]

"I can't help it," he'd smile as his mechanical hand swept through her black locks, "it comes with the title of Jedi Master." Maybe she was right, and he was trying to put things back onto his shoulders. It was in his nature to help others, to take care of them and guide them through their problems--and Nash's were very much ones he was concerned with.

"We all know what we are, our pasts, it's what makes the present self." He'd say in a soft tone, "It is our mind, and our understanding of our feelings which allows us to know who we are. These moments in time, good and bad build us, the emotions we feel, ideas we come to conclude is who we are." His fingers would move from her hair, drifting along the black stripes that made up her face.

"You say you can't change your stripes, but you very much have, change doesn't happen rapidly, it takes time and comes gradually." He'd take a deep breath, realizing that he had taken on a more sage like personality. Hopefully she didn't find it annoying. But, it seemed she was comfortable with him and only pulled herself closer into him.

He felt her lips press against his cheek, as she scrunched up in his lap. A soft grunt of approval would escape his lips as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her. "Well, I don't know who else I'd want to spend this time with," he'd say in a soft tone, "If there is anything I learned with prison, it's that tomorrow is granted...One day you could be making plans for the Library, the next you vanish." He'd peer down towards the Cathar, "I wanted you here because I feel an attraction to you, and I wanted you to know."

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[Nashyr Ris]

She smiled as he seemed to fall into lecturer mode; she knew he did it from a place of caring; it was one of the same things she did more and more often, it seemed. But she couldn't allow him to worry or carry things alone; if there was anything she learned while on Ajan Kloss, burdens weren't meant to be held alone, or else there was no point in being an Order or a force in the galaxy.

You could get hurt, or... vanish for two years while everyone else worried.

"Master or not, it's not the healthiest thing to carry things alone," she arched her brow at him, almost melting into her hair being stroked. It sent tingles up and down her spine and over her arms, she shivered slightly, then grinned, tilting her head closer to his hand. It was nice to be touched gently... even nicer to just enjoy, and not hold doubts or questions.

Her hand rested over his own when he touched her cheek, her voice soft and warm. "You're lecturing again, Oren," she reminded him, chuckling. "I'm changing, I know... into who, I don't know. But it can't be too bad, can it?"

She released his hand as he wrapped his arms around her, one arm still around his shoulder and the other hand resting on his chest.

The warmth returned to that space in her chest, and she inhaled slightly, eyes drifting towards his face.

"You know..."

She exhaled, her smile fading once more, expression calm, serious. "Before you vanished, I... had feelings." Her eyes lowered, dropped to his chest, where she could just barely see the edge of one tattoo through the opening of his shirt. "But dealing with them was a struggle. We barely knew each other, and when you were arrested... I was afraid."

She glanced up again, a faint smile touching her lips. "I was afraid for someone else for the first time, fear of losing... fear of attachment. Of being close... and yet, there wasn't a single day you weren't on my mind. I wanted to visit you, but... I felt that the last thing you needed was an old cat hanging around, bringing up a past you probably didn't want to face right then and there."

She nibbled briefly on her bottom lip, hand curling into a fist over his chest. "I couldn't forget you, but... I'm no longer afraid." Her eyes closed, and she exhaled, then took a slow breath. She felt... calm. Clear-headed, for the first time in months. "I feel the same way," she answered, then gave a small smile. "And I don't expect anything from you for that; just be who you are, and I'm happy." Having said that... felt like the load she'd carried on her shoulders had lifted, and she could breathe easier. He knew now, there was no going back... but she wasn't going to regret being honest.

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[Oren Zapan]

The Jedi would take a deep breath as she confessed her own feelings for him, as well as the pain she had felt with his arrest. He understood the trouble he placed them all in, and it was one of the biggest reasons he feared returning to the temple, to his home. But, to have her with him, was enough to make him understand that he wasn't quite alone in this situation--he never was.

His flesh hand would slightly tremble as he gave a small nod, he never was quite good at expressing his emotions. Always so rigid, and tight.. He'd sigh softly, "I don't really know how love works, or relationships, or anything of the sort." The markings on his face would glow a dim red, "But, I would love to try and work something out with you." He paused as he tilted his head slightly, "This galaxy is a big place, one with a lot of pain and suffering. It's big and it'll eat you up if you're not careful..But, there's a lot of good, enjoyment and peace. I want someone to experience it with, while I still have time." He'd peer back towards the Cathar, "I'd love it to be with you."

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