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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 12, 2012 22:52:35 GMT -5
"Once," Var answered wistfully. "She came to see me when I was in prison. Probably to see if that Sith who crashed the party really looked like her."
The Twi'lek thought back to that meeting, seeing the figure she'd missed so much standing at the doorway. She'd had only the memories of a toddler, but in her heart she'd known it could only be her mother.
In fact, Var was proud. Her mother was a survivor, a survivor of the worst kind of slavery who had managed to blaze her own path forward, living on despite all the doubt and suffering. She'd even found love again, and married a successful Senator.
That was the sort of feat Var could dream of.
In a way though, she was living that kind of feat. Successful swoop racer with a bright future, if the commentators at the track were right. She didn't have to be ashamed of her own success, as she was thriving. Finally the misfit Padawan who'd always been failing was having triumph of a sort.
"We both knew when we saw each other though. We knew."
Var's eyes teared up a bit again as she thought of her only encounter with her mother since the day she'd been dragged away by a Hutt's thugs... It would forever be special to her.
"So tell me, is there anyone special in your life?" Var abruptly changed the subject, sidling away from the misty-eyed emotions of her mother and into slightly safer territory.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 13, 2012 22:13:47 GMT -5
Horst's smile became one of sadness as Var teared up. Whatever had happened that one day obviously meant a lot to her, and from what he could tell, it meant something good.
What had he gotten from his parents? The first five years of his life living alone.
Her question surprised him though, and this time his annoyance shined through. He hated being asked that question; it was like asking a blind guy if he knew what color was greener than blue but bluer than green; a kind but unintentional slap to the face.
Why a slap? Because it reminded Horst of the one thing he'd never been able to fix to since Geog had passed. He was alone, and not a soul in the galaxy had become to sort of brother or father Geog or Rorry had been. Sure, he had Ethan. Sure, he had Ervisa. Sure, he had Sharpie, who was pretty damn close.
But none of them were family. And that left Horst to be one very lonely man.
"... No," he answered softly, staring at his shoes. He twiddled his thumbs, trying not to confront the topic. He hadn't had an unbarred, loving conversation with anyone in years, let alone one where he didn't have to lie or pretend in some way. With Ervisa, he had to pretend he was fine with not knowing her. With Ethan, he had to be a soldier at least. Even with Sharpie he had to be a Mandalorian.
He wished he had just one person with whom he didn't have to do or be anything. Just talk and listen.
For a moment, he was silent. Then he perked up and smiled once more, ignoring his own problems. Var had met her mother, and she was pretty sure they were familiar with each other, and that, despite the ex-smuggler's own problems, was something be happy about. "I'm glad to hear that though." A breath escaped him a little shakier than normal, and he pretended to cough, writing it off as a rasp. "And what about, uh, Blazinda over there?" He thumbed toward the window, indicating the woman outside. "You and her seem close."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 13, 2012 22:37:31 GMT -5
Var blinked, not comprehending for a moment. But then it clicked and she responded, a little too defensively and quickly, her voice a little taut.
"Oh, Force no! Not that there's anything, uh, wrong with that."
She attempted to backpedal a little, striving to sound a little less awkward as she dug herself deeper with every word.
"I- Uh. I'm not a lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I mean you can be a perfectly nice person and be a- I'm not."
Var lapsed into a second of silence before summing up her policy in a rather less-than-slick manner.
"I like guys."
The Twi'lek pulled her knees up towards her and repositioned her petite body, resting slender fingers on her knee as she stared out the window at the sunrise, avoiding eye contact after her catastrophic discussion of sexual orientation.
Please kill me now so I can't make a bigger ass out of myself...
Var cringed as she shut her eyes for a second, waiting for the chips to fall.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 13, 2012 22:51:18 GMT -5
Horst squinted his eyes, not understanding. "Whadda' you mean..."
Then the puzzle pieces fell into place, and he broke out laughing hysterically. He hadn't meant it that way even slightly, and the interpretation caught him completely off guard. With anyone else of the opposite gender it might have been awkward, but Horst's image of Var as this young girl didn't set him to think about anything sexual, instead causing him to slap his knees and wipe tears of laughter.
After a minute, he settled down and patted Var on her knee and fingers with a warm expression. He chuckled softly still, the mirth still dying. "Not like that honey. I meant ya' both seem like good friends is all." He smiled at her, hoping his uproar hadn't caused any discomfort. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 13, 2012 22:59:49 GMT -5
Var wasn't sure how to react to the laughter that erupted from the large man. On the one hand she was relieved that that the lesbian misconception was addressed, but on the other hand she was being laughed at, which wasn't a pleasant experience.
She contented herself with sitting there wearing a frown until Horst came over and placed hand on hers. Then she stared at that hand for a moment before looking at him with wide eyes.
"You just touched me."
A second of silence.
"You're not afraid of me anymore?"
A simple question, delivered with the skepticism of a child who wondered if the presents really did come from a jolly man who resided in the Hoth System and had a sled pulled by tauntauns.
But at the same time, there was something optimistic and pleased about it. Perhaps she wasn't so terrifying? If he could see what she'd done and still care enough to laugh and make physical contact...
Well, then there was hope.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 13, 2012 23:20:34 GMT -5
Horst raised an eyebrow, confused. He had just touched her, hadn't he? He stood silent for a moment, thinking. Was he afraid of her? Well, he'd just laughed like a jolly old myth and patted her. That was hardly the action someone took when he was scared to death of her.
And yet he did fear her. Like it or not, she was dangerous to a degree. So how could he be so at ease? He'd seen her kill a man horribly in cold blood and rage a few hours ago. How did that warrant patting?!
"I guess I'm not." Horst smiled widely, patting her on the back this time. Part of him did it just to reaffirm his ability and lack of fear, and the other part of him was still jolly and did it to comfort her and chuckle.
Horst was glad he'd met such a kind young woman. It'd been a long time since he'd met someone so innocent, despite the murderous rage she could possess. He didn't weigh that second part though; in his mind, she was just a nice, somewhat curious young woman who had just rediscovered her future, and he was proud to have helped her do it.
"That's not surprising though," he sighed warmly. The sunlight was leaking into the room now, and he basked in the glow for a moment, happy. "It's hard ta' be afraid of someone so cheery." He beamed down at her.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 13, 2012 23:41:49 GMT -5
Cheery? Used to refer to Var?
The Twi'lek woman resisted the urge to pinch herself to test whether or not this was all a dream. She was most deefinitely not used to being the cheery one. Bleak, despondent, depressing, snippy, cynical, caustic, and just downright bitchy; but never cheery.
This was a first.
How did it feel? A little odd. You didn't exactly spend your childhood cringing and crying, your teenage years depressed and lonely, and your early twenties a pillar of murderous darkness fueled by rage and self-loathing directed onto others, only to have yourself suddenly described as cheery one day.
Did this mean she was healed?
Var blinked.
Perhaps it did. Maybe she was healed enough now, thriving enough now that was away from the Sith and the Jedi, so that she could truly be herself, live a quality life. Learn to be a good person.
Or barring that a normal person.
Var kissed Eleanor on the beak and grinned.
"I'm cheery!" She exclaimed to the bird. Then it promptly clicked she was in the hospital, and she had the compulsion to get out of it. As quickly as possible.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and lifted herself up more vertically, pleased to find the pain in her skull was much less than it was on Murkhana. With that said, she didn't anticipate any kisses from Horst.
Bare feet found the cool floor and she rose to her feet shakily, one arm resting on edge of the bed as the other lifted Eleanor to her shoulder, shoving her left headtail out of the way.
"I'm getting out of here. We can talk about whatever in more comfortable surroundings."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 15, 2012 17:33:16 GMT -5
Var didn't seem to know how to take Horst's comment at first, almost like she'd never been complimented before. In a moment's time, however, she changed with a flick of the wrist, exclaiming happily that she was, indeed, cheery.
It made Horst laugh warmly again, like a father would at a little girl's speech. It made him feel kind just hearing it.
Var apparently also gained some boldness, however, and was soon raising herself out of bed. For a second, Horst only watched, but then scooped his arm under hers and helped her steady herself. As her feet came to rest solidly on the ground, Horst held her up slightly as she steadied. He didn't try to stop her, recognizing confidence and boldness whenever it appeared, but asked with a little concern anyway, "You sure? I don't want cha' fallin' on me here."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 15, 2012 17:46:23 GMT -5
Var held on to Horst's arm with one hand, ignoring the throbbing in her head that she knew would soon fade.
"This isn't my first time recovering from head trauma," The Twi'lek woman said with confidence as she released the arm again and took a few tentative steps.
Luckily this was vastly better than last time, and she found her movements became quite alive again, confident and capable. She padded her way over to the door and opened it, stepping out in the hallway and coming face to face with Blazinda.
"Oh hi there Dia. Var. Which do you prefer?"
Var shrugged. "Doesn't matter Blazinda. I'm checking out, would you like to come to my apartment for an explanation of everything? Maybe some tea?"
"Sure."
The Twi'lek smiled thinly and looked over her shoulder at Horst, motioning for him to come along as she made her way to the front desk, where she had a minor altercation with the clerk and ultimately won, donning her bedraggled dress once more as she walked barefoot across the city to her apartment with two people and a bird in tow.
At long last she made it to her second apartment, a luxurious affair with a view of the sea out a long window, and she settled into immaculate white furniture as soon as she'd changed into something more comfortable.
Then she looked at the pair of people in her living room and sighed.
"I feel like I still owe some explanations. Ask me anything, and I'll answer honestly."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 16, 2012 17:38:10 GMT -5
Horst laughed quietly at Var's new-found confidence, helping her towards the door, where they found Blazinda. He shared his smile with the tall woman as well, whispering to her as Var battled furiously for her freedom from the hospital, "You've got a helluva friend there." With that, the Selkath released Var, and they were soon approaching her apartment, Horst unbuttoning and un-tucking his shirt in a bid to become more comfortable. He wished he'd brought a change of clothes out of this high-class, suave sandpaper, but such was Manaan.
Var's apartment made Horst whistle, the sound of which reverberated slightly in the room. It was a high-class joint and the view was impeccable. Horst noted all of the fancy furniture and obvious wealth the place communicated; Var was doing pretty well for herself the nights she wasn't frying rapists, it would seem.
Collapsing into one of the couches with a grunt, Horst relaxed a little without looking too comfortable, still not familiar with his environment. Var returned from her changing, sighed, and claimed that she was going to be completely honest.
That suited Horst just fine. Looking at Blazinda, he motioned his hand toward Var, as if to ask if he might go first. When she didn't oppose, he sighed, sat up, and rested his arms on his knees, leaning forward.
He scratched his chin. "Well, I'd say the first question's pretty simple." He looked up at Var's big, green eyes, and asked in a soft yet prying tone, "Ya' used ta' be a Sith. Why aren't ya' anymore?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 16, 2012 17:53:18 GMT -5
Good question.
Var's life-change was complicated. And sudden. It hadn't been a gradual change, but it had been something she'd been building up towards for a long time. She'd been setting herself up to fall away from the path of a Sith.
Now it was time to relate how it had happened.
The pale Twi'lek woman avoided eye contact as she spoke, her silky voice filled with too much emotion.
"When I was a little girl, I was a slave. My owner beat me often, with a whip, with his fists. He pulled my headtails, he pummeled my face. I still have scars on my back because of him. And as if that wasn't enough, when I was six he raped me."
Var's large eyes started to well up with tears and she wiped them away, trying hard not to make eye contact. She felt so ashamed still. Intellectually she knew it wasn't her fault, but in her heart she still felt so dirty. She still felt shame. And she still felt anger, the powerless anger of a helpless child.
"When I fell to the dark side, I felt so strong. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. Instead I set myself the goal of completing my training, going to Tatooine, and having revenge. When I became a Sith, I thought I was ready, so I looked for an excuse. Then I found one, and when I went to Tatooine with Donnie, my friend, I went to his shop full of rage."
Var sighed and made eye contact, albeit briefly. Then she looked away and stared out the window at the endless ocean.
"He was already dead. With a widow and a child. I just... imploded. I toppled shelves, I screamed, I raged. And then I went outside and cried. I cried long and hard. Being a Sith wasn't enough. The Dark Side hadn't made me powerful or given me revenge. It had turned me into a cruel and savage woman. From that day, I stopped being a Sith. I set myself the goal of becoming a normal person."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 16, 2012 22:06:17 GMT -5
So she had been a slave hell-bent on revenge, only for it to have been denied to her. Horst was silent through the story, trying to imagine her life as she described it. He saw childhood beatings and mistreatment of the worst kind, a life chuck-full of misleading ideas and the promise of revenge, and at the end of it all?
The bitter taste of defeat and denial.
Horst nodded slowly as she finished, trying to relate. His childhood had been no cake-walk, and from some of the monstrous things he had seen of slavers in his military days, he had some idea of what she'd gone through. Honestly, to be corrupted that young...
Horst resisted the urge to walk up and hug her. She sounded like she might need it.
With that said though, her story made him that much more proud of her. Var had gone from a defenseless slave to a cold Sith, and despite both, she was now a wonderful young adult with the opportunity to live a normal, happy life.
So, instead of a hug, Horst settled on a sad smile instead.
"I'd say ya' became pretty normal." He clasped his hands together, rubbing them. He looked over at Blazinda to see how she was reacting, and then continued with, "Ya' said somethin' about a guy though... somethin' about... never gettin' to see him again?" Horst took a second to try and remember the small conversation they'd had prior to the Trandoshan. At the time, she'd seemed pretty heart-broken.
"Who was he?" Horst stared her down again, but this time he made a point of trying to look far less intimidating. He only changed his appearance so much thanks to his general physique, but at least he looked like he was trying.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 16, 2012 23:33:37 GMT -5
Blazinda was sitting on the edge of her seat, nibbling at her nails, and when Horst looked at her, she looked back with enormous brown eyes and whispered to him.
"This is way better than the holonet!"
Var ignored the comment, lost in thought over Koeing...
Her relationship with him had been so complicated. It was one part hero worship, one part schoolgirl crush on the teacher, one part true love, and one part doomed love. How to describe it? Var wasn't sure she could do it justice.
She tried anyway.
"His name was Koeing, and he was my Sith master. I knew I loved him from the minute I met him on Ziost. I think he felt it too, but we didn't discover it until we stopped off on Murkhana. I was in the hospital, and when I woke up from a coma he was there, sitting at my bedside. And I was amazed to discover he loved me too. When we kissed, everything seemed perfect..."
The pale Twi'lek pressed her fingers to her lips, as if she could still feel the electric touch of his lips against hers. Just the memory alone yielded a dull tingle and a fuzzy feeling inside her that was impossible to describe.
"He was delayed. When he met me here last week, he ended it. He had to be a Sith, and I was a deserter. He said if we ever met again he would have to kill me. And now I know I can never see him again and-"
Var's green eyes started to fill with tears and she sniffed, wiping them away with the back of alabaster hand.
"And I don't know what to do now. I miss him so much. He was the only man I've ever loved..."
The Twi'lek buried her face in her hands and cried, unable to hold it in. She missed him. She missed the feeling of love, the warmth from head to toe, the electric sensation of being kissed, and the giddy ecstasy of loving and being loved in return.
All that lost. She felt so alone once more.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 18, 2012 16:04:01 GMT -5
Horst could only think of one thing to say when Var revealed the sad truth behind her love; a mono-syllabic response that he said quietly and grimly as she began to sob.
"Oh." With that, he was truly out of things to say.
Horst had no idea what she was going through. He'd barely had enough interest in- well, well enough time for dating in his life, let alone finding someone he could say he truly and honestly loved. If his current relationship was anything to go on, he was about as knowledgeable in the matters of the heart as a pebble.
No, that wasn't right. Pebbles could at least sit quietly and keep from making things any worse. Horst could only hope that he could.
Still, he did just that, hands paused mid-rubbing as his mind tried desperately to think of something, anything to get Var to stop crying. He hated seeing her sad; it was like watching a little girl getting pushed over and not knowing why.
His mind turned out to be about as useful as that pebble, though, and so Horst turned his attention to his instincts; the numerous, infamous little inklings he'd learned to trust in life. He may not have been much of a speaker, but he at least knew that his primitive social patterns were present; if they weren't, he would've been a lot worse at training troops.
Standing up, Horst walked slowly over to Var and cautiously put his hand on her back, rubbing slowly in a circular pattern. Whenever he'd envisioned himself as a father, this hadn't been what he'd seen. The scenes he'd loved to think about included smiles and laughter and amazement, not sobbing and heart-throb and sadness.
Horst sighed. Unfortunately, life was never quite what he expected it to be. But if he could complain, it sounded like Var could write volumes.
He whispered softly, his voice still as unrefined and gruff as it usually was, but surprisingly adopting a caring quality. It didn't sound like he was trying to comfort her so much as he was trying to not scare her.
"Shhhhhh... alright, s'okay..."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 18, 2012 16:19:59 GMT -5
As Horst rubbed Var's back, Blazinda came over and held her hand, crouched next to the chair. It was an outpouring of love and sympathy, which Var needed badly.
Slowly her tears started to dry and she pulled out a tissue from a dispenser and dabbed at her eyes, blew her nose, and did her best to brighten up. She'd been struggling to cope with this for days, without much success. But... The Twi'lek had to admit there were some upsides to it.
Being lovers with a Sith was dangerous, and there was a chance of death. You could be cast aside and murdered as a liability, and there was always that nagging doubt and fear in the corner of her mind, as she realized just how easily Koeing could kill her if he wanted to.
While she doubted she would ever find the right man now, she did think she could resign herself to living alone, to not having someone to hold her when she was teary. It wasn't pleasant, but she did think it was livable. Varulla'aba wasn't some damsel of poetry whose heart would fail at the loss of her lover. She wasn't going to die over it.
Var was a survivor. A strong young woman at her core, who endured through every trial and tribulation. She'd scrape by again.
"We'll find you a nice guy Var," Blazinda said as she patted the Twi'lek's arm. "Don't worry about it. Everything will turn out OK."
Var leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling before nodding.
"Thanks. You're both right. It will all turn out all right. I just need to have... Faith."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 19, 2012 23:22:30 GMT -5
Horst smiled as Var pieced herself back together, claiming all she needed was a little faith.
"Faith." Horst nodded in agreement, unused to using that word for much of anything. He'd never really been a faithful guy, at least in terms of religion or spirituality. Beyond that, he'd never been one to consider the metaphysical; to him, things either were, weren't, or were somewhere in-between.
But he'd always had faith. Faith in friends or faith in a cause or faith in something as simple as a gun.
After all, you could place faith in just about anything.
Horst patted Var's shoulder in support, beaming again. After all of this, he'd truly come to like her; she was everything in the galaxy he put his faith in. Innocence, robbed and corrupted though it might be. Strength, though it might falter and buckle from time to time. And...
Hope. Yes, hope. Being able to look at the future and say "Sure, today sucked. But tomorrow can be better." That adamant trust in the galaxy that made sure it didn't stay in one spot. Life's very energy, he supposed...
Horst snorted softly. She'd got him thinking about hope poetically. Truly, she inspired him.
"Just be careful," Horst warned warmly, his heart swelling a bit. "Hang on to yer friends," he pointed at Blazinda, "Be strong a' heart," he pointed at her chest, "And..."
He paused. That was it wasn't it? Good friends and a strong will. What more could you need?
"... have faith." He sighed, ending his miniature philosophy lesson. He chuckled softly, knowing full well that the way he put it in his dazzling charisma, it probably sounded like something straight out of a candy box. Nevertheless, it was his two cents, and Var was free to do with it as she wished. "That's it. Take it from an old salt."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 21, 2012 22:31:39 GMT -5
"You're not that old," Var told Horst with a thin smile. He might have thought he was old, but he wasn't. Mid-forties at the latest, which in the grand scheme of things was pretty young.
The Twi'lek sank back into her comfortable chair and closed her eyes for a few seconds, promising herself that everything would be OK.
One of her recurring character flaws was short-sightedness. It was very hard to see into the future, and she often found herself acting without planning or heeding the possible consequences. Sometimes she just couldn't control herself. Last night came to mind as an example.
Var needed someone to keep her in check better. Blazinda came to mind, but she was a bit erratic and far too sunny to be relied on for sober advice. Ironically, that was just what Var was good at providing for others.
Physician heal thyself...
A wry smile flickered across her pale lips before they retreated back into the neutral expression she always wore, coinciding with the opening of her eyes once more.
"Horst, why don't you have anyone to love?"
When in doubt, deflect the topic of conversation, avoid engaging on your own issues. That was straight out of the Varulla'aba playbook.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 22, 2012 21:33:50 GMT -5
"Ha!" He wasn't old? Maybe he wasn't, but it didn't much of anything matter. ""In that case, I feel old..."
Var seemed to take a moment to reflect, and Horst smiled at her and Blazinda again before coming to sit on the arm of Var's chair, keeping her in view. He looked out the window of the apartment; the sun was up, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (were there any clouds on Manaan in the first place? Horst had no idea).
That's when Horst tensed as he was asked a very new question; one that made him extremely uncomfortable.
Why didn't he have anyone to love?
Horst sighed, obviously put on edge. His shoulders tensed up and he folded his arms stiffly, ducking his chin in and closing his eyes.
He had no idea.
It wasn't like he didn't try. Horst tried to be kind. He tried to be generous. He didn't pick fights. He didn't even necessarily like fighting (at least not against people he didn't know for sure were his enemies). He tried to be wise, empathetic, and even jovial.
Horst snorted, shaking his head. Yeah right...
"That's like... askin' a Rancor why it's pissy honey." He shook his head a little more, laughing grimly under his breath.
Why didn't he have anyone to love? Because he couldn't supply the sort of relationship people wanted with "love". He couldn't devote every minute of his day to some woman. He couldn't focus his purpose of life on an individual. The only people Horst had ever loved were Rorry, Geog, and the Rancors. Why? Because they had all been like him; determined, bull-headed people that knew what they wanted and could only stand to gain from knowing other determined, bull-headed people.
"... I'm just not a teddy bear. Maybe I've never had time fer' love. Maybe love's never had time fer' me." He sighed, opening his eyes and looking at Var's big, green eyes with his own warm, blue ones...
... and she made him smile.
"Either way, it hasn't been happenin'."
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Oct 23, 2012 4:11:46 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 23, 2012 4:11:46 GMT -5
Var looked a little glum at that.
"Oh," She said in a soft voice. "It will probably be the same for me. I should get used to it."
The Twi'lek couldn't just dismiss that nagging notion that she was an impossible case, and that her first love had been doomed to be her last. She was demanding after all, and needy, and she was caustic enough that it was all but impossible for anyone to get close to her.
Yeah, maybe she was a bit, well, hopeless.
Still, Horst didn't seem to be so bad off. Maybe Var could take him as an example of sorts.
"So tell me, one pissy rancor to another, what do you do when you're lonely?"
Blazinda awkwardly scratched her head and pulled an errant lock of brown hair off of her eyes, and stood, softly saying she was going to make tea.
It wasn't so hard to believe she was backing out of the 'private' conversation in a subtle manner. Or not so subtle. Blazinda was one of those types who tended to be easily readable and not so great at hiding ulterior motives.
With the Force, it was even easier for Var.
She didn't say anything though.
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Oct 23, 2012 21:15:47 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Oct 23, 2012 21:15:47 GMT -5
Horst knit his eyebrows as Blazinda excused herself. "Don't say that," he chided, his tone growing a little instructional. He sounded like he was chastising some soldier for not doing well, but was supporting them enough to them to hope that they'd pick themselves up.
"Don't be like me." He looked at her softly, more advising than scolding. He didn't want her to be like him. He was grizzled, hopeless, and most of all gruff and unwelcoming. It had been necessary for him to become that way; life had forced him to. He didn't want the same for Var. She could stay nice and kind. She could stay happy and cheery.
He didn't want her becoming gruff and unwelcoming.
"I go through life alone n' had ta' drink away my troubles fer' the last four years..." Horst slumped a bit, expressing how tired and deprived that experience had made him. 4 years without a soul to talk to took a toll on anyone. Horst would pretend that he was strong enough to just shrug it off, but the entire effect wasn't something so easily dismissed. He hadn't exactly been much of a smooth talker in his years before that day.
After it? He'd never really recovered.
"Nowadays, I shoot things." That comment made him shake his head, smiling in shame. "I've got a few friends, buuuuuuuuuuuuut..." He sighed, and then looked at her intensely. He was being dead serious about this.
"No matter whatcha' do, don't be like me." He stared at her eyes again.
"Understand?"
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