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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 6, 2012 22:43:22 GMT -5
They do! Var wanted desperately to blurt out. Of course bad people cried. Everyone cried, didn't they?
It was silly anyway. Crying didn't somehow undo the fact she'd just murdered someone, butchered him in an alleyway. Feeling remorse didn't make her a good person, it just made her a bad Sith. A bad Dark Jedi. A bad whatever it was she was now. If she'd had a lick of self-respect she'd have used that hatred to her advantage, holding it in. She should have felt a happy surge of satisfaction over her handiwork.
Instead... Well, this wasn't what was supposed to be.
Her tongue twisted around as she made several abortive attempts at a rebuttal before falling silent, though something promptly distracted her.
There was the sound of footsteps and a raised voice, then the door swung open and in came a certain half-Epicanthix mechanic, her hair an unruly mess and clearly wearing pajamas with a pink pony on them holding a balloon. On her arm was a large black raven, which flapped her wings and immediately swooped over to Var, landing on her and nuzzling her cheek with its beak.
"Oh my god, are you OK Dia? They called me a while ago and said you'd been hurt, so I came immediately, and I brought Eleanor!"
Blazinda Kast swooped over almost as fast as the bird and promptly fawned over Var, and for once the pale Twi'lek simply lay back with a weary half-smile and submitted to the deluge of words sent her way.
"They said your name was Var, and that was a big surprise to me, but gee, I was so damn worried when I heard. You are OK though, right? Everything where it's supposed to be? No brain damage? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"It is my name, and three." Var said as she shot an apologetic look to Horst.
Only then did Blazinda actually take note of the man and promptly waved.
"Hi there."
"This is my... friend, Blazinda. And this is-" Var paused. "I never caught your name?"
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 6, 2012 22:56:47 GMT -5
For a moment, Var looked like she was trying to argue. Horst's point hadn't exactly been bullet-proof, but he seemed to have gotten his point across.
She's not a-
The door burst open, and through it came a tall woman clearly straight out of bed and a pitch-black raven. Horst stood up from his squat, a little surprised. The bird swooped up to the Twi'lek and promptly nuzzled her, and right behind it came the woman, who seemed to call Var something else.
Dia? Horst raised an eyebrow at that, but quickly stowed his curiosity. If he got the chance, he might ask later, but for now he was quiet and let the trio have their moment. Var reclined and smiled wearily, however. That made Horst smile as well; bad people didn't have others that loved them. He wasn't sure if she was a good person, but then again he wasn't, and he hadn't been too evil tonight.
Before he could think about her any more, the small reunion was disturbed when the tall woman looked up at him, greeting him with a tone that made obvious the fact that he was an outsider. Horst shuffled his feet, gaining a little distance from the bed; he didn't want to impose. Var tried to introduce him, but then she recalled that she didn't actually know his name yet.
"I'm Horst. Horst Stellar." Horst smiled kindly, bringing out a hand in an effort to shake the pajama-clad woman's. From what he could tell, she cared deeply about "Dia", and that made him happy. Var seemed like the type who could use a good friend, and the fact that she had one relieved the ex-smuggler a little.
"I found, uh, 'Dia' here in an alley with some creep. She... fainted." He looked over at Var, doing his best to ask her with a flick of his eyes in the woman's direction if he should be keeping quiet as to the actual nature of the night's events.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 6, 2012 23:12:18 GMT -5
Horst. There was a name to match the face.
Blazinda immediately showed worry at the mention of the creep.
"Did he hurt you Dia? Did he? And you said your name was actually Var, what's going on here?"
The Twi'lek sighed and devoted her full attention to Eleanor for a few seconds, kissing the bird on the beak and stroking her sleek black feathers. In her mind she was weighing her options, and deciding to come out for honesty.
When she spoke, it poured forth like water from a broken dam.
"My real name is Varulla'aba, not Dia Amersu. I spent the better part of the last decade as a Dark Jedi and a Sith. I quit the Order a few months ago and went to Coruscant to find my mother. I got caught, and after a trial was sent to prison. My friend broke me out and I came to Manaan to start a new life. I'd thought I'd changed, and that no one would ever know. I was wrong."
Blazinda stood there, arms dangling by her side mutely. After a very long moment, she had just one thing to say.
"Huh."
Var raised the eyebrow tattooed to her face.
She sighed and looked to Horst instead.
"I still owe you Horst. You could have made things real hard for me, or let me die back there. I pay my debts."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 6, 2012 23:23:21 GMT -5
Horst reclaimed his arm slowly as Blazinda asked after Var's name. For a moment, the ex-smuggler tried to predict what the Twi'lek would say. Would she lie?
Not at all. That won her points in his book.
For the next few seconds, the room was silent with the aftermath of the explanation. The sounds of the hospital were audible past the closed door, but no one in the room itself, not even the bird, made a single, solitary sound.
"Huh."
That about sums it up. Horst imagined that if he had been in the same spot, knowing Var for however long thinking her name was something ridiculous like "Dia Amersu" and not knowing her rather complicated past, that was probably one of the better reactions he wouldn't have had.
In fact, he imagined himself being very hurt.
Var sighed, and then insisted again that she owed Horst. The ex-smuggler readopted his tone of zero-argument, but smiled at her this time.
"Again, you don't owe me a damn thing." His eyes darted over to Blazinda, who seemed to still be recovering from some shock. He raised a hand and pointed at her with his thumb.
"Seems like you have enough debts as it is." His frowned a little, feeling genuinely sorry for both poor Blazinda and her now-somewhat-shattered reality, and Var, who now had to go through the unfortunate process of trying to secure her friendship. He hoped she could; it was a tough enough world without a good shoulder to cry on.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 6, 2012 23:37:50 GMT -5
Blazinda suddenly started to chuckle.
"I remember you now, on the Republic news channels. Name just didn't click. I can see why you left it behind."
If there was any one thing Var had learned about the bubbly mechanic, it was that she adapted to change in record time, and with a smile. Be that as it was, she hadn't been expecting such a turn-around.
"You're not mad?" She asked hesitantly.
"Ha, not really," Blazinda answered cheerfully. "I'm never mad. But I think you two aren't quite telling me the full story, and I think I'm going to head outside for some fresh air. So you two can, y'know, talk."
The curvy mechanic paused in the doorway for another second and then vanished from sight.
Var looked at Eleanor, and Eleanor looked at Var. The avian half of the duo cawed curiously and was promptly kissed on the beak once more. Then the Twi'lek directed her full attention onto Horst, as she did not believe everything was even.
"I owe everyone," She said bitterly. "I spent years of my life hurting other people and looking out for only myself. I didn't care about a single person besides me. Now..."
The pale girl stared at the wall, trying to formulate her thoughts properly. She failed, and instead rambled.
"I was a slave growing up, to a cruel master. I'd never realized I was becoming a slave to my own emotions. Now I'm trying to break free, but it's so hard. It's so hard to undo what I'd worked so hard to learn. I- I wish I could just say I was drunk and write it off that easily, but I can't. That's my soul. It's dark and bitter, and violent. I'm a dangerous woman."
Eleanor made a curious metallic gurgle of sympathy.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 6, 2012 23:59:07 GMT -5
"Like the rest of the people in this galaxy aren't?" Horst sat down on the end of the hospital bed, one hand holding the other's wrist lying on top of his thigh, looking at Var and her raven intently.
"I've met a lotta' people Var. I've shot more than I've drank with." It was one of the sad facts of Horst's life; he'd undoubtedly killed more souls than he'd saved. And for what? Flags? Politics? Money? Just something to try and give him direction? If Var had a dark, bitter soul, than she was in good company.
"I never did it that... mystically, but I've been there." Horst sighed, finally allowing himself to slump, revealing how tired and tried he'd been made thanks to tonight. Shock took its toll on more than the just the mind.
"I don't know where you got this fairy-tale image of tha' galaxy being filled with good people, decent people, but..." He didn't bother finishing his sentence. In truth, they weren't too far apart. Var was trying to reform herself from her past, and in a way, so was Horst. Up until Geog had died, he'd been a pretty optimistic guy (still a bull-head Bantha, but at least he'd been a happy one). Since then, however, he'd changed, and that had always bothered him. He didn't wake up seeing the world as a place of opportunity and people anymore. Instead, he woke up and tried not to gag on the smell of a selfish, murderous pool of sewage. He hadn't given up entirely, luckily, but that shine, that sparkle, that hope to see things get better...
... It had ebbed. And that made Horst feel old and bitter.
And he'd be damned if he would let her be like him. Not yet at least.
"Believe me. Most people wouldn't try to get any better. You are, and that means something." He looked at her with a sad, kind expression; the type that communicated an old, resigned hope that someone would turn out well.
Or at least, turn out better. Horst would be happy with better.
For a moment, he was silent. Then he smiled widely, trying to look genuinely happy. "Besides, no one's perfect."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 7, 2012 0:11:57 GMT -5
Var frowned.
"I don't have some fairy-tale idea."
The Twi'lek woman glared non-directionally, clearly not pleased with the way that had gone. She decided that it would be better if she pulled out some context so he got exactly the idea of what she was dealing with, what Var saw.
"When I was a little girl, it was a good day when I didn't get beaten. On a bad day, my back was whipped until I had bloody gashes that stung with every grain of sand that lodged in it. I grew up afraid of people, frightened and timid. When the Jedi finally took me in, I was ready for some love. Instead I got a master who was never pleased with anything I did. Then when I fell to the Dark Side, it taught me to trust no one. My own best friend tried to kill me. I started seeing danger everywhere, threats everywhere. Even now I don't look at someone the way Blazinda does and ask myself if I can make friends. I see a world full of dark and scary people, dangerous people."
Eleanor lightly pecked Var in the ear cone and the Twi'lek instinctively petted the creature, who gurgled with pleasure.
"I've tried to grow past that, but there's no fairy tale life here. I'm under no delusions some handsome prince will sweep me away to a far-away kingdom. I have to work for every thing I get."
For a second Var's heart strayed, and she wished life was like a fairy tale. She could vaguely recall one from when she was a Youngling, when another fresh arrival had retold her favorite story. A beautiful young maiden met a prince, and he took her to his castle.
Var couldn't remember the story.
What a way to disappoint children...
"I just don't feel like I've worked hard enough."
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 8, 2012 9:49:03 GMT -5
Horst was quiet after Var explained her past. To be fair, he simply couldn't measure up; growing up on the streets of one of Coruscant's less policed levels had been awful, sure, but at least he'd been saved, so to speak.
Var had taken it all on her own. Horst frowned.
But she's trying. That's what counted. Horst didn't care about a person's past the way others seemed to. To him, a past was just that; the past. You couldn't change it, you couldn't ignore it, you couldn't leave it be, and you couldn't abandon it.
All you could do was acknowledge it and move on. That's what he'd done, and that's what he hoped Var would do.
Horst smiled. "And that's why I like you." The smile was genuinely happy; Var had been through a lot, and the ex-smuggler was betting she was probably worse off for it, but nevertheless she had the desire to be better; that one simple drive to improve herself, her life, and her world in general. It was a sort of basic sentient instinct that Horst hoped she'd never lose.
For a moment, Horst considered opening his mouth again and preaching that the past didn't matter so long as you had that desire. But he stayed quiet; that was a lie, and he knew it. It forced him to think of his own past; a crime-lord still on the prowl for him, a pile of dead friends, a life spent shooting and killing, and nary a soul to actually share it all with.
He'd never admit it, but Horst was lonely. Ethan and Bit were good friends, but they were a far stretch from being his brothers. Not yet.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 8, 2012 14:54:11 GMT -5
Var's jaw hung open.
"How," She demanded, "Can you like me?"
She closed her mouth and pressed slender white fingers to her lips, mentally wracking her brain for the words that would express her thoughts perfectly. Alas, 'what the hell?' was not suitable. She was incredulous. Quite incredulous.
Hadn't he witnessed her murderous rage? Her foul actions? She'd seen him standing there, frozen in terror. Undoubtedly he'd wanted her to die as bad she wanted it herself. So how could he say such a thing?
Var opened her mouth to speak again, failing to properly get a sentence started several times before finally achieving a modicum of success.
"Are you... mentally capable? We were both present at the same event? You know I used to be a Sith? So how can you... 'like me?'"
The Twi'lek rubbed her eyes as she leaned back in the hospital bed, wondering what exactly was the deal here. Why could he say such a thing? If she didn't even like herself, how could he like her? It just... Didn't make sense. It didn't make sense.
Var moved her hands away from her eyes and stared at Horst intently, awaiting his response.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 8, 2012 16:06:41 GMT -5
"Simple." Horst stretched out his arms, which had fallen asleep. Was it really that shocking that he liked her? Did she really have so little faith in herself? Sure, she had been a Sith. Sure, she'd electrocuted a man to death in cold blood (something that Horst was certainly factoring into this equation), and sure she'd probably killed numerous people over her time.
Did that make her a bad person?
"You're not happy with yer'self, and you're tryin' to get better." Horst shrugged. "After that? Everything else doesn't matter as much." With that, he sniffed and wiped his brow with his wrist, and proceeded to stare out the window. The sun was beginning to rise over the vast ocean that encompassed Manaan, and to say it out-did every other sea-side sunrise in the galaxy was an understatement. Water as far as the eye could see played host to vanishing and appearing little specks of glowing sparkles, like someone had scattered diamonds and mirrors the size of pennies all across the surface of the sea.
It was as if the planet held tiny jewels in its murky depths, the likes of which could only be seen at sunrise.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 8, 2012 16:24:59 GMT -5
Var wasn't satisfied by that answer, and she said so.
"I don't think you understand. I'm not a good person. I'm not a likable person. I'm a b*tch, I'm cruel, I have a short temper. I hurt people, and I deserve to be hurt. I don't deserve to be liked."
The Twi'lek sat up again and raised her voice slightly, inflamed by emotion.
"I don't deserve your admiration, I don't deserve anything!"
Var sank back into the bed and covered her eyes with a pale hand, grimacing. She wasn't really making any good argument for herself. It was her self-hatred talking. She didn't love herself, especially not now, and she couldn't understand how someone else could.
"Why do you care about me?" She asked in a pleading tone, the voice of a little girl who didn't understand. "Why do you like me? Why?"
There just had to be some other reason. Var couldn't understand why he felt that way. There needed to be some deeper reason, some more profound reason. And she needed to know it.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 8, 2012 16:42:06 GMT -5
Horst sighed as Var reduced herself to pleading, knocking herself down a few notches as she labeled herself as an awful person. Horst was tempted to stand up and stop her, but instead he merely got up from the end of the bed and walked over to her side; the same side as her raven, which he observed curiously for a moment.
As soon as Var stopped her pleading, Horst closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why did he like her? It was a good question, and definitely not one he could answer with detail. By all rights, he probably should have feared her or hated her or maybe even tried to kill her by this point; indeed, he'd already considered all three.
And yet, he liked her, nice and simple. It took him a minute to try and think of the words to communicate his feelings. In truth, he didn't totally get them either, but he'd learned a long time ago that you didn't necessarily have to understand a feeling just to feel it.
"I like you..." He put his hand on her arm, below the raven perched on her shoulder. "... because... you're actually pretty nice." He spoke slowly, obviously still putting the sentence together as he spoke it. Horst could practically hear her protest, an argument undoubtedly like the one she'd just put forth, naming her flaws and downgrading herself.
So, he quickly added, "And I don't tend to care much about pasts." With that, he relocated his hand to his pocket, looked down at his boots, and was quiet, still expecting some form of defense or attack against herself. But he meant it.
For once, he didn't care. He'd seen enough of her to form his opinion, and all the persuasion in the world wouldn't deter him.
"Ya' have emotions. So what?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 8, 2012 17:24:43 GMT -5
Nice?
Var sat there mutely, struck dumb.
Nice?
She'd literally burned a man to death with lightning after chasing him down. She'd been a Sith, a trained Dark Side force-user. Yet he said she was nice. She had a short temper, she was introverted, she was neurotic. Yet he said she was nice.
It was something she just didn't understand.
But she had the distinct feeling they could go back and forth saying the same things for hours and not get anywhere. He liked her, she didn't see how. That seemed to be about the size of it.
Var lapsed into silence for a few long seconds, not sure of what to say. Maybe trying to move on, trying to build off of what he said instead of squabbling over the same ground again?
She had emotions. So what?
That seemed like something to build off of. It made sense to build off of, as she had trouble controlling those. Of course she had the distinct feeling he'd give her a free pass...
No. She would ask another question.
"I heard your voice. I saw your eyes. You hated me. So why didn't you leave me there? Why didn't you kill me?"
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 10, 2012 21:18:29 GMT -5
"Oh, I saw." Horst chuckled grimly, the way someone did to laugh off stress and communicate displeasure with a topic. Like her or not, he'd seen what she'd done; killed a man in a way that had, quite frankly, terrified him.
And Horst Stellar hadn't been terrified in a long time.
"And I considered it. I remember perfectly, imagin' walkin' right up to ya' and..." Horst's fists clenched, and he displayed the motion of snapping someone's neck, smiling in a half playful way and a half regretful way, like he still had his doubts. He didn't though; it was just the fear talking. The truth was that like her though he may, Horst was still a little afraid of Var, the way a child liked a warm heater but feared to touch it.
She was nice, but she was dangerous.
He sighed then and slumped a bit, revealing how much stress he'd been cramming into himself, and how badly he needed to let it out. In all honesty, he was tired, and he considered for a moment simply ending the conversation and taking a nap.
But no. He had to speak to Var. It sounded like she needed it, and furthermore...
... well, furthermore, he liked her. Despite her extreme homicidal ability.
"But," Horst sighed again, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wipe the image of the Trandoshan frying alive from his mind. "I guess I'd do... 'that' too if I could and was nice n' angry." That thought got him smiling and even chuckling a little as he imagined all of the people over the years he'd have liked to zap with a few amps. It was grim humor, but Horst's warm hum of a laugh spread softly through the air anyway.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 10, 2012 22:14:29 GMT -5
Var shuddered at the phantom sensation of fingers around her neck, cringing at Horst's pantomimed motion.
So easy to take a life. One little motion and she could have died. And while she deserved just that fate, she desperately wanted to avoid it. She wished fervently that there was something to live for, but Var could only grimace as she realized now that the only person in her life was Donnie, and perhaps Blazinda.
No one else would truly miss her or regret her death. It made her sad to think that if she passed on, she'd leave nothing behind. No good had been done in her life. Perhaps... Perhaps it was time to change that.
"Do you think that I can still give back? Maybe, maybe I could come up with a charity, to help girls in the Outer Rim attend school, or to stop slavery? Maybe I can campaign against child abuse..."
Var's silky voice was genuinely hopeful. There was a light in her deep green eyes, the look of hope etched on her face. Like the time when she'd left prison, her eyes were opened to the world around her. And now she had a sense of purpose.
"If I die now, I leave nothing behind. It's not too late to change though, right? I have so much to live before. I've been so blind, I can't believe I didn't see it before..."
The pale Twi'lek woman rubbed her forehead and cursed her lack of vision. How could she not have seen any of this before? Why had she waited for such a low to act? Well, she had to make up for lost time now. It was important, for her own soul.
Mentally she promised that as soon as she was out of the hospital she'd do it, she'd start a charity.
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Post by Fromikeable on Oct 11, 2012 15:23:20 GMT -5
"A charity?" Well, the conversation had certainly taken a turn. Horst raised his eye-brows and let his arms hang down at his sides, surprised.
Wasn't Var just calling herself a "cruel b*tch" and other assorted names a few minutes ago? Because the last time I checked, b*tches don't start charities. That thought made Horst chuckle again, this time far warmer and enjoying. He perked up out of his slump, happy.
"Hell yes you can still give back." Horst smiled at her with a jolly expression, like that of an over-joyed father. He knew she was a good person; he'd had a hunch or a feeling or whatever it was called. He'd had it though, and it had been right.
Horst considered for a moment his own legacy. He'd left behind a whole lot of raised chaos, a trail of dead bodies, and a slew of good friends. But the one thing he'd never had was a family; an honest-to-goodness Nova-Mark-card family like the ones that were on the holonet commercials. He knew they weren't real, and he knew he was a fool for ever thinking that he could have one, but that only left him wanting one even more. He hadn't lived that life, and it was too late to try and live it now.
With that said, he'd at least been hoping to be a father to someone. Rorry had been his, so why couldn't he be one to some poor kid? Granted, he wasn't exactly going to be father-of-the-year, but... he would've done okay. At least he thought so...
... he hoped so. Oh well. It was a passed opportunity anyway.
"Just make sure," Horst advised, smiling still, "that whatever ya' do means something. Do that, and you'll give tha' galaxy more than it can handle." He smirked a bit at that, knowing that if you didn't shake things up once in a while, the world became stale and old and lame. Sometimes things could only be fixed by raising a little hell.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 11, 2012 17:52:03 GMT -5
Var stared intently at Horst for a few seconds, noticing something about him, a strong sensation. There was a flood of emotion from Horst, both joyous and... Nostalgic? Wistful? It was like he wished for something more. But she couldn't say what.
The Twi'lek wondered what it could be. What was this sensation gripping him? What was his desire?
"You want something, what is it?" Var asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. In fact, her whole demeanor was changed now. The joy and new sense of purpose had brought out an inner child, a sort of happiness she had hardly ever shown before.
Only now was she healed enough to let those emotions come through.
"I can tell something is on your mind. I just can't tell what."
Did it have to do with her?
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Oct 11, 2012 18:40:53 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Oct 11, 2012 18:40:53 GMT -5
"Hm?" Horst's smile faltered as he was caught off guard once again, forgetting for a second time in recent events that forcies could read minds. Normally he would have been annoyed, like he had been before, but in this case he didn't mind as much.
"Oh nothin'. Juuuuuuuuust..." Horst beamed at Var a little, feeling a little pride in how much he liked her. She was young, beautiful, and more importantly had a future once more. A future full of life, love, and every planet in the galaxy to go out to and change lives.
It made him down-right teary-eyed. He didn't let it show, of course.
What did he feel? Well, he'd got to thinking about his would-be family more. A sweet wife who'd keep him in check, beautiful and kind and smooth to contrast his own... "unrefined" persona. They'd have a few kids, 2 or 3 maybe. The oldest would be a boy, most definitely. Horst would've made damn sure of it, wanting a son to teach to shoot and to wrestle around with and maybe even take camping or see sports games with.
But the idea he was focused on was his other dream-child. A little girl, just like her mother, with big green eyes and a cute sort of curiosity; the kind that would get her into trouble but would make her so likable no one would really mind. And unfortunately for Var, she fit the bill perfectly.
Horst chuckled again, palming his forehead as he noted his own oddity. "You'll think I'm crazy," he laughed, "but if I had a daughter, I think I'd like her to be like you." He laughed a little harder then, happy and humored by his own weird line of thinking and then spurred on by an odd sort of giddy.
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Oct 11, 2012 18:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 11, 2012 18:52:32 GMT -5
Var stared dumbly for a few seconds. She blinked once, but other than that she was mute and unmoving. And then, just like that, she erupted into hysterical laughter.
The Twi'lek was practically doubled over laughing, to the point of startling the raven on her shoulder, who flapped her wings and cawed, as she often did. It seemed as though Var would never stop laughing, but all things came to an end, laughter included.
Alabaster hands wiped tears of mirth out of green eyes, and Var finally got a grip over herself well enough to manage commentary on the hilarious statement.
"I am not the daughter you want. Lets face it, Sith and fugitive from justice aren't qualities you want in a child. Same thing goes for murderer. Then you don't want a daughter who has had... Certain things happen to her," Var hinted at her own past as a child, the scars both physical and sexual she carried. "You want some girl who's functional, not broken."
Var lay back on the bed and moved her raven onto her stomach, stroking the bird's feathers casually as she decided to relay some family updates.
"Besides, you're too late. My mother remarried, a Senator actually. You might have liked her even. She looks exactly like me, except for blue eyes."
Her thoughts strayed back to Terana, still living on Coruscant, and the covert correspondance she kept, through hidden channels. In her heart, she hoped that one day she could return to the Republic, that perhaps she might receive a pardon, and actually make up for lost time with her mother.
She could dream.
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Oct 12, 2012 22:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Oct 12, 2012 22:20:26 GMT -5
"I didn't mean I'd want her ta' have yer' past," Horst responded, crossing his arms as his chuckling died away. He wiped a few tears of laughter from his cheeks before continuing. "I meant I'd want 'er to be this nice after it all." With that, his explanation ended abruptly. Those were his simple reasons, and he stuck by them, like he did with all of his simple reasons.
People made the galaxy way too complicated. Horst would grant them that it wasn't simple, but even still, they over-complicated things frequently. He tried not to.
Var mentioned that her mother, a Senator apparently, had gotten remarried. Horst smiled and snapped his fingers, acting like he'd missed an opportunity, but in reality his mind worked out how hard the truth was here. He didn't doubt that if he could like Var like this despite her past, her mother was doing everything she could to help her daughter. The ex-smuggler wasn't sure about pardons for fugitive ex-Sith coming from the Senate anytime soon (not that the Senate could do much anyway. It took them months just to pick their noses), but he at least hoped the Twi'lek's mother could find little pockets here and there help support her daughter.
Even still, he had to ask.
"Sounds pretty. Ever get to talk to 'er any?" Horst could speak from first-hand experience in saying that you could talk to anyone if you tried hard enough and found the right channels. You also had to, of course, keep quiet and discreet enough about it, and leave no evidence.
The first part was easy. The second? The second took some work.
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