@koshouu requested #81 - greek tragedy for rylthos, my warrior :D atrius is super fucking dead
where was the interrupt atrius option in the middle of his villain monologue bioware??? i just envisioned my warrior just straight up screaming and force charging right into him before he had a chance to power up. you don’t fuck with the wrath’s loved ones, he gets s c a r y.
what was it my sister was saying, he protecc, he attacc, but most importantly
“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.” from the angst/fluff prompts?
(Cont’d from here - I told you that I’d continue this sooner, rather than later!)
She couldn’t control her tears, not now that they were finally in the open. She’d been trying to keep herself composed for so long, months of keeping emotions locked away flooding past the gates that had finally been opened.
In the back of her mind, she knew there were some energies upon her. Valkorian had been in her mind for too long not to identify it as a use of the Force. She just didn’t care. She was in no position to, not when she felt beaten and battered, and otherwise useless. A touch against her face, down her neck - rougher than she was used to. A cloth? She only absently noticed it at first, but immediately recognized warmth as it settled down beside her. She ducked her head sideways, burying her face against his chest, gasping for breath as she attempted to calm her apparent hysterical break.
She had no idea how much time had passed, ‘coming around’ to the sensation of a warm hand rubbing her shoulder patiently. Her own hand came up, settling on his chest lightly, scarcely registering that her cuts no longer bled.
The warmth of his was welcome, something that filled an ache in her that she scarcely had acknowledged that she missed.
Her bed always felt so empty, lately.
“…Arcann…?”
“It does not seem wise to pursue that thought, Commander.”
She pouted a bit, dropping her head against his chest again as she lapsed into silence, one that was much calmer than it had been before. She had absolutely been about to solicit him for sex, but she admittedly was greedily soaking in the presence of another while she still could. He seemed quite content to let her have that.
It was some time before she spoke again. “How did you manage it alone for so long?”
She heard the intake of breath, the slight tensing of his hand upon her shoulder. Slowly, he released it, his touch easing as he spoke. “I knew nothing else. Valkorian relied on no one. Since Thexan… neither did I. Not even Vaylin. Senya would not have been more than a passing thought, but for Vaylin’s singular quest to defeat her.” His hand squeezed her arm as he continued. “I have never experienced what you had with Theron, nor with any of the others that stand at your side. It is simple to continue in such a fashion when it is all you have known.”
It had been all she had known for so long, herself. She’d never had anyone to turn to on Hutta, and escaped from her circumstances with the Hutts by her own skill. While she found friendship with Corso and Risha, it was Bowdaar that she had formed a true camaraderie with. The pair worked well, shared a similar past, and seemed to comprehend one another with ease. But even that was not what she’d found with Theron. The two worked naturally, flowing together both in battle and in bed in ways that didn’t seem real. They had clicked from the start, but it was their reunion on Odessen that made the bond deeper.
“It would be so easy to say I wished I had never met him. This hurt would never have happened... but I can’t. I was always chasing the next big prize, in my youth. Chasing credits wherever I could. But I found my prize when I met him.” She laughed then, a genuine one that had been rare to escape her as of late, and she straightened from her spot against Arcann’s chest. “Force, that sounds so incredibly cheesy.”
“And yet, it strikes me as the truest thing you have said in some time,” he countered, looking down at her. “Vayllaa, I cannot begin to explain his actions. But you knew him better than us all. Look past the doubt that threatens to overwhelm you. You know the truth. You simply need to listen to it.”
He was right. Deep down, she did know the truth. She just couldn’t hear it over the endless cacophony of noise that contradicted it.
“’I’d do anything to protect you.’“ The words were breathless, scarcely audible at the level she said it at.
“Pardon?”
“He was telling me then, wasn’t he?” It made so much sense, now. She’d thought he was flirting, went in for the kiss, instead. But he was trying to tell her something. And she hadn’t been listening.
A laugh escaped her, and she shifted once more, this time to throw her arms around Arcann. “You’re amazing! Arcann, you’re a genius!”
As taken aback by the hug as he was, he couldn’t hide his own laughter at her sudden turnaround. “I simply narrowed your focus. The credit is yours.”
She grinned, withdrawing from the hug just enough to meet his gaze. It wasn’t that long ago that she had wanted to strangle him for what he’d done. But now? Force, she could kiss him. “Arcann, if you’re going to give me the best advice I’d heard in months, then you’re going to have to listen to my shitty one. Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person. You made me remember something I willed myself to forget. Thank you.” She did kiss him, but it was one of friendship, of gratefulness, not one of desperation and loneliness like it would have been mere minutes earlier. With one more hug, she hurriedly slipped out of his room and ran to a place she hadn’t dared go to for months.
Shedding her jacket, she slipped into one that was far less comfortable, and certainly fit her significantly less properly. But it, itself, hadn’t been worn in quite some time, either, having lost favor to another red jacket that he’d been wearing in recent months.
It smelled of him, still, and she couldn’t help but smile at the memory it brought forth. Theron Shan’s support had always made her stronger.
It was time for her to return the favor, and show her support for him.
Thank you! I’ll never have enough of gushing about him :D
4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
Seeing what happened with Jomar and Leeha. He’d always assumed the Jedi were right when they said that romantic love led to disaster. But when Jomar asked him not to tell the Council about his and Leeha’s relationship, Zeth suddenly found himself questioning that. It looked like separating the two would leave Leeha without an extra source of comfort and support, leave her more emotionally vulnerable. Maybe… maybe it would be better to stay quiet?
Zeth will always set very high standards for himself and do everything he can to meet them. For almost his entire life, those standards had been the standards of the Jedi Code. But meeting Sith like Praven and Scourge, seeing experienced Jedi like Tol Braga make such huge mistakes… that started to make him wonder if the Code was as infallible as he’d been told. Jomar and Leeha were the final push he needed. It was time to stop blindly accepting the Jedi’s standards, and start to set his own. I don’t think he could ever have fallen for Theron or led the Alliance without that change.
(The only person who knows is Kira, since she accompanied him on that mission and talked him through his existential crisis afterwards. She’s a gift and I don’t know what pre-character development Zeth would have done without her.)
13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
He’s not squeamish - he’s been shot, stabbed, burned, bludgeoned and dropped from great heights constantly since he was a Padawan. You sort of get used to it. It does bother him in a way, though: he’s meant to protect his allies, and, if he can, cause little harm to his enemies. If anyone’s bleeding, it means he didn’t keep his friends safe, or that he’s had to cast mercy aside. Blood means he’s failed.
26. How does your character behave around children?
He flusters. He hasn’t interacted much with kids since he was one himself, and he just… doesn’t trust himself to get it right. How do you keep kids from running wild without being too hard on them? How do you make allowances for them while also not patronising them? So he tends to do what he does in all situations where he thinks he’s going get it wrong: he avoids them.
He really needn’t worry so much; he’s a lot better with kids than he thinks. He’s naturally gentle and affectionate, so once he actually starts talking to a kid, he’s great at making them feel like they’re safe and being taken seriously. Interacting with the kids on Odessen (aka the kids of my other OCs) is helping him stop overthinking it so much, and if he and Theron ever become dads, Zeth will do a great job.
31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
At the end of a day, in his own private space (either his cabin on the Defender or his room on Odessen) spending some quiet time with a book or a fluffy holomovie, and a cup of tea. The presence of Theron or one of his close friends is always a nice bonus, too.
45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
Whatever it means to become one with the Force, Zeth’s content with it. He’s ok with not existing as an individual after his death - if anything, he’d prefer not to. It would take a massive feeling of unfinished business for him to linger as a Force ghost; after how much he’s been through, and how hard he’s fought, he really hopes his life ends with just quiet and calm and rest.
koshouu replied to your post “4,7, & 8 for tacee?”
oh tacee was on coruscant when darth malgus attacked the temple??? interesting!
yeah! i read that hyroh was too, and was like ‘same hat!’ her momma is coruscanti, so she was given to the nearest temple when tylora couldn’t take care of her anymore/found out about her force sensitivity.
for the wip meme: "cry" (i'll be absolutely blown away if that's not in your wips)
Honestly, I’d be shocked if it wasn’t either. *goes to check*
*returns*
okay so uh…I haven’t talked much about this WIP because it’s really coming along slowly and I’m a bit nervous about it? It’s literally the only WIP that has that word in it (surprisingly), and it’s a bit…dramatic
(hint: the name of the WIP right now is fuckedupmortisau, if that indicates anything at all):
Before Obi-Wan could even process what the Son was saying, he was being lifted off the ground by talons grabbing onto his arms. Pain shot through his torso into his spine, and he cried out again, feeling blood dribble out of his mouth and down his chin.
sooo yeahhh….like I said, dramatic, and a very slow fic to write because of Reasons.
