#merrin: thread

[pcndorica]

[ hiraeth (welsh, n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past - @lcstpadawan​ ]

She barely held herself back from rushing towards him straight away, the sight alone bringing a fluttering of familiarity and hope to her heart. 

Could he really be here? Could he have somehow found his way into the past too? Or was she simply imagining what she wanted to see? There had been times, too many to count, when dreams slipped past her, longing to see him, or even Cere or Greez, where reality hadn’t been quite clear enough. Times when she had thought, at least for a moment, that she had seen a glimpse of him. But each time it had been fleeting and her hope quickly squelched. The same hair, the same stature, but it was never him.

But he lingered in the distance, and she could see his face now. Oh, it looked like him, too much like him. Either he had truly found his way to the past or she was officially losing her mind.

She had no control over her body now. She was running before she could ever process it, chasing after that figure that stood there still, that only became clearer with each step she took. It was him, it had to be.

Her arms were wrapped around him before she could even think to find words, eyes clenched shut as she simply held onto him, desperately clinging onto that one part of her past, of the future, that one thing that felt like home.

“Cal,”  it was all she could manage to get out, her voice was muffled against him, and she couldn’t seem to take in anything but the fact he was there. That maybe she wasn’t so alone now after-all.

[pcndorica]

[ "complain all you want, but i know you love it"|| raffi - @mvchinery ]

Merrin couldn’t help the way her lips twitched, hinting at a smile, betraying her complaints so easily. But still she crossed her arms defiantly before her, as she watched the other. She knew nothing of mechanics, a stark contrast to the woman before her. And while she hadn’t planned on learning anything when she found herself in need of the podracer’s help, she couldn’t deny that she was rather enjoying learning; or perhaps it was the company she enjoyed. “Perhaps,” she spoke languidly, refusing to give in entirely. “And you? You love-” she gestured vaguely before her towards where the woman was working “this?”

[pcndorica]

[ “you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight?“ || @cravked​ ]

Merrin’s lips curled upwards into a sinister grin, cold, deadly, a silent reminder of just who the nightsisters truly were. She met the woman’s gaze with ease, slipping into who she had once been without a seconds thought. Energy, fire, the force it all melded together into a bright green flame in her hands as she tilted her head towards the other, curious to see whether or not she had been joking.

“Are you not afraid I will kill you?”

[pcndorica]

[ “you’re just a travelling piece of bad luck, aren’t you?” || @fearlessskywalker​ ]

Merrin couldn’t help but scowl at the other’s words. Who was he to judge her? Who was he to make comments? He did not know her, did not know what she was capable of or what she had done. Alright, so maybe she shouldn’t have knocked into that crate and splintered it into pieces as she was looking the other way, and maybe she should have been more careful than to end up in an alley alone with some stranger in a dark cloak, but she was more than that, and her defiance showed as she stood taller before the man.

“And what would you know of me?” she spoke bitterly, never one to take criticism kindly. But his words still cut deeper than she would like, only making her more defiant. She had known too much pain, had seen too much in those around her, and there would always be a small part of her that wondered if perhaps she was the bad luck that befell those she cared for. After all, how else could she explain her being here now? 

“Are you worried I may cause you bad luck?”

[pcndorica]

[ “sometimes anger and hatred are deserved and right.” || @versios​ ]

Merrin couldn’t help but nod at the other’s words, although she wasn’t entirely certain of their intent. Anger had fuelled her for so very long, it had helped her survive all alone on Dathomir, had given her a purpose for so long. But then, she had moved past that now, hadn’t she? She truly couldn’t tell if she would have made it without the anger and hatred of her youth, but she liked to think she was doing better now. With a nod, she spoke carefully, “Sometimes, yes. But sometimes... I think people use it as an excuse.”