#rishla ilesar.

[knighthimself]

DATE & TIME: 1/17, 12PM   LOCATION: Rishla’s Quarters, the Base TAG: @ilesar​

He knew Rishla would find him at some point, whether he found her first or she got to him. He hoped for the former simply due to the tusked-animal laying on top his stomach on the floor, asleep for some hours now, and illegal for him to move when she was. He came to feed her when Rishla's team never returned, but he never left afterwards, and we'll blame the cat that weighs more than both of them combined. There's enough time now that she's already been debriefed, she knows, but not of him.

He knew who he must speak to first, before joining with the Younglings and Padawans, one of them, even with his rank. From the desk, he can hear the Crystal calling to him, asking him what he will do, a pull of the Force, feel like fading feeling of burning regeneration, refusing to die. Because of her, he waits. Waits for it. He is not standing still, only waiting. Wait until he knows he's worthy of something in his hands that so many have died for, wait until that look in her eyes, even if there is a tug in his chest.

"She's already fed," he gives a few moments after the door opens, body almost feeling as if its floating, having not moved in so long. Then waits a few seconds longer, "And I brought something for you to keep," he nods toward the desk, the Crystal, "Better with you." He doesn't look at her, voice matches her stoic daily cadence, not on purpose. No greeting, because he knows she sensed him.

[nniedra]

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[atticusprior]

DATE & TIME: 1/17, 2:00AM  LOCATION: The Imperial Palace, Coruscant  TAG: @ilesar​​

It began long before he entered the Temple, but the ships landed, he has felt it. A weight against his chest, a pressure, like a hand entering through his spine. A sharp taste. The clawing beneath his skin, arriving before the voice does. A pulling against his veins as he sits in the dark, eyes straight forward. Or, that is all another will see. Look into his eyes and you may see him speaking, may see something, someone laughing with all their teeth, dancing around his side. Do you see his mouth curve? In just the way Kai would like? Just in the way they would, with the hilt of their blade against his back? There's no shock upon his face, only grief, only the expression of someone devoured and they gave themselves up for the slaughter, cut of his head for the feast. 

There will be no sleep tonight, but that was a given, no matter where he was spending the night. You may be able to tell that by the way his skin stretches across cheekbones, the kind of sickly that belongs to those more terrified of their bed than an insomniac. Exhaustion better for his health, if you knew the other options, better than the place just before sleep can arrive. He knows (believes) he's alone at least with his thoughts, would be anyway, but is there not a comfort in Kai being there too, he's not alone, even with their teeth against him, even with their nails in his neck. Is there not comfort, in this kind of love?

In the vaults, time is a distant thing. Three times, he turns to Rishla. Three times, he forgets why he has done so. Three times, it's because of the whispering in his ear, a touch. Watch him hold his chest, as if truly afraid something will spill out. Someone's drilling holes into his ribs and he's not sure the skin will hold. There's never any words spoken when he looks to Rishla, only the hints of movement in his brows, only. It’s a question, when the earliest she plans for them to retreat? He’s asked three times, forgetting he did. 

[knighthimself]

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1. Mathias doesn't know who named him. He doesn't know who found him on the steps of the Jedi Temple (doesn't know why he was left, who did the leaving, or if he had a name before, where he was born), but later, after Order 66, when all he had left were memories and dreams and no name at all that felt like his own. Then, he liked to think Rishla named him, and he became so close many times to convincing himself it was real. Names a sense of belonging he never had, and this is not even close to the first time he turned to an image of Rishla to find it. He feels like he's mooching off of her an identity, leech it off of her because he's never been able to have one himself. But, he wants to, and that's what's important. For all the times she held him on her hip in her lab, in front of the council, repeating her words to them before he knew their meaning, there's safety through her. He has dumped onto the image of Rishla parental feelings he never knew how to express or handle, and it's showing especially now when he has to actually face her, when she's more than a memory he needed to help him survive. 

2. Mathias' fighting style is half-wild, unpredictable, showing a child forced to become half-feral. However, someone Could begin to understand his fighting style if they knew Rishla. Growing up within her lab, around her weapons and watching her use them, he's unconsciously adopted her fighting style as his own in more ways than one. He designed his knives in ways he thought she'd approve, ways he thought she would make them. To see him fight now, you might be reminded of Rishla in her youth, as a knight with her life ahead of her, and all you need on your arm is a sword. He stands in front of armies with one saber, all the confidence of someone that has earned it. See him, and you'll think he learned it from her, even when he's never seen her in a war until now. As a child, he's only seen her fight within the Temples. This opens up all the questions of how alike are they out of proximity or chance? How many within the Rebel Base confused them once for blood, though the two of them don't look alike, are even different species? 

3. One of Mathias' tattoos, though now mostly covered by burn scars, is of Lorrd, over a part of his left torso, over abs. The planet outlined in a phrase he learned from her, in her native tongue. And he hasn't shown it to her yet and he doesn’t think he plans to, but she should be able to see it, if his shirt rids up in a fight, if someone checks to see all the blood and scars his body has collected. She'll see that this tattoo is different from the majority, one of the few with others added to it. One of the few with tree limbs encircling the planet. It looks like her own, from what he remembered of them, first seeing them when he used to sit on her hip, like a homage to it, like a memory, like roots he won't say are roots.

[knighthimself]

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AGE 11: "I haven't told anyone yet, that's what you do with promises right, you can't tell them or they'll become shit? Maybe that's with wishes? Rishla told me that when the Wars are over I can become her Padawan, when all of this is over. So, it's just about waiting now, and a war can't last forever, right? I don't see her as much as I used too anymore, but she remembers everything. So, I'm not worried. She remembers everything.

"I've been practicing, when the kids are asleep, with the sabers we're not supposed to touch. But what hurt am I gonna do? I hope I'm taller then too, when she gets back. I told her I'll beat her in a fight when I'm taller than her. Then, she can't say no to a spar, when I'm taller than her."