[ ❛ i break in silence so no one will worry over someone like me. ❜ / ((as meanwhile you get sorted here while I get myself back into the swing of things ☀️💗)) ]
One Sentence Poetry| [Accepting]
Loud noise and sounds echoed around him–music provided by which ever band the owner had chosen today. Yesterday it was Jazz tonight it was something fast paced and the singer was an alien who made sounds that echoed the instruments. It was strange, but unique. The air was heavy with multiple scents including food cooking, the many mixing spirits and just the underlying scent of people, and possibly all the emotions of hope, despair, sadness. It was truly a cauldron of of multiple things all at once.
How long had it been since he had fled the destruction of the Temple on Ahch-To ? He had not bothered to count. He could not go home, did not want to go home. His emotions warred within him and he kept them all bottled, swallowed done. Where he could keep a semblance of balance. Meanwhile, his soul was jagged and he was terrified of what had occurred. Deep down, the part of him that he would never full be able to divorce himself of. He wanted nothing more than to run home, to his mother. However, she was a Senator, and busy. His father had been—in many ways as much a disappointment to him, as he surely was to Han Solo.
The words–or was it thoughts ? Struck a chord within him.
He cast a sidelong glance to the red haired woman and both his brows drew together. Pretty, but there was something about her aura that spoke louder than just the beauty she possessed.
He was a tall lithe man dressed in a dark top, and loose black pants. It was what he had chosen to wear since he had abandoned the Jedi garb that he once wore. With dark eyes, and a likely to serious set to his features. He brushed dark bangs back from his face and leaned forward to signal the barkeep.
The man was an Ayrou, one of the birdlike species from the Moddell Sector. He watched the bar and listened to chatter. It was gathering information no doubt. From what Ben understood of them. They enjoyed knowing things. Still they were peaceful, and if you wanted to know something you found one to speak to. It was in fact how Ben had gotten The Chalice, his current ship.
“I’ll take the Bantha platter, Narth."
Once the barkeeper had turned to put the order in he leaned to speak to the young woman. "I sometimes feel the exact same way.” had she spoken it aloud or had she thought it. Sometimes it was hard to tell because he was close enough to perceive thoughts around him. He usually shut it off. He wouldn’t do that here, not at the Narth’s Nest. When he could possible be wanted. "The key to breaking, is putting yourself back together stronger.“ he said quietly.
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