#verse 003.

[avengeus]

@jeditrash said : it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

THE POINTED LOOK the former inquisitor gave her new companion was enough to wither a lesser man in his place. but for whatever reason, the more time she spent on the mantis, the less her looks seemed to work on anyone. . . and it seems to be doing very little to dissuade cal from treating the wound on his side himself. sighing, trilla gave up on waiting for permission, and crossed the distance between her and cal. without so much as a word, she knocked his hands away, and kept them away while she examined the wound, smacking them back if she had to. " make yourself useful and hold this. " she finally instructs, pushing the hem of his shirt into his hands. if cal is going to insist on being stubborn, she's going to answer him with the same energy. immovable object, meet unstoppable force.

stepping away for a moment, trilla quietly gathers the things that pass for medical supplies on the mantis. the quiet horror she'd had at their lack of a proper medbay had faded, and she found herself understanding that resources were one of the sad luxuries of the empire. . . not everyone had everything they needed at any moment.

still, she gathered something to clean cal's wound and something to pass as a bandage, and returned to him, fully ready to tell him off again. it wouldn't shock her if he's gone right back to trying to treat his own wounds. . . cal kestis was never great at following directions.

" i don't understand why you hide your injuries. " trilla admits, perhaps hoping to distract cal slightly as she disinfects his wound, " cere is many things -- but she's not going to punish you for failure. you think no one notices, but they all do. they see that you're hiding something. "

starters for patching up wounds / accepting !!

[canefought]

@wovean    /    ozpin s.c.

“ make no mistake: you strike me down today because i want you to. “

[devncy-a]

cont. | @simon-pl-600

“Oh?”

What an INTERESTING way to say that he’s heard something about Simon. The PL-600 does wonder just who would be talking about him, and more importantly, what they would have to say. But, if Connor is APPROACHINGhim rather than actively AVOIDING him, it seems that whatever the case may be, his impression remains AMICABLE. So, he quickly dismisses the line of inquiries that had automatically registered in his mind. Then, he responds with the smallest UPTURN of his lips.

“I wasn’t aware that the wind could speak. Fascinating.”

There’s a very small upturn to the corners of his mouth as he slowly approaches the one donned Simon. Markus had spoken fondly of him, though Connor and he had never a chance to truly meet. But now that the demonstrations were over, the fighting had ceased, and peace was finally settling upon them all, he figures he ought to make some introductions.

After all, he is the famed deviant h u n t e r. Such a repertoire would be hard to shake, or so he presumed.

“Simon, right?”

He questions, taking a step forward with one hand extended.

“My name is Connor.”

[avengeus]

IT'S QUIETER THAN TRILLA IS USED TO -- in fact, she's not sure she's known quiet like this since her days at the jedi temple. the only sounds surrounding her were the gentle night wind, the crackling of the campfire behind them, and cal kestis's soft voice as he attempted to count each and every star hanging above them in the night sky. her gaze dipped from the glittering stars -- some she knew well from her time poring over star maps as a padawan and even now in her freedom -- as she heard cal's voice falter, and soft beeps coming from bd at his side. trilla shifted so that she could look at cal from her position laid back on the ground of their campsite.

" lost count again? " trilla questioned, finding the tone of her voice much more good-natured than it could usually be -- even on a good day. perhaps there was something to be said for a bit of peace among everything, " are you ready to believe this is a fool's errand yet? "

plotted starter for @jeditrash

[avengeus]

Did you think of Cere as your mother?

TRILLA'S LIPS PRESS INTO A THIN FROWN, clearly uncomfortable by the very suggestion. or perhaps she's made uncomfortable by the memories that flood back -- her master's nimble and surprisingly gentle hands weaving braids into her hair.

" i did. " she finally sighs, " she was the closest thing i had. she raised me more than anyone else did -- yes, she betrayed me. but she also was one of very few people to ever see me. the memories aren't all terrible. . . she held my hand, braided my hair, wiped my tears, taught me what i knew of the force. . . i always was so certain that she cared. under everything, i didn't waver. i believed in her. i had faith that she would protect me. . . and if that is not what a girl longs for from her mother, i don't know what is. "

trilla, looks down at her hands, trying to ignore the water pricking at her eyes. there was a reason she often avoided thinking about cere if she could -- compartmentalizing deep into her own brain, or finding something or someone to slice in half to distract herself. trilla suduri did not do well when she allowed herself to think this deeply.

" what do you do when the woman who raised you causes you the greatest pain imaginable? and what do you do when she tries to atone for that with someone else? what are you meant to do when you're the child who was thrown away? " the thought alone makes her sick to her stomach -- she doesn't like thinking of cal in that way. the padawan cere didn't fail. the one cere cared enough to save. " if you ever find out, you'll have to let me know. "

send my muse anons about their relationships / accepting !!

[avengeus]

@fairyt0ld said : [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something -- korkie, considering trilla kinda adopted his kid and all

" MARA -- ! " it's an instinct, a reflex at this point, to call out to the girl moments before she did something foolish. never did she think the nameless child from the fortress would have wormed her way into her heart in such a way -- but mara jade was directly responsible for the rise in her blood pressure these days at the very least. although, a warm hand on her shoulder stopped in her tracks, and trilla felt her spine go rigid at the sudden touch.

she whirled around to find herself facing mara's father -- korkie. for a moment, trilla froze, still quite unsure of the dynamic between them. after all, who would want a former inquisitor influencing their child. still, her defensiveness won out and her arms folded.

" fine. but you have to clean up whatever she destroys. including the bodies. " 

non-verbal angst prompts / accepting !!

[avengeus]

@alootus said : “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ”

NAILS DUG HARD INTO THE PALMS OF HER HANDS -- pressing reddened half-moon indentations in dark skin. the pain pricked at the edges of her nerves, a familiar feeling that centered her spinning mind. her shoulder bare, empty now from the warmth where she'd jerked away from padmé's hand. the tension hang thick in the air of the safehouse they holed up in, and still she couldn't look the other woman in the eye. the hurt in padmé's voice was achingly clear, and it clawed at the ruined muscles of trilla's heart.

" i'm not afraid. " the former inquisitor lied, teeth gritting with the fangless rage that curled around the very fear she denied. oh, she was afraid. she was terrified. . . of the very woman behind her. padmé naberrie. terrified of the kindness and warmth she held in her, terrified of the way she continued to see trilla as someone deserving of any of that after what she'd done. what she'd become. terrified of hurting her.

her boots click as she places distance between them, unable to stand the radiance of the other. trilla suduri retreated into the darkness: where she belonged. padmé belonged in the light. . . she would not drag her down alongside her.

" you don't need to know everything. perhaps i don't want to speak of it. any of it. "

prompts for the feels / accepting !

[avengeus]

@mutatiio said : “can you stand?” ( from bode :) )

" YES. " trilla bit through clenched teeth as she gripped the wall of lucrehulk, immediately trying to pull herself up from her prone position. alright, maybe she was coming around to this blaster business -- considering bode had just barely managed to shoot down the bedlam raider who'd swiped her off her feet. quite the mistimed parry on her end. nothing she'd be admitting out loud, though, especially as she managed about five seconds putting weight on her leg before stumbling to her knees. hissing in pain, trilla had to assume something was broken. . . that, or she wasn't able to take hits like she used to be. " . . .no. "

despite the fact that she amended her earlier statement, trilla didn't show a single sign of accepting help. " go. cal needs you more than i do. i'll get myself out. "

how she intended to do that, remained a mystery, even to her. . . but trilla suduri had survived much worse. and if she had any say in it, she'd be continuing to do so.

hurt & comfort starters / hella accepting !