#vyna: thread

[pcndorica]

[ closed starter || @versios​ ]

There was a reluctance that sat deep within Vyna’s bones. Seeing familiar faces was one thing, but seeing them when they were familiar from different parts of their past, from the good and the bad... it was almost unsettling. But then, Vyna had had years to come to terms with their past, years to interact with fellow defectors, Iden, this Iden, had not. Normally Vyna would have kept to themself, avoided others and simply done their job, but they knew how hard it was to stand on the odd line between alliances, to not truly be trusted by any side.

There was a warm smile on their features as they made their way towards the former Imperial fighter, and Vyna wondered if it would somehow seem false. But still they approached slowly, as if taming a wild creature, not wanting to startle her. “Iden Versio,” they said the name like a greeting, nodding at the woman as they stopped at a fair distance. “It is good to see you on this side of the war.”

[pcndorica]

[ “i’m not going anywhere, i’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.” || @ruthlessren​ ]

There was a smile on Vyna’s lips in an instant; small and barely there, but determined nonetheless. This was something they could understand, could respond to. As often as they tried to find a new way with the rebellion, it was still fighting that felt most natural to them. That thought, however, was enough to almost wipe the happiness from their features. Almost.

Conditioned for war, it wasn’t a pleasant thought, nor was the fact that, no matter how much time passed, it still felt like the most natural thing in the galaxy.

Their hand drifted towards the blaster concealed at their side, slow and subtle, but ready to move in an instant. “I’m sure there are smarter things you could be doing than that.”

[pcndorica]

[ “we all survived, and that’s as close as a miracle i expect to see in my lifetime.” || @mvchinery​ ]

Vyna’s lips pursed in response, eyeing the war hero warily. Was it their place to comment? Vyna hardly knew. On the one hand, Luke Skywalker was still so young, still a boy by rights, and yet he had accomplished so much in his life. Was it right to remind him off those who hadn’t survived? To remind him that this miracle he clung to was hardly a miracle at all. No, after all they had experienced, after all they had seen young Skywalker do, they could not remind him of that burden.

A tense smile, one that didn’t come near to reaching their eyes, was offered with a slight nod in return. “I suppose so,” they spoke, voice quiet and broken, mind whirling with the deaths of so many they could not speak of. “I suppose so.”

[pcndorica]

[ “isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine, but i don’t even know what your favorite color is?” || @crackshotshock​ ]

A huff of laughter escaped them in an instant, easy and well practiced over the years, a natural response to the former shock trooper. To be fair, she made a valid argument. This war took so much from so many, leaving little time for most to socialise, and even less for people like them... Still, they couldn’t help but tease in return, “is that your way of asking what my favourite colour is? Hoping I use it for a passkey somewhere, are you?”

[pcndorica]

[ closed starter || @crackshotshock​ ]

Vyna had expected to see the occasional familiar face, the past was filled with them, especially when they were determined to help the rebellion as they had done the first time they had been here. They had already resigned themself to the fact that it would be hard, awkward even, to see those they had known, even in passing, now ten years older than the first time they had been here. What they had not expected was to see familiar faces that seemed aged too. It was subtle, but when they were always observing, it was enough to stand out, to show they too had come from a time in the future, older than they should have been otherwise.

They were almost reluctant to reach out, to dare stop her. But curiosity, and perhaps more than a touch of desperation for something just as out of place as they themself, had them walking forwards, careful not to startle the former shock trooper.

With an easy smile, Vyna kept out of reach, wary not to end up attacked as they spoke up, not bothering with niceties as they offered something akin to a laugh. “I’m pretty sure you were younger now than you are... well, now.”