Private A Knight's Valor

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Verida Temple
Tag: Valor the Forsaken

“That’s good to hear…” Ko said with a small pause afterwards. Taking in a deep breath to compose himself before acting in a sudden flash his arm snapped forwards toward Valor. Reaching out with his clawed digits before gripping the teen’s ear between his thumb and index claws. Enough to hurt and irritate but not evough to break skin or draw blood. “First thing I need you to know… don’t instigate conflict with other jedi students. Understood?” He asked while still keeping their ear pinched. He would make him apologize to the two padawans he messed with earlier but he was sure Valor felt sorry enough given his ribs and that they knew that too.​

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Ko Vuto

Valor stiffened as his tender ear was caught and claimed. The sudden sting drew him up onto his tiptoes, rising instinctively into the Knight's hold with a sharp intake of breath.

"Ah—"

Not instigate conflict with other students? That shouldn't be difficult… at least in theory.

The pressure sharpened, heat blooming along the rim of cartilage, and he winced as he made a small, cautious attempt to lean back, testing the grip without truly challenging it. His hand lifted instead, slender fingers settling carefully over Ko's clawed knuckles, light and deliberate.

"Alright, alright… you've made your point," he murmured, voice strained. "Let me go."

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Verida Temple
Tag: Valor the Forsaken

Once Ko was given a verbal acknowledgment he nodded to the echani and let go. It seemed to work in getting the desired response from the troublesome teen. “Excellent, you’re already learning fast under my tutelage. Keep it up and you could earn yourself the rank of knight in no time.” Ko jested some with a light chuckle. “Now, if you're gonna be tagging along we’re gonna need to find a way to make that happen.” Ko’s snub fighter only had room for himself and an astromech droid.​

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Valor's hand rose at once, cupping his ear as he worked the lingering sting from it with slow, careful gentle rubbing strokes. A faint flush traced the rim where claw had pressed. He cast Ko a sullen glance from beneath lowered lashes, then retreated several quick steps, just enough to slip beyond arm's reach.

"Make that happen?" he muttered, chin lifting a fraction despite himself. "I don't exactly take up that much space… sir."

The title came a heartbeat late, but it came all the same.

His posture had shifted already; shoulders drawn in, stance straighter, the edge in him filed down to something closer to reluctant discipline.

Ko Vuto