War Doc
Jalen awoke with a gasp, his hands reaching out to grasp at the bed below him as if to just make sure that it was still there. His tall, slender body was clammy, covered in sweat and goosebumps. The blind Jedi Knight was quick to return to silence. He slipped out of bed to ground himself in reality, letting his feet take in the vibrations of the room so he could begin to properly use Force Sight again. He moved over to his dresser and threw on an undershirt before he exited his bedroom and went out to the kitchen.
The young man's living arrangements were modest, even for a Jedi. Perhaps that was just the nature of his existence. He had little need for decorations that he couldn't enjoy. The various pieces of furniture he did own were all miss-matched, things he was gifted at various times that were never intended to be a matched set. The tall Jedi lumbered his way over to his caf machine and slowly began to brew himself a glass.
He hadn't had that dream in a while. There was nothing in the galaxy that Jalen feared more than fire. The way that it left absolute destruction in its wake while being void of hatred or spite... perhaps that made it more terrifying. He could understand a Sith. You couldn't barter with a force of nature. What all of that ultimately manifested as was a fear of himself. Control and creation of fire came very naturally to Jalen in a cruel twist of fate. Maybe one could see the irony in it all, but it really only ever made Jalen anxious of what he might be capable of. It was the reason he had trained so diligently as a padawan. To his credit, he hadn't had the dream in a while...
The dream where he burns everything around him to ash.
By this point now it was a fear he knew would not become a reality. Unfortunately, despite his rational mind, organic beings were never perfect. He picked up his mug when his caf was done and moved to his futon, the convertable sofa covered in a soft reddish fabric. Upon closer view it was clearly meant to sport the pattern of a pepperoni pizza. On one end of the sofa was a pink pillow covered in dark purple hearts. On the other was a green pillow, sporting festive cartoons of gungans holding candy canes. The mug in his hand was black with the skull of a zabrak before a pair of crossed bones, the words "Number 1 First Matey" written on it. Jalen took one sip before letting out a heavy exhale.
He probably wasn't getting back to sleep.
