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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman laid his head back against the edge of the thermal bath, the heat seeping into his muscles, chasing away the lingering ache from their training duel. He closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the quiet serenity before Lysander's questions nudged him back to the present. "Just friends will be coming for now," Roman chuckled, his voice echoing slightly in the open air. "Your sister might kill me if I had a more exotic variety here." He opened his eyes, a mischievous glint in them as he looked up at the dusky sky. "Don't worry though, these girls are easy on the eyes... and they will love the new prince in town."

He sank further down in the bath, the warm water engulfing his shoulders, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. This had been a fantastic suggestion. "Training is good. She's a little more busy now, but we are still making strides towards my Knighthood. Hopefully soon." The words were almost a murmur, his muscles feeling like they were melting into the water. Turning towards Lysander as he reached into his bag, Roman shared a little secret. "We've been helping train this girl from Scilia in secret. She's been doing well, I've told her all about the Prince of Ukatis too." he added with a belly laugh, momentarily clutching at his ribs as they twinged with each chuckle.

Roman's eyes widened as Lysander produced the brownies. "Spicy, huh?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He definitely wouldn't want Corazona von Ascania catching wind of this. He took his portion and promptly devoured it. He settled further into the bath, after a while a sense of profound relaxation washing over him. The pain in his ribs had dulled to a manageable throb, almost a memory.

"How are things on Naboo? I haven't heard much about your training out there." Roman asked, his mind drifting to the beautiful world. His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of approaching footsteps and lively chatter grew closer. He sat up a little straighter, a grin spreading across his face.

Sure enough, a small cluster of familiar figures emerged from the estate. Leading the pack was Bonden, his red Twi'lek skin shining in the fading light. Behind him followed a gaggle of Roman's friends, their laughter and chatter adding a vibrant energy to the already picturesque setting. Among them was Edith, her presence a reminder of the life he had nearly been bound to not too long ago, an arranged marriage he somehow managed to escape from.

Bonden was the first to reach the edge of the thermal bath, a wide grin splitting his face. "Roman!" he said, his voice booming with cheer. "Mind if we join?" Without waiting for an answer, Bonden and the others began to shed their outer garments, revealing an array of vibrant swimwear. Bonden was soon followed by others who jumped into the water with gleeful yells. A few hugged Roman tightly, eliciting a groan that was filled with more playful exasperation than actual pain.

As they settled into the bath, their curious gazes fixed on Lysander. "And who is this handsome blonde?" one of the girls asked. "I don't think I've seen him around before" The other girls agreed, adding their questions on who the mysterious person was. Roman laughed, knowing that this might be more amusing than he planned.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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A light laugh escaped Lysander’s lips as he pressed against the stone edges. His head tilted back slightly, glancing at the space above them for a second. "Kind of funny, ain't it?" he mused, feeling the steam curl around his lithe frame. “ Corazona von Ascania is on the Council, with all her influence, but even so.. still completely powerless to stop what we choose to do. That must suck. Maybe she'll get used to just being on the sidelines."

Relaxing deeper into the bath, he felt all lingering tension begin to release. The Padawan took a second to appreciate the sensation. Something else felt like it was beginning to rejuvenate him. Not only did it wash away the nasty grime from their duel, but now the weight of all worries.

With a sigh, a hand was lifted, examining the nails with interest. The remnants of the clash with Roman were finally fading away. For as long as he could remember, Lysander had always prided himself on his appearance; after all, whether he was picking up food at a market, or enjoying a night out, looking good was simply part of his identity as a von Ascania.

The blonde was well aware of the Jedi's disdain for the pursuit of personal glory and individuality; perhaps, this was why his views on the light side of the Force had begun to wane recently.

Shifting his weight, the water felt as though it were cradling him. It's ok if there’s no exotic available right now,” he said, the smile widening into a grin. "Between you and me bro, I don’t really seem to have an exact type just yet. I can find something to appreciate.. in just about anyone.” He mulled on the very thought.

The mention of Scilia struck a chord within, bringing a hint of nostalgia and allowing memories to resurface. Whether his intentions on some things were pure or not, it was still reassuring to know Roman had his best interests in mind, even when away from each other. “You could pass my ZikZok to her, if she wants to take a peek, or my contact on the HoloNet. I don't mind,” he mused.

It was impossible to resist saying the next words, which were as warm as the water they were soaking in. “I truly believe you will make a good Knight when the day comes.”

There was a peculiar glint in his eye as he saw a group slowly approaching from the distance. A flip of his hair and a nonchalant shrug were given. "I recently started training under a woman named Briana.. She's actually the founder of Shiraya's Sanctuary."

His body began to feel as it was floating, making it more challenging to grapple the complexity of his swirling thoughts. The Padawan presumed it was from the special brownie. “I guess.. I’m still getting to know her better.” He paused, finding it difficult to concentrate. “Or, I suppose we’re testing each other,” he continued with a faint smile. “I understand I'm not exactly the easiest to handle, so whoever guides my training.. they must be strong if I’m actually going to follow their lead."

Lysander leaned back against the smooth, warm stone of the thermal bath; the water was touching his arms as they rested against the surfce. His emerald orbs shone brightly as he watched his brother, Roman, being enveloped in camaraderie and love of friends. It felt nice to see him well received, thinking that he deserved those moments of connection; furthermore, it was also a testament to the charisma of the redhead.

For a moment, he allowed himself to drop his focus on everything else but the scene before him, taking everything in. No doubt, it was a blissful distraction from their shared duties as Padawans. The girls were just as vibrant as their swimwear, holding his attention as he casually let his curious gaze trace their contours while laughter filled the air. There was a touch of intrigue with each glance.

“Hey there, I’m Lysander,” he said simply, his calm voice nearly drowned out by the other sounds. To keep the conversation flowing, he considered an array of different questions. “Is Roman always the center of attention like this? I’d totally love to hear some stories."

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated pleasantly. Lysander's introduction was smooth, almost too smooth, and the redhead shot his brother a knowing look as he asked if Roman was always the center of attention. "What can I say…" Roman drawled, a sly grin playing on his lips.

The girls erupted in laughter, the sound bright and infectious, and immediately pounced on Lysander's question about Roman. "Oh, always!" a girl with blonde hair declared, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. "Remember when he tried to dye his hair blue to match his favorite speeder? He looked like a blueberry that got electrocuted!"

The group erupted in giggles again, and another girl chimed in, "And the time he tried to build a droid and all he made was a bunch of scrap metal that almost set the place on fire?!"

"Hey!" Roman protested, waving his hand dismissively, though a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Lysander, his eyes wide with mock horror, then mouthed a sincere "sorry" as the girls swarmed the plate of brownies, completely ignoring any notion of asking first.

The thermal bath became a cacophony of chatter and laughter, the warm water and the shared treats creating an atmosphere of relaxed camaraderie. One of the girls with bright pink swimwear slid a little closer to Lysander, her eyes sparkling with interest. Roman subtly nudged Lysander with his foot, his head tilting towards the girl with a whispered warning, "Don't let it go to your head."

As the initial excitement began to wane, and everyone settled into a comfortable calm, Roman found himself contemplating Lysander's earlier words about his potential as a Knight. The "special brownie" was starting to work its magic, leaving him feeling strangely vulnerable and open. He drew in a deep breath, the warm air a comforting presence. "Thank you for saying I would make a great Knight…" he said, his voice softer than usual, almost hesitant. "Sometimes I don't think I will… but your sister is helping me get there for sure." A small, genuine smile graced his lips at the thought of his own progress.

He turned his attention to Lysander's new Master, the implications hitting him with a gentle thump. "I'm sure if your new Master is the founder of the order, she is strong enough... even to handle the Prince of Ukatis." he said with a laugh, the easy humor now laced with an underlying sincerity. "Give it some time, you both will figure out your rhythm." He knew firsthand how challenging it was to find that balance with a Master, and he had no doubt Lysander would face similar struggles but be stronger for it as well. The sound of girl's laughter and gossip continued around them.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

Laughter bubbled up from Lysander as he absorbed the vibrant energy before him. The stories from Roman’s childhood were very similar to some of his own. His eyes sparkled with mirth as he recalled his own mischief. He’d been quite the trickster back on Ukatis– a young boy armed with charcoal, drawing smiley faces on droids, or on the shields of knights in the armory at a tournament, and then blaming it all on his sister.

The amusement was interrupted as his gaze fell upon the group suddenly flocking to the plate of spicy brownies. In that split second, he mouthed ‘Oh chit’ back to Roman, almost as if begging the older Padawan to intervene before they devoured all his baked goods.

Remaining present in the moment, he allowed the warm water to continue swirling around him, before feeling a subtle tap on his foot. He easily played it off as nothing. Glancing towards the girl that was drawing closer, he gave a knowing look to Roman. It then felt like their competitive duel earlier had been something more, and now the others within the bath were the spoils of war.

Another layer of calmness enveloped him. Lysander couldn't quite remember how it happened, as his mind floated between in and out of reality, but suddenly, his focus centered. The girl in the pink swimwear’s presence had apparently lured him closer. His thoughts briefly shifted to the warmth radiating from her body, his fingers grazing along her side, tracing lines in intimacy that felt as natural as breathing for the blonde Padawan; and in truth, he found the touch more appealing than the steam rising from the waters now. Instead of his heart racing from sparring, it thumped steadily with intrigue.

In a more casual manner, his head tilted, returning his attention to Roman. “I’ve questioned it myself at times, but then again, many in the enclave seem to do so with me.” His shoulders offered a quick nonchalant shrug. “But, I think you actually have all the desirable traits to become a Knight. Are there any specific Force abilities you’ve been practicing? It's always good to add something new to the arsenal.”

Taking another deep breath, he reflected on the dynamic between him and Briana. In his current tranquil state, the words that followed forth were more honest. "You know, I've been trying to make Master Briana’s life absolute hell during our recent missions. I tried to make it like a test of my own, to see if she would break under pressure or something.” He paused, brows furrowing. ”But somehow, she still manages to be friendly, like none of it happened. It’s.. it’s actually kind of impressive. And well.. weird too. But not in a bad way or anything.” A grin flashed. “Oh yea. She also has this book on Djem So. I'm planning on diving right into it when I get back. I’d be more than happy to get you a copy.. or even practice the form with you sometime. But I guess Cora shouldn’t know about that either.. I don’t want to use training sabers.” Another pause. “What kind of training does my sister put you through? Is any of it actually.. challenging?”

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman watched with a bemused smile as the "special brownies" were clearly doing their work on his friends, the easy banter now tinged with a hint of the surreal.

Roman's mind went blank for a moment, staring out past the others and into the distance, at nothing in particular. He blinked, shook his head subtly, and forced his attention back to Lysander. "Yeah!" he replied, the edge of his voice still soft from the earlier heartfelt exchange. "We've been focused on healing as of late. After Tython and seeing so many of us in the New Jedi Order get hurt, it made me feel helpless on the battlefield." His gaze drifted again, the image of wounded Padawans flashing through his mind, bodies broken and battered, spirits crushed under the weight of the Dark Empire. He shook it off, the warm water a soothing balm on the memory. "I need to focus on my skills with a lightsaber though. Today helped with that." He'd always had a natural connection to the Force, finding it came as easily as breathing, but he'd neglected his physical training, letting his lightsaber forms become rusty. It was something he was actively working on, knowing his Knighthood depended on it. He had to be more disciplined.

Roman chuckled, imagining Lysander actively trying to make Briana miserable. The thought was almost comical, envisioning the stubborn Padawan trying to ruffle the feathers of the unflappable Master. "By all means, send that book my way," Roman said, grinning. "I'll study it with you. Then next time, maybe we can actually have a decent duel with Djem So." He relished that challenge, knowing he needed the practice.

He considered Lysander's question about Cora. With a sigh, Roman shifted his position slightly, feeling the warmth of the water against his back. "Cora isn't putting me through rigorous training like those in the Temple. I'm an older padawan at this point. It's more like… she's guiding me. Like she's helping me refine and polish my skills, and figure out the kind of Jedi I want to be." He paused, choosing his words carefully, "She's preparing me to not only be a Knight, but a teacher as well. She's trying to help me find my place."

Roman tilted his head, trying to decipher the underlying meaning in Lysander's words. "Challenging your new master though?" he asked, his lips curving into a sly smile. "Trying to see if she'll break? Why are you trying to push her away?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander eventually leaned back, sinking deeper and basking in the thermal bath’s warmth. The boundaries of reality blurred as laughter and voices faded in and out. At times the entire world faded into a mere whisper. The girl in the pink bathing suit settled into his lap eventually; her laughter rang out, but rather than be drawn in by her charm in that moment, he found himself focused on Roman’s presence across the pool.

Healing. He had never considered that path as being desirable; it felt too.. passive, too forgiving. It lingered just outside of his mind. Lysander was curious about Tython, as he’d already heard a handful of tales, and there was an urge to delve deeper the topic. However, instinct held him back, telling him to restrain from digging too deeply, as it was surely a sensitive subject.

“I think you have a good heart, Roman,” he said, his voice a calm “But for me, I guess I’m drawn to the idea of being in the midst of battle, facing everything head on, whether it be through words or with my blade.” The girl on his lap giggled, but to the Padawan, her laughter simply blended into the noise of everything else around them.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. “You know,” he began, “my focus outside of the Holotexts has been on honing my lightsaber skills. Beyond trying to understand the complexities of diplomacy and all its nuances, dueling stands out as my main interest I guess.” A flicker of light danced in his eyes at the thought. “Balance has been really challenging, though,” he continued, running a hand through his hair. “I spend the entire day training and studying, yet still, it feels like I’m trying to juggle too much at times."

His gaze turned contemplative. “I’d love to duel in Djem So! But I’ll admit, sometimes I just don’t feel like I have the physical strength to do it justice, you know? But it’s another thing I’ve been focusing on, too. I’ve incorporated a lot of physical training into the mix as well.“

The boy’s brow furrowed slightly as he considered Roman's next response, trying to maintain his focus as things began to feel euphoric. "So.. you want to be a teacher, huh? Are you sure that's what you really want? Or is it Cora whispering these dreams into ya ear?" A playful smirk crossed his lips, then chuckled. "Maybe you just need me as your steady dueling partner to keep you grounded! More than just a Master.. Everyone could use a reliable sparring buddy."

His voice lowered when reflecting on his Master. “It just feels so natural for me to desire to take charge. I don’t want to be led by someone I consider weak. It’s hard to explain. I guess it could even be a slight reflection of how I was raised.” His gaze drifted, lost in memories of his youth and the countless lessons from different teachers. “I know that sounds harsh.. But I’ll try not to overdo it.” There was a note of sincerity in his tone.

The topic then shifted. "So, what do you want to do with the rest of the day?”

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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The thermal bath's warmth did little to soothe the complex emotions swirling within Roman as he listened to Lysander. The young Padawan's words hung in the humid air, a mix of bravado and vulnerability that resonated with a part of Roman he thought he had long buried.

"The thick of battle, huh?" Roman finally said, his voice thoughtful, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I used to think the same way, you know? That the only way to truly make an impact was to charge headfirst into the fray. But Tython…" He paused, his gaze drifting towards the shimmering surface of the water. "Tython changed me. It was… chaotic. A mess, really. Rewired my thinking. Now, I'd rather find a peaceful alternative, if I could. Conflict, I've come to realize, is a last resort, not a first. Not even a second."

He shifted slightly in the water, his focus returning to Lysander. "And yeah," he acknowledged, "juggling everything can be tough. I've definitely failed more times than I can count. But that's part of the process, right? It's about figuring out what works, getting back up and trying it again. You can't give up on it. It's like learning new forms, you have to fail, and then you adapt." He looked at Lysander, his expression sincere. "You have a fire in you, Lysander. I can see it. I can picture you as a formidable duelist, both in the training grounds and in any political arena. Your passion for it is a great strength and it will take you far."

Roman chuckled, thinking about his own struggles just a few months ago. "Physical strength, you say?" The corners of his mouth turned upward as a memory surfaced. "I was in the same boat, not too long ago. I was put up against Lily Decoria in an obstacle course. She's a force of nature, Lysander. Absolute beast. It was… humbling. That exercise completely changed my approach to training. I started incorporating more physical work so I could keep up." Roman grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Tell you what, if you send me a copy of the book on Djem So, I'll share my training regime with you. So you can start bulking up like me!" He added with a playful flex of his bicep, his laughter echoing in the forest.

When Lysander questioned his desire to become a teacher, Roman shook his head. "No, not like Cora," he clarified, his brow furrowing slightly. "She's preparing me to take on a student when I'm Knighted, that's all. I've always wanted to pass on what I've learned, to try and make the galaxy a bit better. You know? I want to guide them on the right path that makes them happy. But.. you know.. it's not like that's all I want to do."

He paused, his gaze softening as he considered Lysander's veiled challenge to his own mentors. "You're testing your teachers, I get it. Well, if you think Briana isn't up to snuff, give her a shot. She's the leader of the Enclave, for Force's sake. If she's not strong enough to handle the mighty Lysander, maybe the Enclave is in trouble." He chuckled lightly.

As Lysander asked about the rest of the day, Roman's stomach audibly rumbled, a low groan that was impossible to ignore. He clutched his stomach, embarassed. "Well, sounds like my stomach is saying we need to grab some food and drink," he said, his grin returning. "There's a cantina nearby, maybe we can all head there? I'm starving!" His suggestion was met with a chorus of enthusiastic agreement from the others in the bath, everyone suddenly realizing how hungry they were as well. The initial quiet murmur of the group transformed into excited chatter, the shared craving for a good meal a welcome diversion from the deeper currents of conversation.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander’s brow furrowed in contemplation as the thermal bath’s mists wrapped around them. The weight of Roman’s words lingered in the air, both something he understood, but also a shared struggle to some extent. "The only real battle I've faced was on Naboo," he admitted, his voice steady. “There was this strange portal opening to the Netherworld.. it was chaotic, yeah.. but I still haven’t faced a real battle against another practitioner of the Force user.”

His fingers casually grazed the surface of the water, creating ripples. But it was not for the sake of play that they moved, for in the next moment they trailed down the back of the girl resting in his lap. ”I’ve always believed that battles define us— our strength, our will power. Maybe one day I’ll understand these other paths better.”

The embers of his own ambition flickered brightly at the older Padawan’s words. “Sometimes I don’t see that. A fire? Maybe it’s there.. I do still wonder if I’m doing enough at times. But your faith definitely gives me hope. Honestly, I only see it.. or feel it.. in duels and tactics. Not in anything else. It’s hard to find peace in a galaxy filled with constant war, Roman,” he continued, allowing honesty to spill forth. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t tell Cora this, but it always feels like the darkness is closing in, and sometimes finding light seems impossible. Choosing peace over battle.. I think that’s a fight of its own.”

The name Lily danced on the edges of his memory. “That name.. Sounds oddly familiar. Did Lily specialize in a particular form of combat? Who’s her Master?” He shook his head. “I’ve been steadily trying to gain more muscle, but not too much.. I don’t want it to slow me down, you know?” A soft chuckle escaped his lips as Roman flexed. "I suppose it’s a fair trade, then,” he added with a smirk. "When I get back home, I’ll be sure to grab a copy for you."

Warmth unfurled in his chest as his brother spoke about teaching. "I can also picture you being a good teacher," he said, nodding more thoughtfully this time. “You do seem patient and understanding.” Next, Briana floated into the haze of his mind. “Maybe she is,” he finally admitted. “If my Master had no other positive trait, I could at least say she’s a lightsaber dueling enthusiast too, which is super cool.”

A smile appeared from Roman’s next idea. A euphoric rush coursed through him, something electrical, igniting his senses. For a brief moment, he was lost in a trance. "Why don't you just send me the location, and we'll meet the rest of you there shortly?" he suggested. The blonde's voice was laced with mischief, nodding slightly to the girl beside him.

An hour nearly slipped by, and Lysander found himself focused on the datapad in his hand, striding forward with someone. The thermal baths had certainly been relaxing, soothing his aching muscles, but now there was another current of fatigue falling over the Padawan. Nevertheless, the idea of replenishing his growing body with sustenance was impossible to resist. As they entered the establishment, seeking out Roman and his friends, Lysander was unaware of the deep, purple hues that marked his neck, a testament to his silent desires.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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The warm, humid air of the thermal bath swirled around them. Lysander's words hung heavy, a mix of confession and youthful contemplation that Roman found both familiar and endearing. As Lysander's fingers traced patterns on the water and then the delicate skin of the girl in his lap, Roman leaned back, the water gently rocking him.

"Battles define us?" Roman chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest. "Perhaps, in a way, they show us where we stand, what we're capable of. But I think true definition comes from how we choose to act after those battles are over, and what we fight for, truly."

When Lysander confessed his doubts and the feeling of darkness closing in, Roman's brow furrowed with concern. "You already have more drive than I did at your age, Lys." Roman said, his voice low and earnest. "You're further along than you realize. The doubts, that's normal. I still get them, too. Not the same way maybe, but that feeling of darkness always seems to be nipping at the heels of the light, doesn't it? It's always been there for me as well. But the strength, that comes from within, from choosing to shine the light, even when we don't feel like it. Remember, if you ever need to talk about it, anything, I'm here. Always."

At the mention of Lily, Roman's eyes widened a fraction. "Lily? Oh, yeah, you probably know her… Lily the Echani. Last I heard, she's training on Naboo these days. She's like a walking, breathing, fighting machine, you know? She has a physical form to strive for. I'm not sure who her Master is, but she's definitely someone to watch."

"It's good that your Master is also a dueling enthusiast, at least you two have some common ground with each other." he admitted with a small chuckle.

When the location of the cantina was agreed upon, a mischievous grin spread across Roman's face. "Sounds good. We're about ready to get out of this humid air. I'll send you the location, meet us there, and we'll find somewhere far better to recharge." He winked, nodding towards the girl beside them as he got to his feet, his friends following quickly after him.

An hour later, the cantina was a cacophony of noise and a feast for the senses. Roman and his friends were already seated at a large table, a veritable mountain range of food sprawling across it. Salads, steaming meats, and various fried concoctions disappeared rapidly down their gullets as they laughed and swapped stories. They weren't quiet or particularly reserved people. When Lysander and his companion finally arrived, their table erupted in boisterous cheers.

"Lysander, my friend! You made it!" Roman called out, kicking a chair out beside him with a grin. "Come on, sit. We've already gotten started, but don't worry, there's enough here to feed a small army." His eyes flickered to his friend as Lysander sat, and he noticed the faint purple hues on Lysander's neck. Roman pushed a plate piled high with roasted meats and vegetables towards his brother. He knew Lysander must be starving after their long conversation. "Dig in. You look like you need it."

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Walking in with a feeling of numbness, the blonde blinked, entranced by the energy all around him. It was a sensory overload; the rich aroma and laughter wrapped around him like a heavy cloak. He navigated through the euphoric haze, beginning to worry whether he may have added too much spice, or if his portion might have simply contained more of the secret ingredient; the Padawan's baking skills weren't as proficient as those with a lightsaber.

The thought melted away as he caught sight of Roman’s warm welcome with the others. It even felt natural, an uproar amidst friends that had a way of making one feel right at home. He passed different tables with the girl and eventually took a chair opposite his friend. The food at the table brought a touch of nostalgia, reminding him of the grand feasts at the von Ascania Manor– long tables and lavish spreads, where good food mingled with laughter. He often found himself missing those times.

His eyes darted eagerly, and with a swift motion, he piled his plate high with different meats. The boy wasted no time in taking a bite, feeling the different flavors dance on his tongue, which caused a smirk of satisfaction to blossom along his lips. “Finally, someone that understands my idea of proper nutrition.”

Even with the aftereffects lingering in his mind, he still managed to grasp a fork and knife with practiced elegance. The balance of indulgence and proper etiquette suggested he was more than familiar with high society dining and being surrounded by figures of influence. "You know, Roman, with a feast such as this, I might just forget about you punching me earlier," he teased. If the swollen eye was still throbbing, he certainly unaware. A grin began to unfold, hinting at camaraderie.

Glancing around the table, he scanned for something to drink. The next time he looked at Roman, his eyes narrowed. “Wait..let me find out that you’re really just trying to make me fat and slow me down before the next duel.”

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman threw his head back and roared with laughter, amused, as Lysander carefully piled his plate higher and higher, a veritable tower of meat threatening to topple. "Clearly, they're not feeding you well enough on Naboo!" he chuckled.

"Look at you, like a bantha after a long winter." Roman then leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pointed a finger at Lysander's still slightly swollen eye. "And that punch? That was just to toughen you up, brother! A little ruggedness suits you, don't you think?" He gestured with a nod towards the girl Lysander had arrived with, a playful smirk plastered on his face. "Looks like it brought you someone's attention."

The laughter subsided slightly as he settled back into his seat, the boisterous energy of the table fading into a comfortable hum. The others were deep in their own conversations, the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of voices creating a familiar background buzz. Roman's gaze, however, remained fixed on Lysander, his playful demeanor replaced with a quiet intensity.

He picked at a piece of roasted meat, his brow furrowed slightly before he spoke. "You were talking about darkness earlier, Lys. About it closing in," Roman said, his voice now more subdued.

He finally made eye contact with Lysander, his own expression serious. "I've always felt a bit of it myself, you know? Like a shadow dogging my heels, but nothing like…that. Tell me about it. This… darkness you feel. What's it like? What is it? You know I'm here for you, right? Always." His tone was sincere, a genuine desire to understand and help his friend coloring his words. He leaned in slightly, his frame conveying that he was ready to listen without judgement or interruption.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander regarded Roman for a moment, his expression full of amusement, before eventually lifting the fork back to his mouth. In a way, the words even grounded him, as his chewing slowly became more meticulous and even deliberate. It was charm that spoke of class, rather than hunger. A chuckle then escaped his lips, and the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in a warm smile. "Like I said before, my nutrition needs are quite demanding," he replied. “No matter how much I eat, it just seems that the training keeps me constantly hungry. It’s mainly been challenging because everything I consume is of quality, instead of junk foods.”

He paused for a moment, the smile curling into a grin as he shook his head at the bantha comment. The Padawan’s brows furrowed as though he were confused. “I haven’t looked in the mirror in a while," he suggested with a simple shrug. “Now I’m not sure that I want to.”

But then Roman took a jab at the swollen skin around his eye, and the words that followed somehow caused a blush to creep up on Lysander’s cheeks. Embarrassment washed over him as he recalled what had happened earlier; though, at the time, he didn’t realize how obvious his intentions may have been. Seconds later, he regained his composure. “You make a good point. I suppose if there’s one person who can make a black eye look good, it’s me without a doubt.”

Between the teasing and banter, he could feel the camaraderie and brotherhood floating freely in the air. Roman’s next question caught him off guard, partially because he’d already forgotten that he brought up the topic earlier. “Anger is.. strange,” he began slowly. “Sometimes it just flares up out of.. frustration. But then.. it’s not just anger I feel. With it comes.. passion..with a desire for things to be different.” Lysander leaned back into the chair, contemplating as those very dark tendrils began swirling within him. “I wish I could explain it better, Roman.”

Drawing in another breath, he continued, feeling that he could trust the older Padawan. “But I try to not let them control me. I know I shouldn’t give them that power.” Placing the knife down, he reached over and grabbed the bowl of vegetables, scooping some of them onto the plate before him. “Honestly, I think it’s not the darkness that’s entirely bad, but how I.. manifest it instead. I guess I just have to keep rising above it. But I’ll figure it out eventually.”

He faded out momentarily before coming back to himself, then turned to meet Roman’s gaze. “Thank you for being here and listening. It means more than I can express. When did you first notice those shadows.. was there something particular that happened which brought it?”

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman listened intently as Lysander spoke, his gaze unwavering and full of a quiet understanding. He watched the younger Padawan's expressions shift, from amusement and playful teasing to a more somber contemplation as he delved into his feelings about anger and the 'darkness' within. Roman recognized the struggle, the conflict, the desire to dissect something so deeply personal and often feared. He nodded slowly as Lysander spoke of passion and a desire for change, recognizing the potent mix that could fuel either creation or destruction. He appreciated Lysander's vulnerability and his commitment to overcoming those darker tendencies. It was clear Lysander wasn't naive about the power within him, which was a testament to his maturity, especially so young.

When Lysander thanked him, a small, genuine smile touched Roman's lips. He was glad he could be there for his friend. He understood how important it was to have someone witness your struggles without judgment. Then came the question, the one that always felt like a stab to a wound that never fully healed. He took a breath, letting it out softly, before meeting Lysander's gaze directly.

"The shadows… they've been with me for as long as I can remember," Roman admitted, his voice a low rumble. "I don't think there was ever a time they weren't there, lurking at the edges." He paused, the words feeling heavy as they left his lips. "When I was a child, I lost my older siblings. Owen and Siara. They… they were the most promising within our community. They carried all our hope… and then… they were gone."

He looked down at his hands, the memory still a raw wound after all these years. "After that, a shadow fell, over my house, over everything. And... it fell especially hard on me." He lifted his gaze back to Lysander's, his eyes filled with a quiet sorrow. "Everyone had such faith in them. And I… I knew I could never live up to that. It's always been there, this feeling of inadequacy. And that… that feeds the shadows."

Roman shifted slightly in his seat, the weight of his admission making him feel vulnerable, yet at peace about sharing it. "So, yes," he continued, "I understand the anger... the frustration of wanting things to be different, the burning need to lash out sometimes. I understand that feeling intimately. But," he added, his voice regaining a touch of firmness. "I try. I try my best to choose a different path. I forge through it, try to be what they wanted for me, and for everyone."

He gave Lysander a small nod. "It's not easy, but... you're not alone in feeling these things. And you're absolutely right, it's how we manifest them that truly matters." Roman finished, a sense of shared burden, and hope, settling between them.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander’s fork shifted to the vibrant greens nestled beside all the protein still piled on his plate. He began to chew on the medley of lettuce and spinach, the crunchy texture contrasting with the hearty protein he had been devouring just moments ago. When the older Padawan spoke of his siblings, sadness enveloped him. Glancing down at the table, he grappled with the right words to offer. ”I’m so sorry, Roman” he finally said, his voice soft. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, carrying that with you for so long.”

With each bite that followed, pangs of empathy continued washing over him. The weight of what he wanted to say pressed heavily on his shoulders. What should he offer? Everything felt insufficient. Lysander's brow furrowed in contemplation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of different emotions swirling within, he found his voice again. "I'll always be here for you. And I hope you can hold onto hope. I imagine there are a lot of people impacted by your kindness every day. I'm also positive your siblings believed in you, and so do I."

He gazed to the side for a moment. “I don’t want to be tied to what Cora’s accomplished,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “What she does, it’s not for me. I want to follow my own journey, rather than constantly be in the shadow of hers."

His expression became more thoughtful, having turned his focus inward, searching in the depths of his mind. “I know the light side is holding me back,” he continued. A faint frown touched his lips, but he quickly wiped it away. “When I eventually learn how to harness these other emotions, I will be stronger. The few times I’ve felt them.. they were.. more intense than anything else I’ve ever experienced.”

The boy’s emerald orbs shifted to Roman. "I wish I was strong enough to protect everyone close to me. Keep them safe, you know? Even if there aren’t that many." He shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "Saving everyone is impossible," he said, his voice trailing off, "and honestly, it seems like a complete waste of time to even try."

A heartbeat later he reflected on Cora; the image of her prosthetic hand and the scar tracing her cheek burned the brightest. Whenever he thought of her suffering, sharp tendrils of pain coiled around his heart. “My sister gets hurt too often,” he confessed. The familiar flicker of anger flared deep within him before it extinguished. “When I reach my full potential, then she and everyone else will always be safe,” he stated. The fervor in his voice grew, revealing the deep seated belief of himself.

The blonde leaned slightly forward. “There won't be a single person who will stop me from accomplishing it, either” he continued, his gaze sharpening. “I like myself.. a lot actually. I like who I am becoming. And I’m okay with walking this path alone if necessary.” He paused. The words were given a chance to settle before altering the course of their discussion. "What does the light side mean to you, beyond being.. just a philosophy?”

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman picked at the bantha steak on his plate, the savory aroma momentarily distracting him from the conversation. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, the weight of memories heavy on his shoulders, when Lysander's soft voice broke through. Roman glanced up, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "It's alright, Lysander," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I just don't like to dwell on it too much, especially in a place like this." he added, his gaze briefly darting around the bustling cantina, a few knowing faces visible in the crowd. He knew some of the patrons remembered his siblings, their loss still a raw ache for them. He took a bite of his food, the meat chewy and satisfying. "But thanks..." he conceded, a genuine warmth touching his eyes. "It's good to know you'll always be there." It was a difficult subject, one he tried to avoid whenever possible, so he shifted in his seat, pushing the thoughts aside.

He watched as Lysander continued to speak, his brow furrowed in thoughtful concentration. "You're not living in Cora's shadow, Lysander," Roman stated, shaking his head slightly, taking another bite of his steak. It was a good meal, though it'd become a bit cold by now. He chewed slowly, allowing himself a moment to focus on the taste. "You've made yourself into a fine young man, carving your own path on Naboo which is amazing. Admirable, really. You're your own person." He paused before adding, "But I do disagree with you saying that the Light Side is holding you back. Trying to harness those darker emotions… that could lead you down a bad path. You've got a good heart, Lysander." Roman shifted his gaze to the bustling cantina, taking in the sights and sounds as he carefully considered his words. "We all grow and evolve, it takes time. You're still young, you'll be strong enough, just trust in the Force." he added with a gentle push on his shoulder.

Roman chuckled softly when Lysander spoke of protecting everyone. He took another bite of his now cold protein, chewing thoughtfully. "It's not your responsibility to keep everyone safe either, Lys," he said. "You just need to focus on what you can control. Plus," he said with a smirk, "Cora has me right by her side now. I don't think she'll be getting into too much trouble with me around." He said, flexing his muscles yet again in jest.

Roman watched and listened as Lysander grew more adamant, his voice filled with a fiery passion. He leaned back in his seat, a quiet contemplation settling over him. He watched Lysander as he finished his statements, his eyes sharp and his will unyielding. When Lysander turned the conversation, his question about what the light side meant to him, Roman blinked. He took a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to settle. "Well," he said, his dark eyes meeting Lysander's. "For me, the light side is about balance. It's about using our strengths to serve others and trying to be better every day in every way." He paused, then added, his voice softening, "But what does it mean to you, Lys?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander’s fork began to hover over his unfinished plate. He chewed slowly, the flavors still dancing on his tongue though the heaviness settling in his stomach was felt. It wasn’t that he was entirely full; instead, weariness had settled over him before everything that had already taken place today, and with the words he was currently contemplating on sharing.

"Honestly.. I don’t think all dark emotions are bad,” he began, his voice low. The Padawan’s brow remained furrowed, but it wasn’t from concussion. "Anger, for instance.. if you channel it properly, it can actually be a source of strength." Lysander then deliberately sat his fork down. "Sometimes, I think the Light Side.. well, it feels like the wrong path. Sure, it offers consolation, but not always clarity. It might blind you from the truth of what you need to confront. If that makes sense? I mean, doesn’t everyone have their dark moments? And sometimes.. those moments are capable of forging something even stronger and better.”

With that, he picked up his fork again. "I always thought I would become a diplomat," Lysander mused, his voice trailing off as doubt crossed his features. He leaned back, staring at the table, lost in thought. "But the last few months.. I find myself more unsure about that calling." He paused for a moment before glancing back up to Roman. “Maybe some things just work better for certain people. We’re not all the same. And I do admire those who can find clarity.. But for me, it’s just a struggle against everything I’ve been taught since first starting my training on Coruscant.”

The blonde returned the smirk in a way that suggested camaraderie, followed by a slight nod of his head. “Yeah, you’re right, Roman. Cora’s got a good shield in you,” he said.

Turning inward, Lysander began to search for his definition of the Light Side. The boy’s expression became more pensive. "I can definitely see the value in the compassion the Light Side teaches. Helping others, justice.. These are very noble goals. But even then, I can’t help but wonder.. True peace often seems like a myth. Our galaxy has always been in turmoil.”

His shoulders relaxed, and a hand was waved dismissively. “You know, it’d probably be better to save this discussion for another time. I don’t want to bring the mood of our little adventure down.” His gaze drifted momentarily to the others at the table.

“Thanks for sharing your thoughts,” he added, his voice sincere. “I don’t think I could have that conversation with Cora. I feel like she wouldn’t understand, and besides, I’d never want to hurt her feelings.” He paused, considering their relationship. “And even if I don’t fully agree with some of the values from the light side, it doesn’t change how I feel about my sister. She shines with her own light, which is cool enough for me.”

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman leaned back in his seat, absorbing Lysander's words, the air thick with the weight of their conversation. It was evident that his friend was grappling with profound truths, and Roman found himself nodding slowly, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Honestly, I get what you're saying," he responded, his tone steady. "Dark emotions aren't inherently bad. It's part of being alive, it's natural. We all feel anger, fear, or even doubt at times. Trying to avoid them completely would be foolish. But, I guess I've always been taught to keep those feelings in check when I'm working with the Force. It's like a tightrope walk, trying to balance those emotions without letting them overwhelm you."

He paused, contemplating Lysander's notion that the Light Side might not always lead the way forward. "You know, I've thought about it too. The Light Side can feel restrictive at times, and what you're saying really puts into words what a lot of us probably feel but don't voice. It's like we're all just trained to tuck those feelings away instead of confronting them. So I get where you're coming from."

Roman leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "As for the diplomat thing, it's perfectly okay if that's not your path anymore. We change as we grow, and what once felt right can start to feel… off. I've had my share of 'what do I even want to do' moments too. I once dreamed of being a diplomat. But here we are, and maybe that's not our calling after all." He shared a small, reassuring smile. "You and I might be more similar than we thought. We've both inherited these teachings, but we're carving out our own identities, finding our own paths."

At Lysander's doubts about the ideals of the Light Side, Roman's expression turned contemplative. "True peace does feel like a myth, doesn't it? But I think it's something worth striving for. There are so many out there yearning for stability, for a break from the chaos. That's what I see as the true purpose of the Jedi: to protect those who wish for peace from those who drag it into turmoil. Even if we may never achieve that goal completely, we need to push back, to fight against those who threaten it. Otherwise, what kind of galaxy would we be left with?"

Roman's gaze softened as he watched Lysander consider his words. He smiled, grateful that they could share this moment of vulnerability. "But hey, It feels good to get this stuff out, it can be heavy. Just know that I'm really glad to be a part of your and Cora's life. It's always nice to feel like a family."

He returned his attention to the others at the table, the camaraderie still buzzing in the air. "So, what do you think of Serenno? Worthy of a Prince's time?" he asked, eager to shift gears and bring some lightness back into their gathering.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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“True peace," he mused aloud, allowing the words to roll off his tongue, feeling their weight. "A noble pursuit.. I guess.” There was a bitter taste to it. It wasn’t that he disagreed with Roman; rather, he felt trapped in endless contemplation now. His mind had raced through the many angles of their discussion, pondering the complexities of both light and dark.

“Perhaps,” Lysander began slowly, a smile creeping onto his face. “But what if that pursuit itself.. becomes the chaos? What if…” He hesitated, before finally shaking his head. “For every reason to fight, there’s also a reason not to. Perhaps that’s the problem; we’re talking about opposites."

Inhaling a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed as he let Roman's words sweep over him. For now, at least, it felt as though a fog that was clouding his mind began to lift. “You’re right,” he said, his voice steady. “Getting this off my chest, it does feel like I’m getting rid of some of the weight I’ve been carrying around lately.” The Padawan ran a hand through his blonde hair, a faint smile brightening his features, but it was also shaded with a touch of sadness. “I’m glad to have you as part of our family now. It’s good to know that I’m not alone in this.”

He hesitated for a moment, a realization weighing heavily on his mind; next, the smile waned slightly. "Some days, I wish I could just hop on a speeder and visit whenever I want." The acknowledgment hung in the air for a moment, the distance between him and his sister weighing heavily on his heart. "It’s exciting, you know, that she’s on the Council. I don’t want to bother her. But sometimes.. it feels like the distance only makes us more distant. I worry that I'm not present enough now.. that I'm missing out on the moments that make us family like before." With a dismissive shake of his head, Lysander attempted to brush off the current emotions swirling under the surface. “But with you here, I feel like I’ve gained a brother. Maybe that helps bridge the distance a bit.”

Leaning against the table, his attention was torn away from the spreads of food. A glimmer of mischief then lit up his emerald eyes, conjuring boyish charm as he nodded. “You know,” he started, his voice teasing. “It’s been quite the experience so far.” His gaze wandered, settling on the girl from the thermal bath earlier, allowing himself a few seconds of reminiscence. “Let me tell you, Roman,” he added, the corners of his lips twitching, as if carrying an unspoken story. “The Prince of Ukatis feels as if he’s ready to conquer kingdoms now.”

His expression shifted to something of curiosity. "The landscapes here are beautiful. I could see it easily making someone forget about life on Coruscant." He leaned back slightly. "I always found that place to be so.. distasteful, really. Too noisy, too hectic.. I could hardly even breathe with all that noise. Just too busy for my liking. But here? It's like.. a dream. Does Serreno still have the same pull on you?”

Lysander felt more alive with each question that escaped his mouth, partially ready to break free from the haze that the spicy brownies had trapped him in. “Do you think you’ll settle anywhere after.. Knighthood? Surely you wouldn’t pick the noisy capital. I could totally find you a noblewoman on Ukatis. I know some may look down on it for being ..underdeveloped, but I believe there’s a certain beauty in its simplicity. You wouldn’t even be concerned with the chaotic problems in the rest of the galaxy.” A chuckle bubbled in his throat. “You could live a simple yet luxurious life there. Imagine this: the Vossari Manor, you with a fishing rod, and a little tribe of Roman Jrs running around!”

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman listened intently as Lysander unburdened himself, his brow furrowing slightly at the complexities of the young Jedi's thoughts. When Lysander spoke of the pursuit of peace potentially becoming chaos, Roman hesitated, swirling the remnants of his drink in his glass.

He perked up a bit once Lysander gave him praise and was happy to see him.

When Lysander then expressed his sadness about the distance from his sister, Roman's expression softened. He knew firsthand the ache of separation. He nodded, a small, empathetic smile gracing his lips. "That's part of growing up, unfortunately," Roman said gently. "Life pulls us in different directions. Cora and I just happen to be in the same order. But that doesn't mean you're no longer family. We will try and visit more, for sure."

Lysander moved on to speaking about Serenno, and Roman chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Serenno definitely still pulls at me," Roman admitted, his voice laced with a touch of longing. He swirled his drink again. "I sometimes wish it wasn't so far out. Coruscant… well, I can see how someone wouldn't like it. The noise, the crowds… it gets old fast." He paused, looking around at the peaceful landscape. "I stick to the temple as much as I can on Coruscant. But it is nice to have my own place out here, to get away from it all."

The image Lysander painted of Ukatis, and Roman Jrs, brought a genuine laugh from Roman. He shook his head, smiling broadly. "You've got quite the imagination, my friend." Running a hand through his red hair he began to speak. "I definitely plan on settling somewhere after Knighthood. And Ukatis… I could see it. A small villa by the coast…" His eyes drifted off, lost in the pleasant thought. "With the NJO, I will for sure have to split my time between Ukatis and Coruscant, but if I can get away from the hustle and bustle, I certainly will"

He chuckled. "And as much as I appreciate the thought, I won't be needing a noblewoman," Roman said, a hint of warmth entering his voice. Roman grinned, a light in his eyes. "I would love to introduce you to Anneliese here soon, and I can't wait until she can share a home with me. But who knows when that will be."

He straightened up, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But what about you, Lysander? Will you stay on Naboo? Or will we be neighbors on Ukatis, visiting each other whenever we please?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Roman Vossari

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Lysander listened carefully as Roman’s words echoed in his mind. “I’ve heard that before from others," he admitted. “But honestly, it's so much harder to truly experience it." He paused, glancing down as a flutter of memories rose within him— family dinners filled with laughter, always in the present and enjoying the simplest of moments.

With a sigh, he looked back up at Roman, the corners of his mouth attempting a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know, our family was always close," he continued, each word laced with nostalgia. “We had such a strong bond back then.” He leaned back against the wall, lost in thought for a moment. “Now it feels like it is fraying.” His fingers traced the rim of his glass as though it mirrored his current thoughts.

“Coruscant has its own.. rhythm, capable of drowning someone if they’re not careful. But the solitude of this place totally offers a clarity that the urban jungle can’t provide.” He paused, collecting his words. “Sometimes, I think we need those moments away from all the chaos to really find ourselves.”

The thought of his brother settling on Ukatis caused him to smile, but then he thought of whoever his partner was. "I would really like to meet her someday. How long have the two of you been together?" he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. He imagined it was the same girl from their exchange back on his home planet several months prior.

"Sometimes, I think I could see myself bouncing back and forth between the two," he considered aloud. Naboo appeared vibrant in every corner. But there was also an undeniable sense of duty that tagged at him, one that kept him tethered to Ukatis, bound by responsibility as if part of his being

His gaze drifted as his mind wandered deeper, contemplating everything that shaped him. "I must admit," Lysander continued, "I'm still captivated by Naboo's beauty..there’s nothing else like it. But then there’s something about Ukatis, a sense of belonging perhaps."