Atham'aali'kema
Happily forgotten
Blue lids shuttered to conceal burning orange eyes. The kiss, one given without request, was followed by an escape. It was overwhelming, to be so alone and feel so...appreciated. He recalled a time on Selvaris, how the Shapers did nothing but mock him as they tore him to pieces. And afterwards, he remembered the Warriors - treating him as a leper and outcast. Such a holy and righteous group, they couldn't be wrong. Yet here, with a being he didn't know or understand, he felt a fleeting presence of care with an unexpected grasp and tenderness. And as she pushed the book back to him, the momentum knocked the wind out of him.
Statuesque and stone, he froze as she pulled away, hand cupped where her face used to be as the book rested against his chest. Could he give something to someone, after being told he had no purpose besides to take? To endure pain, to cause it, that was all he had known. But she offered something more and were there emotions to feel, he was sure they would have surfaced. But sincerity doesn't come easy to those who can only recall it. And so he understood the situation in which it should have occurred, appreciating the shadow it cast, without ever seeing the light that formed it. But even in the shadows, vulnerability was a hard thing to kick.
"Would you guide me, Eske?" He searched her eyes, wondering if it was all just a joke, another cruel experiment by the Yuuzhan Vong. Was this another level to surpass, to approach the numbness of existing with the callousness that they so often displayed? "I...I am lost."
Statuesque and stone, he froze as she pulled away, hand cupped where her face used to be as the book rested against his chest. Could he give something to someone, after being told he had no purpose besides to take? To endure pain, to cause it, that was all he had known. But she offered something more and were there emotions to feel, he was sure they would have surfaced. But sincerity doesn't come easy to those who can only recall it. And so he understood the situation in which it should have occurred, appreciating the shadow it cast, without ever seeing the light that formed it. But even in the shadows, vulnerability was a hard thing to kick.
"Would you guide me, Eske?" He searched her eyes, wondering if it was all just a joke, another cruel experiment by the Yuuzhan Vong. Was this another level to surpass, to approach the numbness of existing with the callousness that they so often displayed? "I...I am lost."
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