Aaylas'ecura (jedi_blue) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-20 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | aayla secura, obi-wan kenobi |
Who: Obi-Wan and Aayla
What: Aayla talks it out with Obi about stuffs
Where: In the Hyperion.
When: Morning
Rating: G to PG
Status: In progress
Fear was a powerful enemy. . It was the sort of silent phantom that seeped into the dark corners of the mind and got to work setting up an elaborate trap of regret and hesitation. It was exactly the enemy that had been playing havoc with Aayla's emotions and had gripped her confidence and refused to let go.
She'd refused to see anyone but Obi-Wan since they had made a residence of the Hyperion, but she hardly talked about the shadow hovering over. In fact, she made it clear that she wasn't ready to get into it. Obi-Wan had agreed and that was probably one of the reasons that she allowed him into her sanctuary, her room.
There was no furniture in her room. The shades were pulled down, reinfoced by blankets to block out the stinging LA sunlight. There were a few pillows but nothing more comfortable than that. She had been on a hard fast for weeks. Meditation had been her medicine but it was a slow cure. Hour after hour she revisited her death, the shot in the back, and the group of troops standing over her and firing down upon her until she blacked out and awoke here. Hour after hour she missed the voices....the minds she could no longer feel and could not find out about anyways. Her friends, the ones she respected, honored and loved were destroyed utterly by greed and hatred. It was a bitter pill to swallow. She wasn't ready to forgive. She wasn't ready to let go...She wasn't ready to die. She wasn't ready to fight.
Not even when she found out that dark forces were nearby, hurting her friends, could she find the spirit to want to fight back. She was trying to pull herself out of the muck but it was more difficult that she could have thought it would be. It was even difficult to pull her self up from the floor when she felt Obi-Wan turning the corner heading down the corridor toward her room on the way to his. He was wounded....his pride was anyways. Aayla's lekku twitched as she considered what to do.
There was a strong compulsion to ignore him. To go back to the quiet solemn thoughts that surrounded her like stink...but compassion got in the way and she moved to the door. One moment she was twisting the door knob, arguing with herself to not interfere and the next she was squinting some in the hallway light focusing on Obi-Wan and the expression he was wearing.
"I know." She said, not quite smiling but trying to lift some of his heavy mood, "I am actually outside my room." Aayla hugged herself defensively, shielding herself from the discomfort she felt but making a brave effort regardless, "The least you could do is talk about what got me outside here." She scoped his face and then his eyes. It was obvious that he was the one that had gotten her to come out, to face what seemed unface-able a moment before. "Maybe I should take a braver leap and not drag you back into my tomb." Her lip twitched along with her lekku.