Alice North (cagedsongbird) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-04-04 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: kylo ren, character: leaute liang, character: rey skywalker, thread: in progress |
Who: Kylo Ren, Rey and Leaute
Where: Ren's place!
When: 4/4, eveningish?
What: Leaute needs to meet control freak Rey! And also reveal to loss of her light.
Rating: I'm assuming high!
The dreams came when she least wanted them, invading her thoughts when she was especially tired, a state that had come to be more often than not. Resting alone in one of the meeting rooms draped across the couch, the summoner dozed, her face contorting in agony as she fought what plagued the landscape of her mind.
Leaute dreamed in light and colors reflecting in the light. Raava was often with her, by her side as they stood together against the darkness that threatened to consume them. But the girl was beginning to doubt herself. She doubted not the Light, but she doubted her skill to wield it. She refused to turn to the Darkness, but even now the light that she called effortlessly before had begun to flicker, sputtering out like a dying fire. She couldn't muster the strength to keep Raava by her side, and the darkness swirled around her, lessening the area of light that had once pulsed all about her mindscape. But still she would not fall. Though the darkness swirled around her, she would not give in to the whispers in her ear, not even when Raava was gone and she was all alone again. Light and Darkness were fueled by emotions, emotions pure and tainted both. If the Light would leave her in this time of need, she would not give in to the Darkness that Kylo Ren championed. She would not give him that satisfaction.
If Light would leave her, she would refuse the Darkness out of spite. One could not be tainted if they felt nothing.
The cold wasn't scary. It cared little for light or darkness. If it was cold enough, even the light could not melt the ice. When she was jolted awake, the fear in Leaute's eyes was palpable as she realized the immediate area around where she lay napping was dusted with ice and frost, her own hands frigid and cold at the fingertips. She held them up in front of her, shaking them as though trying to force the cold from them. Pulling herself from the couch, her form outlined in frost and ice, she bolted from the room, fearing most that her Master would find her there, would see her falter in her light as her fingers dripped with frost and cold. The girl hid her hands as best she could, hurrying down the hall and looking for a secluded part of the house.