Kytana Montrose (notdarthrevan) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-07-03 03:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, kytana montrose, ~kylo ren |
Who: Kytana
Where: The shattered Spire.
What: Reflection
When: Late Sunday night, early Monday morning.
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes (Caitlin?)
Status: Ongoing.
Kytana wasn't sure why she felt the urge to roam when she should be sleeping, because even though the sun was gone her sense of time was not. Perhaps it was the sudden stillness of the island. The end of the onslaught of darkness prying, the probing in her mind, came more than a week ago. It wasn't complete silence, of course. But it was... more soothing than it had been before she'd arrived on the island, more than four years ago. And now she'd lived through the return of her memories. Those that spelled out Darth Revan, in big bold letters across her forehead. Sadly, though, she doubted her experiences here would matter if she was ever sent back. She would likely still fall to the Emperor. Spend centuries as his living battery. Now, she didn't know when, or if, she would ever return. Her fingers ran over the broken spire before her. The Man was gone. She didn't question it. She knew the moment he'd breathed his last. It had been like she could finally take a good deep one. Her mind could relax. The dark Jedi clothes she'd taken to wearing was all that, outwardly, kept the cold from biting into her skin. But she knew it was enough. |