Tweak

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Tweak says, "Never let go!"

Force Walker (darth_imperius) wrote in toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-03-28 12:47:00

Entry tags:

- crew quarters, darth imperius | star wars (legends), elsa | frozen

WHO: Lomea and Elsa
WHEN: 226403.27
WHERE: Elsa's Quarters
SUMMARY: Checking on the Ice Queen
WARNINGS: In Progress, unknown

After leaving her and Harley's quarters, Lomea swung by the galley and lounge, thinking food and drink might do Elsa some good. It was strange, not wearing her robes. But they felt... formal. Like they belonged in another place and another time. One of the crew had helped her select a new wardrobe. They'd been very helpful and really knew their dresses. She wished she could figure out what species they'd been.

Though this was still Lomea, and even a casual dress was a little more formal than most. Her titles might be meaningless here, but they still meant something to her. Darth Imperius wasn't dead yet.

She pressed the chime on the door, and idly spun a bottle in the air, watching the liquid slosh around.

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stormrageon
2017-03-28 08:32 pm UTC (link)

It was strange, knowing the person at the door would be there for her. Dorothy hadn't made many friends during her brief time on the ship, but there'd still always been the possibility. And honestly, Elsa still wasn't all that used to company anyway. She may have been getting the hang of her powers, but that didn't mean she was entirely in control, particularly when an emotional upheaval happened.

So two inches of snow covered the room and icicles hung from her side when she answered the door. She was never concerned with who was on the other side. She'd been expecting Lomea, for one. Also, she was fairly sure she could defend herself if the need arose.

"Hello," she offered, still somewhat surprised she'd found herself with a friend.

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darth_imperius
2017-03-28 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Were they friends? Lomea had attracted stranger and more unlikely compatriots in her travels before, and she liked Elsa. More than just the power and potential within the woman. She was pleasant company and Lomea couldn't remember the last time she could just sit down with someone and chat, without someone trying to threaten the other.

It was refreshing. Lomea took in the snow and clucked her tongue. she didn't sound particularly upset. "You were not kidding about the cold."

They would have to find a better outlet for Elsa's emotions. "We should talk about it."

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stormrageon
2017-03-28 08:59 pm UTC (link)

"Sorry," she apologized on instinct. Her parents used to sound the same way when they'd enter her room. The servants didn't typically get past the front door. "It's kind of a thing. And it's...comforting." She simply adjusted better in the cold. There were perks to her power and one of them was the ability to adapt to the cold weather. Not something she needed much in the climate controlled ship.

Turning around, she wrinkled her nose. She hadn't realized just how carried away she'd gotten. "Surely you've seen planets with worse." It was still a bit odd talking about planets and space as a rule. Her people were only beginning to learn about the stars and speculating what could possibly be above them. Seeing it all up close was entirely different.

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darth_imperius
2017-03-28 09:07 pm UTC (link)

"The cold doesn't bother you?" Lomea slipped in, her fingers brushing along Elsa's arm as she moved past her.

She chuckled. Lomea had definitely seen worse than this cabin. "I have seen frigid, icy wastes. A planet called Hoth, in particular. Much worse. There were the remains of many starships, from a great battle. I was there to retrieve something from one of the wrecks. Another planet, Ilum, wasn't much better. Less storms there. And there were other planets that weren't completely covered in ice, but very cold in places. Cold is vastly preferable to the deserts of Tatooine or toxic gases of Nal Hutta."

She set the food and bottle down on a table and turned to Elsa. "After all, it is much easier to get warm, than it is to cool down."

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stormrageon
2017-03-28 09:13 pm UTC (link)

She shook her head at that comment, a little smile creeping on to her face. "No. I've never really noticed when it gets cold. Drives my sister a bit crazy." That was the one thing she really hated about this place. She'd only just gotten Anna back. Being separated from her now was terrible.

She waves Lomea in, knowing the woman didn't need any sort of invitation. There was something commanding about her, the way she filled a room. It was even in her voice as she described some of her previous adventures.

"I always thought people could simply put on more layers if it's cold. So long as they're available." She knew she was lucky. If the planet was plunged in ice, she'd be just fine. However... She had to focus more to erase her work than to create it, but with a wave of her hand, she made the icicles disappear. "What did you bring?"

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darth_imperius
2017-03-28 09:30 pm UTC (link)

"I can imagine." Lomea could have wrapped the forced around her like a cloak to stave off off some of the immediate effects of the cold for the time being. The Force itself could be cold, in the right hands.

"Precisely. Very many comfortable blankets." Lomea liked comfort. Her starship had been spartan at best but she'd replaced the terrible bed with one of her own choosing. "I brought you some kind of whiskey, and a kind of stew. It wasn't green and smelled fine, so I assumed it was palatable."

Elsa's sister seemed to be on her mind frequently. Lomea filed that information away.

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stormrageon
2017-03-28 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Though she didn't mind the cold and actually took comfort in it, even Elsa could appreciate being under comfortable blankets. The warmth was a bit much but she could make do. The weight was what she found soothing. "I can make it warmer, too," she offered. "Well. Not so much make it warmer but I can take cold away." She had no effect on heat, but creating the absence of cold was a little more doable. "I'm still learning that, though."

There was quite a bit she was still learning. She'd spent so long running from her magic that now that she could embrace it, she wanted to learn everything. So long as she didn't hurt anyone.

"I've never had whiskey," she admitted, her voice a bit hesitant. Lomea seemed the sort to not only drink it, but to not allow it to affect her. Somehow, lowering her inhibitions around the more sophisticated woman didn't seem wise. "But any food that doesn't turn me green is welcomed."

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darth_imperius
2017-03-28 11:47 pm UTC (link)

"This is fine," Lomea replied. As long as she wasn't damp, she could handle it. Being damp was where it became a problem. "Keep practicing, and it will come more naturally. Think of your power like a muscle. It needs exercise."

She waved her hand, and the whiskey bottle floated again. "I've never had whiskey either, but it can't be worse than some other drinks I've imbibed."

The less said about what her pilot had made her taste, the better. Lomea positioned some chairs, and took a seat without waiting for Elsa to sit. She wasn't really trying to challenge with her voice. The teasing though, she couldn't quite stop. "Worried I'll take advantage? We can at least try the food together, if you're wary of this whiskey."

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stormrageon
2017-04-17 12:14 pm UTC (link)

She knew and accepted that Lomea herself had power. Far more than Elsa did and a greater understanding of it, too. Then again, she knew Lomea had been practicing with her skills for much longer, and that her form of magic was more complex and intense. It was still a bit intimidating, but she did appreciate the encouragement. And she could practice.

Not that she'd ever make bottles of any beverage float in the air. And, despite how down she'd felt recently, she giggled. "I can't say I've ever had anything foul and gross before."

Her cheeks went a bit pink at the accusation, teasing though it was. "No!" She protested. Sometimes the woman was just way too much for someone who'd spent over half of her life in isolation. "I'm just not sure how I would be... I mean, a little couldn't hurt." Stew though. They could have stew. That she could manage.

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darth_imperius
2017-04-17 05:48 pm UTC (link)

Elsa's laugh was pleasant, and Lomea momentarily stared at her, before recovering in hopefully an elegant manner. "What about half a glass? You'll want to eat with it anyway."

Regardless of whether or not Elsa wished to drink, Lomea poured herself a glass. One she could handle. In her life she could count on one hand the number of times she'd let herself be vulnerable enough to lose her sense.

Leaning back and crossing her legs, she asked. "How are you feeling?"

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stormrageon
2017-04-17 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Half a glass. She could manage that. If she was still feeling okay after, maybe she'd attempt a bit more. With one last swallow of hesitation, she poured herself just a little of the drink. While she did want to explore this world and all it had to offer, she didn't know if she had enough control over her powers to truly get inebriated. Not if she was going to keep others safe.

How she was feeling was a loaded question. "I'm okay," she offered as a reply, but paused. "Well. I'm not great. But I'm not bad, either." Truthfully, she didn't want to admit how down she was. That was too weak. She liked Lomea, she really did. But the list of people Elsa trusted was small. Very small. And the Sith wasn't on it just yet.

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darth_imperius
2017-04-17 11:42 pm UTC (link)

The whiskey was smoother than Lomea expected, but it had a bite. It was better than drinks she'd had on Dromund Kaas, but didn't hold a candle to Alderaanean Brandy. She never actually planned to tell Leia that, though. Wouldn't want to boost her ego.

"You sound conflicted." Lomea took another sip, then set the glass down next to her. Her voice was lilting, with a note of genuine concern. "Is it homesickness, or something else?"

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stormrageon
2017-04-18 09:02 am UTC (link)

She took a sniff of the golden liquid before tasting it. It was nothing like the mead she had occasionally had back home, or the wine served at her coronation. It wasn't terrible, though. A bit strong for her taste and she likely wouldn't order it in the lounge, but it was nice enough. "I tried a drink in Yorktown. It had bubbles in it. The server said they could put bubbles in any drink but I don't know that I would recommend this." Why she just spilled words in front of Lomea, she wasn't sure.

"Mostly homesick," she admitted, looking down into her glass. "My sister and I... We'd been separated. For a long time." Yes, it was a self-inflicted separation but the woman didn't need to know that. "I had only just gotten her back." After she'd nearly died. But that was another story she didn't much feel like telling. Since that had been Elsa's fault. "And I'm worried about my kingdom. Anna can handle it, I know, but she's young, she's flighty. I don't know." Not that Elsa herself was exactly old and wise.

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darth_imperius
2017-04-18 04:37 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not sure this drink would be any good with bubbles." Lomea glanced at her glass. It was a strong drink. Somehow, bubbles seemed inappropriate. She returned her attention to Elsa. Separated was an interesting choice of words, but she didn't press her on that.

"You regret that time you might have had with her has been stolen from you." Less of a question and more of a statement. She leaned over, putting her hand over Elsa's. "You do not look that old yourself."

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stormrageon
2017-04-21 12:09 am UTC (link)

She wasn't very old, that was true. Only just old enough to be coronated. "I'm twenty-one," she admitted quietly. "And I barely saw my sister for thirteen years." Or not at all. But that was a part of her history she didn't entirely want to get into just yet. Maybe ever. Lomea accepted her and her powers. No reason to tell her just how badly it all could go.

"I just miss her, that's all. She helps me...with all this. You know." Controlling her powers. But that was one of those things she didn't really want to talk about. At least not out loud. Then again, sometimes she thought the woman could actually read her mind.

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darth_imperius
2017-04-21 12:39 am UTC (link)

"I see." There was a story there, but Lomea could be patient. Some tales could not be forced. There were details of Lomea's past that would take a little more drink to tell, as well. Even if she did have the strangest urge to open up about exactly where she came from.

"Your sister is like a focus? She helps you find balance?" If that was the case, Elsa would need to find a way to balance herself without her sister. Lomea knew that was easier said than done.

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stormrageon
2017-04-28 06:25 pm UTC (link)

"Something like that," Elsa replied with a little shrug. She'd never really thought about it, but it was a rather accurate description, she supposed. All the years she'd had no control over her own abilities, she'd been separated from Anna. On getting her sister back into her life, she'd finally truly begun to gain control over the biggest portion of all.

And now they were separated all over again. And, true to fashion, Elsa was having a bit of trouble. Nothing like she had as a child. A stint living and thriving in the mountains, as short as it may have been, had helped her immensely. But it wasn't the same. It was proving much harder to undo her work than to do it. "She accepts what I am. What I can do. She never judges me."

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darth_imperius
2017-04-28 08:49 pm UTC (link)

"Such people are rare, even for those who are less gifted. Accepting who someone is, what they are, seems to be harder than it should be. Fear can be powerful, my dear." After all, most people feared the unknown, and the powerful. But fear could be used. And Lomea preferred to use the things that would otherwise control her. "The question is whether to let it consume you, or fuel you."

She put her hand over Elsa's again and squeezed. "I do not judge you either. You should not judge yourself."

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