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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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