The thought amuses him slightly, a sad sort of amusement that weighs heavy on his mind with a lingered acceptance. His hand rests over the doorknob, his feet station themselves on a kitten-shaped welcome mat that proclaims "WIPE YOUR PAWS" and his mind is a million miles away as he tries to register years of life that have been purged from him in the span of months. Days. Hours. Just when was it that he left behind the ideologies of childhood to be replaced with something stronger?
His limbs ache, but pain is something that was left behind along with who he thought he was. His eyes are bloodshot, sleep has become something next to obsolete after months of being denied it. His thoughts are focused, not as scattered as they once were.
Jacen's feet were heavy and shuffled as he finally managed to open the door, a yawn escaping from his mouth as his lidded eyes slid lower and lower, a heavy black bar that was gradually closing off his vision
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The man was lucky the feeling of his mutation had shocked her into absolute stillness, otherwise there would have been a bullet in his skull from the gun in her hands. Not feeling quite done yet, she stared a little more as he had the gall to walk straight past her.
She kept staring at the place where he had been, almost like that would make him reappear or something. There was something very surreal about this whole experience, enough so that she might have assumed that she was caught in the middle of some other mutant's illusion, if her own powers weren't still in working order.
She kept a hold of the gun, but lowered it, hand definitely not shaking at all as she waited for Jacen to return to the room.
The flush of the toilet and the sound of the seat being put down (he had learned that lesson the hard way after an ear-chewing) was the only thing that announced Jacen's emerging from the bathroom and into his living room.
He shook his head, taking a long stare around the apartment that for so long had been his home. But you don't go-
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The thought amuses him slightly, a sad sort of amusement that weighs heavy on his mind with a lingered acceptance. His hand rests over the doorknob, his feet station themselves on a kitten-shaped welcome mat that proclaims "WIPE YOUR PAWS" and his mind is a million miles away as he tries to register years of life that have been purged from him in the span of months. Days. Hours. Just when was it that he left behind the ideologies of childhood to be replaced with something stronger?
His limbs ache, but pain is something that was left behind along with who he thought he was. His eyes are bloodshot, sleep has become something next to obsolete after months of being denied it. His thoughts are focused, not as scattered as they once were.
"Who are you?"
"Jacen. Just Jacen."
He is Jacen Solo.
And Jacen Solo has come home.
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The man was lucky the feeling of his mutation had shocked her into absolute stillness, otherwise there would have been a bullet in his skull from the gun in her hands. Not feeling quite done yet, she stared a little more as he had the gall to walk straight past her.
She kept staring at the place where he had been, almost like that would make him reappear or something. There was something very surreal about this whole experience, enough so that she might have assumed that she was caught in the middle of some other mutant's illusion, if her own powers weren't still in working order.
She kept a hold of the gun, but lowered it, hand definitely not shaking at all as she waited for Jacen to return to the room.
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He shook his head, taking a long stare around the apartment that for so long had been his home. But you don't go-
His stare stopped when he noticed a visitor.
A visitor with a hand on gun.
And Jacen gave a very wane, but warm smile.
"Hey Karin."
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