Silence & Reflection

[ladyofthesands]

There was never truly silence.  Something was always moving, people were always passing.  Even in the Sensorium, where she had thought about going, there would be noise.  It was to the Temples that Arha went to seek an approximation of silence and it was there that she remained long past the end of the day's training.  Deep meditation left her

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[restoresbalance]

He knew that presence--how could he not? Luke paused on his way back up to the living area and followed its distinct impression in the Force, guiding him to the temples and one in particular. He paused outside, ran through a breathing exercise--and then another--to calm himself. He wanted to at least make things right between them before...

Though, Luke reflected as he stepped into the temple and let himself step into the temple itself, footsteps echoing in the building, it probably wouldn't happen right away at all.

He stopped a short distance behind Arha and paused a moment before speaking quietly. "Hello, Arha."

[ladyofthesands]

"Luke," she murmured almost before he'd spoken, her voice almost as much unspoken as it was barely audible. The effect was layered in a soft mental burr that pushed his name out to almost brush his mind with gentle mental fingers. There was no world and no time when her heart would not warm in his presence--and she felt that now, though she let it pass.

Arha eased herself around to face him, her expression calm, her presence no less strong, though it was more muted than usual. Her palm flicked out, welcoming as her eyes touched his. If there was any lurching on her part, it was heavily concealed to such an extent that she only felt the slightest of twinges. He was, as always and especially through the Force, (which along with her own control gave her an almost eerie, but much needed peace) beautiful. For an instant, she allowed herself to objectively contemplate that--he shone with the Force, a light in a dark place and she smiled up at him.

Kull wahad, she thought, and let out a slow, even breath

[restoresbalance]

He let that mental touch wash over him, and it made him ache a little inside. What he had to tell her today, well, it wouldn't be easy at all. Luke could feel Arha holding back, and kept a sigh to himself. Would that only increase when she heard what he had to say?

He sat beside her, cross-legged on the floor of the temple. They didn't need to face each other; Luke could feel her presence beside him and in his mind it became an image of her, slender body and bright red hair, and those unusual blue-within-blue eyes that fixed on you when you spoke and held you very much captive.

"Have you been all right?" A questioning probe reached out to her along with his words. He was asking after more than her general health; what had happened between them in the Sensorium couldn't be ignored.

[ladyofthesands]

"I am," she began quietly, brushing her presence gently into him, "well, Luke." Arha had nothing to hide from him and never would. She was fine, perhaps she ached in the part she'd tucked away, but it was so thickly folded over that it was a muffled, muted thing. Time would ease it as it did everything.

It was too late to not get attached to him, but she could let that attachment sit gently and not bring her misery. The Order cautioned against attachment, against love itself, for it did bring misery in the end of all things. She would not find misery, she would find the joy of it.

"I am pleased to see you, as I always will be," Arha said as gently as possible.

FINE. I'll tag you, sheesh. :3

[jedimacguyver]

A gentle touch, at the edge of her senses, unobstrusive, delicately sympathetic, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was standing just inside this place of peace, looking upwards with an unfocused gaze, simply admiring the play of light along the architecture, luxuriating in the peace of this place. He smiled gently at her, but said nothing. It was like a warm touch on her shoulder. I am your friend. I understand your pain. I am here.

Goddamn, you better be tagging. :o

[ladyofthesands]

Arha half blinked at him and let a slow, even breath out. With it went the soft tug of her mind, a silent plea for company, a whispered come sit with me the she didn't waste breath on. Sometimes, that breezy mental touch was all she could manage, and now was one such case. Pain. It wasn't so much pain as it was the loss of a path, the slight ache of possibility that had now slid past.

But what was done was done and she let it lie.

holy shit, did aim just have a seizure, or WHAT?!

[jedimacguyver]

He nodded slightly, and without a word came to sit beside her. A soft sigh slowed his breath and took up the familiar meditative stance. He asked nothing, closing his eyes, and simply being.

You broke AIM with Obi-Wan. Clearly.

[ladyofthesands]

For a long moment, Arha sat there without moving and then carefully shifted to wordlessly lean her cheek against his shoulder as she closed her eyes. She forgot to care about the distance put between them, the ever proper distance, but besides the touch of her mind and her cheek against his shoulder--she did maintain just enough distance.

Just enough.