Hevana Martin
Hair-triggered Super Soldier
Tamely Hevana followed to the bench and sat down. It surprised her when Coryth said the Force would not be involved, that was the thing that while Hevana did not understand it, at least understood that it could do amazing things. For the Jedi to be doing this without was... a bit awesome.
When the emotions began to roll over Hevana, her eyes opened wide before closing. Quickly she was lost in the feelings of the other woman, and knew that for the rest of her life she would always have the memories of these feelings to support her. There would be no need to doubt, to wonder if the other truly felt as they said they did. Not when she could feel the other woman's emotions as she felt her own. Knew they were as real as her own. It was something that she would carry for the rest of her life.
As the onslaught of emotions came to an end, Hevana reopened her eyes. Her face was wet with tears, and she had the most annoying little quiver in the corner of her mouth. Gently she reached up a hand and touched against the red hair that she so often saw in her dreams. "Thank you Coryth," she said quietly. "That is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me."
Sitting there, her own emotions bled freely. Every bit of her love for the other woman. The loyalty that would sooner have her throw herself before death than let any harm come to the healer. A boundless desire that was caged by an even stronger devotion and respect. Hevana hoped Coryth felt these emotions as clearly as she had allowed the soldier to, so that there was never any question to how deeply Hevana cared. It was more than just gratitude for saving her life. That might have been the catalyst, but Coryth had earned the rest by simply being herself.
"I love you Coryth."
When the emotions began to roll over Hevana, her eyes opened wide before closing. Quickly she was lost in the feelings of the other woman, and knew that for the rest of her life she would always have the memories of these feelings to support her. There would be no need to doubt, to wonder if the other truly felt as they said they did. Not when she could feel the other woman's emotions as she felt her own. Knew they were as real as her own. It was something that she would carry for the rest of her life.
As the onslaught of emotions came to an end, Hevana reopened her eyes. Her face was wet with tears, and she had the most annoying little quiver in the corner of her mouth. Gently she reached up a hand and touched against the red hair that she so often saw in her dreams. "Thank you Coryth," she said quietly. "That is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me."
Sitting there, her own emotions bled freely. Every bit of her love for the other woman. The loyalty that would sooner have her throw herself before death than let any harm come to the healer. A boundless desire that was caged by an even stronger devotion and respect. Hevana hoped Coryth felt these emotions as clearly as she had allowed the soldier to, so that there was never any question to how deeply Hevana cared. It was more than just gratitude for saving her life. That might have been the catalyst, but Coryth had earned the rest by simply being herself.
"I love you Coryth."