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Two small tiny gloved hands would reach up at the hood. There was the tiniest of trembles to the motion, a hesitation perhaps.

"Been a while crocodile." said the voice, just as strands of blonde hair would reveal themselves as the hood fell back. The tresses were longer, a good six inches longer than he'd seen last. Her face was a bit more harried, narrow. She'd lost weight. Perhaps one could say a bit too much. Then again, after what she'd gone through, that perhaps would be of no surprise.

She was paler; gone was that healthy tan. Over the right side of her temple a small butterfly patch of bacta would cover a wound. She, by all accounts, would appear to be a leaner version of the young woman [member="Talon Vosra"] had seen last.

Ahh, but the eyes. Bright blue, with a measure of warmth that would be startling familiar. Filled with affection and slowly starting to tear up as she saw the Zelosian's familiar bright green eyes, a wobbly smile curving over her lips.

"Hey Greenie...missed ya."

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Without another word, mental or otherwise, he turned after exiting the council chambers in the opposite direction of the last time he'd left them: away from the archives and towards the main entrance, towards the great staircase that fronted the temple. It occurred to him that he could just as easily not have left place in which the council once sat, could have effected such a conversation purely via the gift of telepathy, but...

It's none of their business.

...that thought was not his own. At least it seemed to have come from nowhere, the dismissive tone of it so uncharacteristic, but at the same time it had not come from outside of his mind. That much was certain, and what was even more certain was that he kept such things to himself. There was even less he understood about himself as the days passed

Anyone could be listening.

He shook his head. Footsteps, his and hers, came to the front door and without waiting for the one that had demanded his attention he proceeded out-of-doors and began descending the steps with purpose, eyes focused on horizon above the trees. It was as if something had taken control, the set of his jaw and intensity of his eyes showing a far different man than the seer that many in the order knew. If no-one saw him, then some most certainly would feel his presence in that frame of time, bold and commanding it was... and yet, his head turned, and in seeing [member="Kira Liadain"] the whole strangeness that had taken him collapsed in a way not unlike something all-consuming entity of the Force had simply ceased to exist. He stumbled, balance precarious for a moment until his footing was regained on two separate steps.

"Ohhh," Jannik blinked, stared, mouth dropping open as a shaking breath was drawn in, brow knit in a clear emotive display while his mind scrambled to assess just what had occurred, the next words coming as he exhaled in a shudder, "oh, lass..."

The thought of what [member="Quietus"] might do in the face of this interruption couldn't get a hold of him in that moment. A shriek sounded, the emotions of seeing the Lorrdian then were great, and all the images and memory that surfaced as side-effect served as a painful trigger. Hands went to his head, and in the next instant the seer was doubled over, teeth clenched, as what he had seen only hours before invaded his mind... yet it was more, and it was clear. Very clear. The voice that came was, perhaps, not his own.

[SIZE=28pt]Water[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt]crimson and endless[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt]choked with faces[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt].[/SIZE]​

The head rose, body following suit.​

[SIZE=28pt]The Republic gags on its own blood[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt].[/SIZE]​

Eyes opened, voids of black in place of the blue that should have been there, and focused on no-one in particular... except, perhaps, for the blonde this body had shed so many tears for.​

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Dots had been connected.​

[SIZE=28pt]Manaan falls[/SIZE][SIZE=28pt].[/SIZE]​

And he doubled over again. Such pain to reach through, to regain control.​

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="???"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]

Eyes like emeralds stared as he looked on. A heart gripped with emotions long fought as he watched her look up from beneath the hood. How many times had he dreamed of this moment, of seeing her safe?
There were no words as he looked at her. The steady rhythm of his heart beat faster with every second he looked into her blue eyes. How had he missed her? If words existed to express such a thing he didn't know them. He loved her like the myriad pieces of a broken heart loved the whole and missed her like the flowers missed the gentle spring rain. Was this real? This moment, could it be?

He took a step closer, still no words could escape his trembling lips as he found himself holding his breath as if even to breath would chase this moment away and she would be gone. The distance closed further as another step was taken, legs nearly too weak from nerves to carry him forward. Slowly he reached a hand forward fear that she was a mere illusion a unreal phantom from his own mind sent to torment him further with the memory of his lost love. Gently his hand bushed hers and sent sensations dancing across his skin. The softness of her hand the small fingers as he held them lightly afraid that if he were not gentle the illusion would break and she would again be gone.

He stepped forward closer as she looked up at his his face. His other hand moving gently up to brush her cheek and then offer a gentle caress. He brushed back her hair gently as he continued to hold her hand in his. Strong fingers ran softly over her pale skin as he pushed hair the color of a suns ray over her ear. He was close now as his hand brushed near the healing cuts and bruises. A tear beaded on a pale eyelid before slowly falling onto his high cheekboned face.

Standing nearly pressed against her as he took in all he could still unsure if this were real or prehaps he had descended into madness. The slight smell of citrus graced his senses along with the smell of her skin. He felt her breath as his fingers ran from her ear down the side of her face. His eyes wide, in awe of her as the emerald orbs drank in the sight of her like a dessert plain greedily taking in every drop of a rare precious rain. His hand slid to her neck gently and he looked down as she looked up. Their eyes again met and yet again no words could express what he had kept to himself for so long. The set of his eyes, his jaw and shoulders. The feel of his hand still holding hers would tell her more than his stumbling words ever could. Slowly he leaned down unsure of himself as he brought his forhead to rest on hers. He hesitated mere centimeters from her lips as his hand slid from hers and gently to her side. He softly pulled her close. His heart beating wildly as his body touched hers. The pause felt like an eternity as his senses danced with everything that was her. He reveled in her look, her smell, her touch. The feel of her chest rise and fall against him, the sound of her breathing.

Hesitation gone, fear allayed, he closed the gap as his strong arms enwrapped her gently still unsure even now of whether she was there or a figment of his imagination. Was this a trick? Was it real? He didn't know.

He pulled her against him now and pulled her head to rest against his shoulder as he embraced the little woman. Tears streamed from the depths of his soul as his hand held the side of her head as he held her close. Breathing increased, all ready pounding heart threatened to burst as he squeezed her tighter afraid she would be gone again. He didn't know if this was real or madness but if it was madness than he would never desire sanity. If this were however just a dream, then he vowed to never wake. Only seconds, minutes, hours, or perhaps eternity passed and with reluctance he pulled away. It mattered little as even if it had been eternity it would never be enough. He leaned his forehead to hers eyes nearly closed as he drank in her scent.

"Hey." He whispered softly as his hands lowered to hers and he held them again, "Please be real." His words so soft they could have died from a strong breath as he stood there.

[member="Quietus"]