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Private Obsession || Cordelia

Rience

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THEED, NABOO

Obsession.

That was the correct word, wasn't it? The act of spending every waking hour aand every free moment diving after a single objective? At least, that was the term being tossed around behind the Knight's back. It was no secret that Rience was not the most social of the Knighthood - at least, not in recent history. Given the fact that he was formerly the Lord Commander, one would have thought that he would go out of his way to retain some semblance of the former visage. Of a passionate man leading the charge against the nation's adversaries. Yet, Rience existed in complete contrast. Gone were the bulky plates which made up his former armor. In their place? A standard attire from the armory - one which befitted investigations and breaching locales.

He kept to himself. During sorties he did his job extremely well - he kept his comrades alive.

But as soon as the reports were filed and the day was done? Rience made a b-line for the Archives. There, he would stand - bouncing from holocron to tome. From tome to scroll. He scoured every resource he could get his hands on. And, when whatever trail he was on went cold, he'd be the first to sign up for retrieval missions. It didn't matter how dangerous an unearthed temple seemed - if there was the potential to find additional resources? He was there.

Obsession. That might have been the correct word on the outside. But for the Knight, the word he chose was devotion. All of his efforts were going towards answering a single problem. A cure. An end to the plague which had dominated the life of one quite special. While she had seen fit to embrace this "gift", the Hunter balked at the changes. She was ice - and not metaphorically. Her skin was frigid to the touch. Her flesh as sturdy as stone. She could move mountains more or less, but would that be suitable for rearing their children? Surely, if he could find an end to this night of hers, then she could make the choice. See reason, perhaps.

He wouldn't force her - but he would do his best.

This day, Rience could be found within the Archives per the usual. He stood, tome in hand, whilst several others were suspended by the Force. Each flipping idly whilst he skimmed their contents. It was a dizzying display - but the man knew what he was after. A mixture of concentration mingled with frustration tinged his expression - for yet again this was going nowhere. He'd be lying if he said the temptation to give up wasn't strong.


 

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There were very few times that Cordelia's concern reared it's head, especially for Rience. She loved him, cared for him, but also knew that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He had every ability to handle himself in any given situation, and so concern was not usually an emotion that seeped through Delia's thickened walls of control. However as of late, this had changed.
She did not and could not understand what it was that he was so vehemently searching for. Something that would take him from their home day in and day out, or take him off world entirely for extended periods of time. All in the name of what, some research that he didn't particularly discuss with her at any length or give details about? It was starting to weigh on Cordelia, enough so that for once she did not wait within the confines of their home in hopes that he may return there later on in the evening. No, the redheaded monster headed straight for the source of so much distance put between herself and her other half; the Archives.
It had never been a place that Delia dabbled in much, nor any like it for that matter even when she was young and curious. She had always been hands on, preferring to learn through example rather than through words on a page or screen. The smell of the room, while welcoming to some, made the woman's nose curl for only a moment and she shook her head just once. Still even that didn't not deter her from her reason of being here, and it took her no time to find Rience's presence mixed into this place of old knowledge.
"And here you are," she sighed out at him as she made her approach. "Finding you here, like this, does very little to deter the rumors of your odd, unexplained obsession." she pointed out to him. Her feet carried her forward to close the distance between not herself and Rience, but one of the tomes he had hovering about. She skimmed only a few lines, only enough to see that whatever this was? Whatever it was that he was hunting for so obsessively? She wasn't sure she liked the sounds of it. "Rience, what is all of this?" Now she wanted answers, and she shifted her body so that she was turned to face him as she waited for them.
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