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[Loske Treicolt]

Somehow consenting to that agreement felt like a farce. When they'd first met, he'd encouraged her to join the Jedi for the case-by-case requirement of heroism, defence and ultimately, aggressive altruism. The sombreness in his tone, both audibly and ethereally, was nigh crushing in itself, and it was just a projection of potential at this point. The only qualifier delivered in that statement was reckless. Most warriors had different definitions of that. She'd been described as reckless.....several times in her tenure as a pilot. That's how her survival rating superseded expectations. It had to do with context.

The inflection in his words was evidence enough at the pain he was expecting, and harrowed expression only compounded the expectation. She wanted to agree, but it felt completely against everything that motivated him. Heroism, at scale, was required to make an impact. "Somehow I doubt that."

There were several strange juxtapositions in that handful of seconds, something Loske figured she'd have to grow accustomed to. Being drawn in by the waist, into the arms of someone who cared about you was holofilm level romantic. She practically melted. That part was undeniably well received, and then at the same time, there was the metallic press where you'd expect a partner's body heat to be. Or some sort of human softness was instead a tough exoskeleton. That armour [member="Cedric Grayson"] was wearing obviously extended beyond the physical plating, given the emotional plea and negotiation just imparted.

"But we can try. Like you said, you're pretty good at balance. Kinda part of the whole Jedi thing. Me too. It can work. We can make it work."

She reached up to brace the side of his face reassuringly, mostly because it was the only available flesh she could touch to get some sense of human under all that protection. He was...scared. More than apprehensive of a new sort of relationship. What could she do or say? At this point, only words. "I'll do my best not to be the cause of your pain."

 

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She was right, of course.

Cedric's request was an infantile one that had no basis in reality. Such was the influence of emotion. At times, Cedric had envied droids. Their existence might have been dull, but it was a far simpler one. Times like these made him happy he was flesh and blood though, despite all the inadequacies that came with such.

Loske's words had an effect on him, and her lithe form resting against him certainly helped. He breathed a quiet, contented sigh. Whatever worries ailed him would do him no credit right now. There was little point in overthinking, and destroying what small pleasures life had to give him in the process. That was a cycle he'd allowed himself to fall into far too many times - now was as good a time for change as any.

"You sound so sure I might actually believe you," he cracked a hazy grin. Her touch was warm, and it burned away whatever worries lingered at the edges of his mind. He met her eyes, blue met blue, and allowed himself to let go of the fear gnawing at his soul.

"You're so cheesy. I love it." He half-whispered as he leaned in. She'd reassured him - brought to the fore an ability Cedric did not have. It was why they worked together so well - Cedric understood the esoterics and the spiritual, but his soul was a scarred thing. Loske understood how people worked, genuine emotions, things he struggled with. She was a light he hadn't realized he'd been missing for a very long time. "I'll do the same for you." Silence filled the empty hallway as he kissed her again, the smell of stale carpet in the air and sounds of nightly activity rumbling from the rooms around. Cedric paid them no mind - Loske was intoxicating.

[member="Loske Matson"]