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Deep breath in. Focus like Master Ballantine taught you. But meditation is difficult when you can feel a pull at the back of your mind. She can feel it, drawing her attention away from her peace. Like an itch she needs to scratch. The closer she gets to it, the more it forms a solid thought, an image to latch onto: Kit.
Jade's eyes open, sigh escaping her lips. Of course it's Kit. She gets up and rushes out of the meditation room. Where is she going? What is she up to at this time of night? Jade is just barely able to catch her stepping onto the ledge. Kit feels her, too. They've spent far too much time together. "You're never in the mood, Kit."
the constant supervision, the repeated reprimands - kit needs a break. or five. it's not that she doesn't enjoy the training, she does, but it's everything that goes along with it. it's too... confining. suffocating, almost. on a day where anything that could've gone wrong did go wrong, kit needed to escape for a while. breathe. was that too much to ask for? apparently so. pressing lips together, kit pauses on the window ledge as a familiar face appears. ❛ please just go to bed, @dutyxbound. i'm not in the mood. ❜
"A Jedi shall not know anger... nor hatred... nor love..." feat. @tanthalos
She should have gone after her that night. She didn't. She let fear dictate her choices. And now she's spent months listening to people say Kit's dead. But she knows it isn't true. She knows it's a euphemism, because no one wants to speak the truth. Kit's not dead. She's lost. And Jade has a hard time believing that.
She hates that she can feel her so sharply. As if Kit is a literal piece of her. Nightclubs are not a place Jade feels she belongs and that doesn't change as she walks through the crowded bodies. She watches her from across the room, represses the ache in her chest as an arm drapes around Kit, focuses in on the dark energy around Kit until she can feel it right behind her. She stops. "I wanted to see for myself..."
kit feels her absence every day. it both devastates and angers her. lili tells her that she would be completely inhuman if she didn't allow herself the freedom of feeling, that the jedi do everything in their power to quell individuality, destroy love, and top the power struggle. she's convinced the youngster that she's now free of all that; that she can now do what she wants, yet something still feels... amiss.
completely lost in her own thoughts, a new experience for the youngster, kit barely even notices the arm wrapping around her shoulders nor the loud music that pulses through the air. it's only when a familiar mess of red curls crosses the corner of her eyes, does she snap to attention, bringing kit to her feet. what is she doing here? placing a hand on the holstered saber, kit excuses herself from the table and moves to follow @dutyxbound through the crowd. ❛❛ it's been months, and you don't even say hello? ouch. ❜❜
❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜ – @tanthalos
Fighting between them has always been a dance. Jade steps here, Kit moves there. Kit’s blue blade comes down, Jade’s green one flies up. Sparks fly before pushing off, searching for the next opening. Sparks always fly. But they've never danced so fast before, so lethally. Jade swings her blade down. She doesn’t want to mortally injure Kit. Just wound her well enough that she stops. Even Jade grows exhausted of swinging her lightsaber about, blocking, striking, pushing. And it weighs heavier with the conflict she feels swirling in the girl who was once her best friend. A storm so dark that Jade barely sees into it anymore. “And in your search, you chose to make enemies instead,” Jade observes when their blades lock once more. “Come home, Kit. Stop hiding.”