Stellan pressed his hand against Elzar’s chest. He couldn’t feel a heartbeat.
Stellan pulled back a fist, slamming it down above Elzar’s heart, over and over.
“Come on,” he yelled at his oldest friend. “You’re not finished yet. Do you hear me? You’re not finished.”
“I…” He put his hand to his mouth, “I have to go.”Before Avar could reply, he fled.
She was alone on the balcony, but it was all right. She felt Elzar solidly even as he ran away from her. He had to leave her, too, so that he could come back.
Just because there’s something you might not like doesn’t mean it’s bad??? And telling other people they’re wrong for what they like and feel connected to LITERALLY STOP
THE RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS ERA ARE LIKE NO OTHER whether it be master/padawan, romantic or platonic there are sooooooo many I’ve fallen in love with and hold special places in my heart
When they were young, she’d assumed their destiny with the Force would be the same. Or at least run parallel. They’d be together in it, forever. She was starting to believe that again. The pull to him, the need for him—it couldn’t be wrong. It didn’t feel wrong.
“Sounds like it’s ramping up. You want to put away a few glasses of whatever they’ve got? I wouldn’t mind dancing, either. Should we go dance, Jedi Master Elzar Mann?”
He wondered what she thought of the look he was giving her just then. If she might be drowning a bit, too.
Avar had all the arguments right there at the ready, sparking in her mind as she kissed Elzar.
He drew back, gasping a little. “Avar,” he whispered.
“Elzar.”
Their names could be enough in these shadowy close quarters.
“Elzar sat in the chair and leaned his elbows on the cold desk. She always contacted him immediately upon returning to Republic space. She said it grounded her and gave her a soft goal that never changed from mission to mission; he knew it was to calm him down.