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[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

WHO: Luke Skywalker (inheritsthesky), Selina Kyle (meowminx), Mytho (lovemedangit), OPEN
WHERE: A Park.
WHEN: Today, March 6th. Afternoon.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Luke is trying to concentrate, which means you/someone/everyone should come disrupt him as much as possible.
FORMAT: Paragraph, then either one. :3


Feeling he'd been woefully neglecting his training, Luke had decided to leave off lesson plans and work for an afternoon in favor of going out to meditate a little in the park. It wasn't a clear day, but at least the sun was out, and it shone brightly and warmly in the spot he'd chosen. Warmth--one of the few things he missed about Tatooine. Space, he'd learned when he left for the Rebellion at 19, was cold, and so was this place.

But the Force, when he touched it after quieting his mind of extraneous thoughts (Mara, the much younger Ben who didn't remember him or his father, who had disappeared from the city again), was warm too, and Luke let it fill his body in preparation for the training exercises he'd planned for today.

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AND DROSSELMEYER IS FAKIR'S GREAT-SOMETHING GRANDPA. WTF, MAN :DD

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

[[OoC: and oh god, he's going to start just reciting the story of the Prince and the Raven, only there's no canon text for it @_@ Do you know the show or shall I just try and give a brief rundown?]]

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: I'm familiar with it, don't worry. XD we can skip to the end!]]

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

[[OoC: Oh thank goodness *gives you cookies* ]]

Sitting down next to him, Mytho began to recite the story. He had it completely memorized, and his recitation was decidingly lacking in emotion, as it he were just reading it from pages, rather than having been the main character in the story.

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

Luke didn't mind the way the story was told--he'd heard news of great import said in the most droll tones possible. He was more interested in what the story said. Although, it'd have been nice to hear a little emphasis in places, know which parts that Mytho thought important. Just hearing a person recite a tale, hearing which parts that resonated with them, could say a lot.

"That's... quite a story," he finished, a little lamely. Even Jedi Masters got knocked off-balance now and then.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

There were parts that Mytho had told Fakir to read over and over, but a sense of importance was just one more feeling he didn't have a grasp of.

He gave a small nod, breaking off a piece of bread and holding it out. A moment later, a chickadee had flitted from the tree and was perched on his thumb, pecking at the bread.

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

Luke smiled, watching the little bird come right up and take crumbs from the young man's hand. "You know, they don't alight like that on just anyone," he said. "Animals know who the good people are, I think."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"They don't come when the Raven's Blood is strong..." Mytho agreed, watching the bird with a soft smile.

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

"It must not be very strong now, then," Luke said, the smile turning gentler again as he tossed a couple pinches of bread off to the birds. They crowded around their feet, looking for more, and he was quiet for a moment more as he threw a few more pieces to them. A Jedi revered life in all its forms, and life responded in kind. Where had he heard that bit of wisdom?

"Is there some way... to get it out of your system?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"Rue is small now... she doesn't scare me.." Mytho answered before looking down slightly. "Ahiru said Rue would save me from it... but she only hurts me more... and Tutu isn't here..." His expression fell slightly.

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

"I bet there's still a way," Luke said encouragingly. "Just because there's already a course plotted doesn't mean it can't change, or that you can't find new ones."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho was quiet a long moment, looking at the ducks but not really seeming to see them. "Without the rest of my heart, or the sword to reshatter it, there's nothing I can do..." His voice was soft, with a tone of something... not quite right in it. A note of frustration, sorrow... and something more.

[inheritsthesky.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there is still something you can do." Luke's blue eyes were far away; many times he'd been told something was impossible, and many times he'd beaten the odds, better than any Corellian even.

"There's always hope for a solution, even if it seems unlikely."