http://inheritsthesky.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] inheritsthesky.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-03-06 01:16 pm

[OPEN]

WHO: Luke Skywalker ([livejournal.com profile] inheritsthesky), Selina Kyle ([livejournal.com profile] meowminx), Mytho ([livejournal.com profile] 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.

[identity profile] lovemedangit.livejournal.com 2010-03-09 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"They don't come when the Raven's Blood is strong..." Mytho agreed, watching the bird with a soft smile.

[identity profile] lovemedangit.livejournal.com 2010-03-09 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] lovemedangit.livejournal.com 2010-03-10 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
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.