[ ahsoka has been to many planets. deserts, icy plains, dark worlds. she's even had an extended mission in mon calamari, where everyone resided underwater. but it wasn't like this. mon cal was warmer, lit up from the inside. this was cold and fathomless, but possessing a strange, frosty beauty that seems to decorate every tide. ]
[A careful exhale, and the edges get properly sharp. An actual day; an actual moment leaning against the rail of an actual tall ship, fingers tense against an abating wave of actual nausea. A moment of soaring contentment watching the small grey-green waves lapping against the weather-beaten hull--and an abrupt plunge of spirits at the sensation of a rough hand clamping tight down on his shoulder for a sharp backward tug--
No. Not that one. Not falling into fear again.
A brighter, clearer day with infinitely bluer waves. A low, nervous bustle just behind as he leans once again over the rail, watching the slowly rising lap of waves against the painted wood. A careful exhale, a deep inhale; a moment of tumbling sensations as he hefts himself over the rail for the dizzying plunge of being lowered beneath the waves. A complete sensation of the sea--bitingly cold despite the sun overhead, constantly moving and tugging at clothes and hair and skin, stinging with the taste and sensation of salt as he fights his momentum to look back at the ship just beneath the waves where the jagged square hole was bleeding water into the ship--
No. Not another failure.
A memory of complete darkness, musty and tight. A sudden shift to blinding brightness, resolving through the heavy bars of the prison door. A clear moment when the oppressive sense of dust and filth is replaced with the sharp scent of salt water catching at the nostrils. A further moment of blinding as the door swings open and a stumbling step forward brings the sun properly into his eyes, and then the wonderful resolution of the pale blue sea stretching out just beyond the edge of the cliff they're perched on.
His mind settles there for a long moment, holding those first few moments of stepping free from Ferrol in the front of his mind, pressing that sensation of finally seeing the ocean again from his mind into hers with all the clarity he can muster.]
[ it's a lot. jarring in many ways but ahsoka accepts it all calmly. gracefully. she has been taught not to get overwhelmed by the emotions and feelings around here. she lets the waves and the darkness wash over her, lulling her to the tune of the tides.
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No. Not that one. Not falling into fear again.
A brighter, clearer day with infinitely bluer waves. A low, nervous bustle just behind as he leans once again over the rail, watching the slowly rising lap of waves against the painted wood. A careful exhale, a deep inhale; a moment of tumbling sensations as he hefts himself over the rail for the dizzying plunge of being lowered beneath the waves. A complete sensation of the sea--bitingly cold despite the sun overhead, constantly moving and tugging at clothes and hair and skin, stinging with the taste and sensation of salt as he fights his momentum to look back at the ship just beneath the waves where the jagged square hole was bleeding water into the ship--
No. Not another failure.
A memory of complete darkness, musty and tight. A sudden shift to blinding brightness, resolving through the heavy bars of the prison door. A clear moment when the oppressive sense of dust and filth is replaced with the sharp scent of salt water catching at the nostrils. A further moment of blinding as the door swings open and a stumbling step forward brings the sun properly into his eyes, and then the wonderful resolution of the pale blue sea stretching out just beyond the edge of the cliff they're perched on.
His mind settles there for a long moment, holding those first few moments of stepping free from Ferrol in the front of his mind, pressing that sensation of finally seeing the ocean again from his mind into hers with all the clarity he can muster.]
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then she opened her eyes. ]
Your life is the sea.
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I thought you should... know.
[Actually wanting to share pieces of himself is new, but it still feels right.]
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But thank you . . . for showing me.
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[Not quite the right word, but the known sensation. Things feel a bit... lighter, somehow.]
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Now let's get this holodeck working.