[ It isn't what she's expecting. Ahsoka is always the sure one between them. Always stern and impassive towards so much that Angel battles with daily. ( she'll never forget how she'd held her up when Angel's legs wouldn't work, then - when the memories of her life had rendered her useless to the broiling emotions inside of her, Ahsoka had given her strength enough to face them ). ]
It's okay Ahsoka, you'll never have to do anything you don't want.
[ But that's the difference, she has no concept of that kind of restraint. In her blood is the roar of forgotten things, destruction, she's no finely controlled Jedi, nor the deep hatred of the Sith. She is cracked earth and everything that it means. Those rules don't apply to her, and that's it - it's about good or bad or what destroys or holds fast. It just is. People are people are people, good and bad. She is both, these days. No more deceitful or seeking to drag others down, no more building them up for anything other than the good of the hive. Just is, and that's all she has to be.
She leans forward then, her fingers curling around Ahsoka's forearm, her fingertips are always soft, though it's not from say - Ilde's purity. ]
Promise. [ and she leans in to brush her lips against Ahsoka's cheek. The touch of her mind is sticky and sweet with the alcohol. Honey like for how she trickles against her. Her lips as soft as her fingers where they hold her. Not forcefully. Ahsoka is stronger than she'll ever be, easy to be pulled away from. ] You'll have me no matter what.
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It's okay Ahsoka, you'll never have to do anything you don't want.
[ But that's the difference, she has no concept of that kind of restraint. In her blood is the roar of forgotten things, destruction, she's no finely controlled Jedi, nor the deep hatred of the Sith. She is cracked earth and everything that it means. Those rules don't apply to her, and that's it - it's about good or bad or what destroys or holds fast. It just is. People are people are people, good and bad. She is both, these days. No more deceitful or seeking to drag others down, no more building them up for anything other than the good of the hive. Just is, and that's all she has to be.
She leans forward then, her fingers curling around Ahsoka's forearm, her fingertips are always soft, though it's not from say - Ilde's purity. ]
Promise. [ and she leans in to brush her lips against Ahsoka's cheek. The touch of her mind is sticky and sweet with the alcohol. Honey like for how she trickles against her. Her lips as soft as her fingers where they hold her. Not forcefully. Ahsoka is stronger than she'll ever be, easy to be pulled away from. ] You'll have me no matter what.