Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝟶𝟶𝟶. The silence was almost utterly deafening. Kaye silently stood on the terrace, gazing down at the shop across from her, lost in thought. Her mind was a whirl of many emotions, thoughts, and memories that weakly threatened to overflow and spill out of her like a flood.
Suddenly, a gentle touch of someone's presence enveloped her senses before the warmth of their voice reached her ears. Their voice was a freight train thundering through the quiet of her mind.
She glanced over her shoulder, seeing Yord behind her. The thin curve of his lips belied the size of his heart.
“You left Coruscant without a word.” he uttered the first words spoken in years between them, ringing with the weight of the unspoken.
“I thought the Jedi Order already apprised that they don't like pointless conversations with a Gray Jedi.” she muttered lightly, her words spoke like an airy melody.
“You're still family, Kaye.” Yord said, his quiet voice surrounded her like a blanket of comfort. “It is just that we weren't beside you.” he continued as he shielded her from the stresses of life.
She fought the urge to turn around, unwilling to face the voice that kept clawing its way into her mind. “But taking care of yourself at your worst is the bravest thing you can ever do, beautiful.” Yord muttered, reaching her to the end and making her turn around.
“You're praising me.” Kaye spoke nimbly, scrunching her eyes, as if it was clearly obvious. “Maybe I am?” Yord softly rumbled, as if asking a question that unknowingly hovered between them.
“Very bold of you, but I'd rather be called... clever or quick-witted.” she said, uttering her own ability with a self-assurance that left no room for doubt. Her words rang with a clear sense of pride without a tiny hint of arrogance.
Yord scooted himself as he tore his eyes away from her for a split second, the slow curve of his lips betrayed an inner joke only he was in on. “Clever or quick-witted, huh? Well I suppose I could call you that.” Yord uttered, a smug of amusement betraying him.
He slowly moved closer to her ear, his voice only a breath against her skin, a secret shared only between the two of them... “But I'd much rather say that you're very beautiful.”
