Leia "fITE ME" Organa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oratorical) wrote2016-05-05 08:19 pm
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[It's not exactly the answer Leia was expecting to hear, and it's far from a subject she wants to discuss. Besides, she's fine, there's no troubles here anymore. She's great.
She presses her lips tightly together for the briefest of seconds, before adapting what's admittedly a decent attempt at pretending she doesn't know what he's talking about.]
There aren't troubles to discuss.
She presses her lips tightly together for the briefest of seconds, before adapting what's admittedly a decent attempt at pretending she doesn't know what he's talking about.]
There aren't troubles to discuss.
[Qui-Gon's words are, for better or for worse, matter-of-fact and to the point. Still, there's the unending compassion that creases his brow and the fine lines around his eyes.]
You lost your brother, your husband, and your father in a span of months while simultaneously handling local affairs.
For you to say there is nothing to discuss means you are either lying or cold-hearted.
[His tone softens even more.]
And we both know the latter is far from the truth.
You lost your brother, your husband, and your father in a span of months while simultaneously handling local affairs.
For you to say there is nothing to discuss means you are either lying or cold-hearted.
[His tone softens even more.]
And we both know the latter is far from the truth.
[despite her best efforts to keep any effects contained, wisps of icy cold air leak off from Leia's current position.]
It's not as if it's never happened before. I know how to handle myself.
[If she could handle moving past--as much as that's even possible--what happened to Alderaan, staying here by herself for a period longer than most of her family isn't difficult at all. Even if the distractions here in Empatheias aren't as pressing or numerous as the distractions back home.]
It's not as if it's never happened before. I know how to handle myself.
[If she could handle moving past--as much as that's even possible--what happened to Alderaan, staying here by herself for a period longer than most of her family isn't difficult at all. Even if the distractions here in Empatheias aren't as pressing or numerous as the distractions back home.]
I have no doubt of your ability to handle yourself, Leia.
[She’s proven herself a million times over, after all. Qui-Gon can’t and won’t seek to rob her of that. But the fact of the matter is that nobody, no matter how strong, can endure that much without another person by their side to help shoulder the burden.]
But have you taken the time to truly process your emotions?
[She’s proven herself a million times over, after all. Qui-Gon can’t and won’t seek to rob her of that. But the fact of the matter is that nobody, no matter how strong, can endure that much without another person by their side to help shoulder the burden.]
But have you taken the time to truly process your emotions?
There's not much to process.
[Well that's a lie, but it's a lie Leia has thoroughly convinced herself of. They're gone, she's not, and that's that. She has other things to do besides mope about Han, Luke, and her father no longer being here. Other people need her to do things other than mope.]
[Well that's a lie, but it's a lie Leia has thoroughly convinced herself of. They're gone, she's not, and that's that. She has other things to do besides mope about Han, Luke, and her father no longer being here. Other people need her to do things other than mope.]
[Not even the icy wisps coming from Leia can keep the tiny, concerned begonias from sprouting around Qui-Gon's feet as he takes in her words.]
Just because you're not acknowledging your emotions doesn't mean there is a lack of them.
[Qui-Gon sighs.]
I won't tell you that there is a correct way to mourn, but I cannot stand idly by and watch you push yourself to actively avoid it.
Just because you're not acknowledging your emotions doesn't mean there is a lack of them.
[Qui-Gon sighs.]
I won't tell you that there is a correct way to mourn, but I cannot stand idly by and watch you push yourself to actively avoid it.
[He's not wrong, and Leia knows that much. The fact that she doesn't even comment on a lack of emotions is indication enough of that. Because as much as she wants to pretend otherwise and as much as she wants to put that sort of face forward, she knows full well exactly what her feelings are on everyone leaving.]
Do you plan to put me in time-out?
[Her tone is incredibly dry, and Qui-Gon may not be here for Attitude, but on the other hand, it's a display of some sort of emotion.]
Do you plan to put me in time-out?
[Her tone is incredibly dry, and Qui-Gon may not be here for Attitude, but on the other hand, it's a display of some sort of emotion.]
As if you would stay in time-out.
[Qui-Gon matches dry with dry, but doesn't back down with his empathy. He's in it for the long haul, here!]
My only plan is to help.
[Qui-Gon matches dry with dry, but doesn't back down with his empathy. He's in it for the long haul, here!]
My only plan is to help.
[No time-out could hold Leia when she was a five year old, they couldn't hold her from taking missions in the Alliance, and they sure won't hold her now.]
Then what is it you plan on doing?
Then what is it you plan on doing?
What, indeed.
[Qui-Gon tends to have an airy nature with the way he talks, never betraying his true intentions or any plans he may have unless absolutely necessary. It's a trait that drives people--friend and enemy alike--absolutely mad, but one that he never has and never will break.]
[He steps further into Leia's home and takes a seat, leisurely crossing one leg over the other. Because. You know. He can't get any more infuriating.]
I've decided that I'm not going to do anything. At least, not until you start speaking to me about your emotions.
[Qui-Gon tends to have an airy nature with the way he talks, never betraying his true intentions or any plans he may have unless absolutely necessary. It's a trait that drives people--friend and enemy alike--absolutely mad, but one that he never has and never will break.]
[He steps further into Leia's home and takes a seat, leisurely crossing one leg over the other. Because. You know. He can't get any more infuriating.]
I've decided that I'm not going to do anything. At least, not until you start speaking to me about your emotions.
[Of all the methods people have tried to get Leia to talk about her personal feelings, this is not one of them. And as a result it's not one she expected to hear from Qui-Gon.
She furrows her brow, not quite sure she actually heard him properly.]
I'm sorry?
She furrows her brow, not quite sure she actually heard him properly.]
I'm sorry?
[Stupid stuff like this is why the Jedi Council hated him, Leia.]
[He calls it being creative with problem-solving and listening to the Living Force, everyone else calls it him being an asshole.]
The longer you don't talk with me-- or with anyone else for that matter--about your feelings, the longer I'll stay here.
[He calls it being creative with problem-solving and listening to the Living Force, everyone else calls it him being an asshole.]
The longer you don't talk with me-- or with anyone else for that matter--about your feelings, the longer I'll stay here.
[stupid stuff like this is why Qui-Gon should be glad Leia isn't a fan of learning how to use the Force. Instead of being Force shoved out of the house, he's instead subjected to Leia raising her chin, her lips pressed tightly together and her eyes slightly narrowed in a very obvious display of annoyance.]
Does Ezra know you're planning on staying here?
Does Ezra know you're planning on staying here?
[At any other point in their friend-slash-family??-ship, Qui-Gon would have taken the threat as it was presented. Even now he can fully comprehend that he's managed to worm his way under Leia's skin and knows better than to treat it lightly.]
[But that's what he wants. He wants to get an emotional rise out of Leia. That's how they're going to make progress. Or at least that's what he's telling himself.]
Not yet, no.
But if it looks like I'll be staying a while, then I can inform him. That won't be a problem.
[But that's what he wants. He wants to get an emotional rise out of Leia. That's how they're going to make progress. Or at least that's what he's telling himself.]
Not yet, no.
But if it looks like I'll be staying a while, then I can inform him. That won't be a problem.
[He's succeeding in getting some sort of emotional rise out of Leia, at least, even if it may not be a positive one for now.]
There are spare blankets in the closet down the hall.
[There's your answer, Qui-Gon.]
There are spare blankets in the closet down the hall.
[There's your answer, Qui-Gon.]
I thank you for your hospitality.
[It sounds like something that could be said sarcastically, and seeing that this is Qui-Gon speaking, there’s always that chance. The guy is a master at passive aggressive ploys.]
[But it isn’t. Just like everything else, outside of the one or two bits of dry commentary from earlier, Qui-Gon’s words are sincere.]
[That being said, he’s pretty sure he’s in this one for the long haul. Hoo boy.]
[It sounds like something that could be said sarcastically, and seeing that this is Qui-Gon speaking, there’s always that chance. The guy is a master at passive aggressive ploys.]
[But it isn’t. Just like everything else, outside of the one or two bits of dry commentary from earlier, Qui-Gon’s words are sincere.]
[That being said, he’s pretty sure he’s in this one for the long haul. Hoo boy.]
[He absolutely is. Because if Leia is two things, those things are stubborn and reluctant to talk about her own personal feelings, and both of those combine into probably the worst disaster for Qui-Gon to deal with.
And while it's not as if Leia ignores him while he's camping out in her living room, she doesn't give in and talk about her feelings just yet. If it were up to her, she just. Wouldn't. It's up to Qui-Gon to give her a nudge or a heavy shove if he wants that to happen.]
And while it's not as if Leia ignores him while he's camping out in her living room, she doesn't give in and talk about her feelings just yet. If it were up to her, she just. Wouldn't. It's up to Qui-Gon to give her a nudge or a heavy shove if he wants that to happen.]
[Qui-Gon likes to consider himself a pretty good judge of little things like character, intentions, and when it's a good time to metaphorically shove a stubborn space princess into discussing her feelings. After these past few days of camping out (literally, if the tiny little sprouts he's brought along are anything to go by), it's become even clearer than before that Leia Organa is made of emotional durasteel. Which is far from a bad thing, but also far from the healthiest.]
Good afternoon.
[He's perfectly pleasant when he greets Leia, a gentleman in every single way... if we don't count the hostile takeover of his friend's living room.]
Good afternoon.
[He's perfectly pleasant when he greets Leia, a gentleman in every single way... if we don't count the hostile takeover of his friend's living room.]
[Leia absolutely counts the hostile takeover of her living room. You know, just for the record. As fond as she may be of Qui-Gon, she's not so fond of living with him for this long of an extended period of time, especially when she didn't exactly invite him in the first place.]
Are you planning to leave the couch today?
Are you planning to leave the couch today?
Leia?
[Ezra's emotions are all over the place with even that simple call. Flustered and embarrassed and afraid and uncertain and anxious, utterly anxious, and so much more in a tangled mess that dips up and down like a roller coaster with his attempts to smooth it out and sound normal.]
Are you there? Can we talk?
[Ezra's emotions are all over the place with even that simple call. Flustered and embarrassed and afraid and uncertain and anxious, utterly anxious, and so much more in a tangled mess that dips up and down like a roller coaster with his attempts to smooth it out and sound normal.]
Are you there? Can we talk?
[That's a mix of emotions Leia hasn't felt in a while, and as much as she's curious what's going on, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned. She tries to exude some sense of calm over the connection, albeit subconsciously.]
I am. Did something happen?
I am. Did something happen?
[It's hard to say whether the calm from Leia's end helps. Ezra does take a deep breath, though, trying to make his mental voice nonchalant. Come on, Bridger, get a grip. Just be casual.]
No, not exactly. Not to me, anyway. I just. Have a friend. He needs some advice, you know, from a girl, and I said I know a girl. I mean, you're still a girl even if you're older now, right?
[Right?
Sorry, Leia, you're getting subjected to some awkward rambling.]
No, not exactly. Not to me, anyway. I just. Have a friend. He needs some advice, you know, from a girl, and I said I know a girl. I mean, you're still a girl even if you're older now, right?
[Right?
Sorry, Leia, you're getting subjected to some awkward rambling.]
[It doesn't seem to Leia that any calmness is helping Ezra's racing emotions and rambling questions. Instead, listening to what he's worried about is likely the best place to start, she decides.]
I don't remember that ever changing.
[Which is to say, yes, clearly, she's still a girl.]
I don't remember that ever changing.
[Which is to say, yes, clearly, she's still a girl.]
[Ezra breathes out, as much from relief as anything else, because no, he hadn't doubted Leia was a girl, but she's basically confirmed her willingness to give advice from a girl's point of view.]
Good. Great. So maybe you can tell me - so I can tell him - what it means when a girl won't talk to you after you- after he- kissed her.
[THIS IS TOTALLY SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT HERE.]
Does it mean he was a really bad kisser?
Good. Great. So maybe you can tell me - so I can tell him - what it means when a girl won't talk to you after you- after he- kissed her.
[THIS IS TOTALLY SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT HERE.]
Does it mean he was a really bad kisser?
[Ah. Well. That certainly would explain it. She's got a much better picture of what happened here to Ezra.
Sorry, "Ezra's Friend."]
I wouldn't say that. There are many other reasons she might decide to pull back after being kissed.
Sorry, "Ezra's Friend."]
I wouldn't say that. There are many other reasons she might decide to pull back after being kissed.
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