dazzle &&. gleam !

"Wrong fo—" No, not wrong at all. Intentional. Eris placed her right foot in the stirrup and whipped her left leg around until she was mounted and facing him directly. A light dusting of color powdered his cheekbones. Slotting his own foot back into the stirrup, he grabbed the rein with both hands, caging Eris in to ensure that she wouldn't slip. Cerberus was a large, healthy horse, and it would be a long fall if she did. William would be damned if he'd allow that to happen. "Tom?" Eris didn't leave his inquiry hanging in the air for long. A quiet 'ah' or realization escaped his lips, followed by a subconscious furrow of his brow. Eight minutes was a record indeed. Each suitor's disposal quicker than the last. Yet it took everything within William to ignore that feeling of dread dwelling deep in the pit of his stomach. What would happen when she met a suitor she did approve of? Sooner or later, she'd become engaged, move far beyond Pemberley's reach. Who would he have for a companion? Ms. Taylor? His kid sister? God forbid! But he could not be so selfish as to deny Eris her happiness if she did find someone—

the way william insisted on having a secure hold on her melted every inconvenience of the day. eris just so grateful in the moment that he'd accidentally come to her emotional rescue.

"yes. tom. " she blinked, awaiting for him to catch up with a flat smile.

and what a great idea this was. forced close proximity to look right into william's big sad brown eyes. which still---had no answer. but with having the father he had? perhaps he didn't want to talk about it. but when did he ever? cerberus continued to wander the estate, his slow strides swaying their hips loosely. arms carefully squeezed themselves on up between them to rest around his neck, a heavy sigh leaving her.

" I've got a whole notebook of ideas. I must show you. I never know which idea i'll get to use that week, not until the last minute. but it's quite stimulating for the mind to be carrying it all with me as it unfolds. " beaming with pride. because all of these men were not stimulating anything whatsoever.

head lulled back in disdain for william's reply, a groan following. " ohhhh don't SAY that--you might will it into existence ! " scoffing while she shrugged her shoulders aggressively in a childish manner. because that would be the end of her fun. then she'd have to find a permeant solution.

her smile only widened when he played into it, corners of her eyes crinkling while she giggled with such joy. the comfort william brought her was so appreciative. especially in moments like these, where she felt trapped. eris only hoped it were the same for him.

and then he had to go and ride in on his damn horse. it felt like a dream.

shoulders dropped when her heart seemed to be at the tail end of catching up with her lungs, reaching to take his hand at the same time. one foot was placed into the stirrup while he pulled her toward him, the other leg stablizing herself against the saddle the brief moment they were face to face.

" well... " eris started, sighing with a shrug. " cerberus is fast--but tom was faster. " shaking her head in playful dismay before lifting her knee to slide on, letting that bit of information sit for a moment. " a new record, by the way. eight minutes. " eight whole minutes she spent with him before she could get rid of him. and tom made it far too easy by BEING far too easy.

Ms. Taylor was history. At least that was what William had hoped when he overheard the shouting match ensuing between his father and his duplicitous mistress. It wouldn't be the first time that the two had argued only to persist in their dysfunction. William, unfortunately, was caught right in the middle, whether his father was aware of it or not. His own son, in a 'complicated' and iniquitous affair with the woman he did not love nor care for, but kept for his own amusement. William wasn't going to risk staying indoors if it meant that revelation was about to unfold(if it had not before, he had no reason to believe it would now), and so he slipped out unaware and saddled Cerberus for what might be a lengthy tour around Pemberley's grand park. The beauty of it almost lost to him, when most good feelings associated with the estate belonged to the memory of his late mother. Memories that were growing more difficult to reclaim as the years dragged on. Though she would be relieved to know that she was not the only safe place in her son's life; a safe space—a safe person—who appeared just over one of the lush hills, as though right on cue.

William slowed Cerberus to a trot and groaned to himself. Now was not a good time for one of Eris's ritualistic walks to Pemberley. He almost wished her away, but the guilt which would surely follow would have gnawed away at him until there was nothing left but bone. In a world full of people who he did not wish to engage, Eris was not one of them. He would regret every thought, every petty annoyance and every attempt at pushing her away, if she ever did go away. It was much too late to pretend that their eyes had not acknowledged one another at a distance, anyway. With a gentle tug of the reins, he guided his horse in her direction.

she'd very nearly avoided her mother for the day. almost. until she cornered her in the grand entrance with a young man in tow. another one of her suitors. for them to secure and combine finances. I mean--marry. yes. husband and wife. he had a hardened stare and a stone cold frown, looking about as interesting as a stepping stone. she'd entertain it--for the moment. tom, what a terrible name.

eris obliged with a sweet smile, allowing him to take her by the arm while they walked out to their modest back garden. which couldn't even compare to pemberley. reminding her where she'd rather be right now.

well, maybe she could make this quick.

tom with the hardened gaze and the hardened frown only seemed to smile at the fact that they were alone now. getting all too familiar by moving his hand to the small of her back. it only made eris smile harder, a giggle passing her lips as if she were so pleased by his advances. oh, tom. you stupid, stupid man.

the more he spoke about himself, the more she hated him. not once did he ask about her and he was absolutely brimming with ego. so eris gently guided them toward the fountain, getting the flowing water to be the backdrop of what tom hoped to be a 'romantic' moment. thinking he was skilled by the way he pulled her in by the waist...and going in for a kiss.

eris closed her eyes as if she were going to let him---until her teeth bit down on his lower lip...HARD. as soon as he yelped she let go, maneuvering her foot when he stumbled backwards so that he'd fall right into the fountain with a big SPLASH.

tom was too easy.

grinning mischievously, the bride to be ran off as fast as she could, giggles falling to the wind. and in what direction did she go in? as if anyone had to guess... well, if her mother really cared--she'd have gone after her by now. so it made her think perhaps tom wasn't her best option.

oh well, there'd be another tom next week. maybe she could plan with william to avoid being home then. when she thought she was far enough, she stopped running, catching her breath as her footsteps slowed, the pemberley property coming into view. the air felt much more relaxing here, eris stretching her arms up temporarily while she calmed herself down, adventuring over the grassy hill.

it wasn't long before she caught sight of that familiar horse, the mid afternoon sun just behind him, making the man on it look like a god. heart fluttered at the sight, giving a breathless chuckle while her hand raised to create a visor over her eyes. arm raised to give a long raggedy wave, steps trotting a bit faster to meet him halfway.

she could kiss god for delivering exactly who she wanted to see in this moment.

independent. selective. private. & slow activity. FALLEN! OBI-WAN KENOBI for George Lucas’s Star Wars, featuring an amalgam of Disney’s Canon and legends, featuring original lore for the planet Stewjon

( loved and lamented by jaime )

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNING: This blog explores dark themes regarding loss and grief. It may include subjects triggering for some individuals, such as graphic depictions of violence, intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, self-harm, drug use, and survivor’s guilt. The dark side is portrayed as a parasitic entity to Obi-Wan because he is a prisoner of his grief.  last post edit: 1 June 2026

RULES // ABOUT // VERSES 

The picture spoke of a sad, exhausted man in need of a break. The shadows of the bar clung to the bags under his eyes and the slightly gaunt pull to his cheeks. A man running mostly on caffeine, death sticks, and pure vibes. Lazily, his head lolled over to look at her, not even hiding that he gave her a full body scan.

Carefully, Bron'ig looked her over, noting the more relaxed manner of her body, the way the corners of her eyes seemed less tight, the less tension she held within herself with every sip she took. He downed the first half of his drink in one gulp and wiped his mouth with a sleeve, freezing as Eris suddenly started laughing.

Spine straightened in concern immediately on alert. The last thing he needed was for someone to delve into drunkard hysterics because they finally confronted their emotions. Been there, done that, no thank you. Thankfully, Eris composed herself quickly, allowing the Mandalorian to relax once more, but still watching her with a wary gaze.

Bron'ig opened his mouth to say something, but then gave up and took another drag of his deathstick as she tutted quietly. He finished the drink in another gulp, relishing in the buzz.

"The galaxy has been thrown into darkness since the last time we met. Even then, I had already been a slave and a General at 15. Looks can be deceiving. People change."

His jaw clenched in anticipation, eyes tensing, waiting for the onslaught of whispers and waves of pain from the dark side, immediately regretting saying anything. The pain from looking upon that time, acknowledging who he was before, and how far he fell. Except this time it didn't come. His hands unclenched, and he took another drag.

Then she spoke of jungles and climbing trees, and it was so innocent and carefree that Bron'ig really had to fight the smile and the laugh bubbling at his chest from the absurdity of it all. Shaking his head, a concerned look on his expression, he put the deathstick in the ashtray, careful to keep it burning, scratching lightly at the scruff that had grown in the past few days, eyes focusing on the blaster and pouch of money on the table.

"Respectfully, I doubt there's anything you could do faster than me, but I will say I have not been climbing any trees lately, so I acquiesce."

Bron'ig actually got so distracted by her moving toward him that he nearly missed her question. "Wha-oh," waving it off, shifted slightly and shrugged, "Not a clue. Deserted Imperial Intelligence, from the looks of it, felt scared enough to take advantage of it. I doubt he'll last the next 3 days."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the blaster again. Leaning forward, he grabbed the blaster, making sure the safety was on before placing it back on the table. Calculating eyes focused on her belt as he brought a hand up to his mouth and pulled a glove off, then the other. Deft fingers begin manipulating the belt carefully to keep it functional and able to hold a blaster for the time being.

A strange look passed over his face as Bron'ig seemed far away. Not painfully, more like a meditative muscle memory of helping someone fix their gear, it spoke of a different life, a time of constant companionship. Once satisfied, he looked up, only noticing just how close their faces had gotten with a jolt.

Bron'ig leaned back with a slightly pained expression before it disappeared in an instant, making sure to put more space between them so he could just breathe a strange panic filling his chest as he took a slightly ragged breath. A slightly shaky hand reached out for the deathstick. A hit, and his body was relaxing again. He needed another, and preferably another drink.

"I'm going to get another drink. Do you need anything? Have you eaten?" The food here wasn't the best, but he knew they served a hoi broth that was apparently the house dish and what they were known for. Even if she said no, he would probably order some for her to take home, just in case.

He knew the Corellian Rye was strong, but he didn't think her tolerance was so low. She most likely didn't know how to bolster her tolerance in the Force, something he had already mastered as a Padawan thanks to a certain Quinlan Vos. As he stood, he carefully gathered his gloves, pulling them back on.

The man knew he could leave his helmet or take it with him. Deciding it was better to have it on and use the helmet to his advantage. A deep breath, and his helmet was back on, spine straightening as he pulled on the Dark Side around him, the shadows growing longer, almost wrapping around him like a blanket, and shouting GO AWAY even to the Force-null.

obi wan was still in there, even if he didn’t see it. another sip of her drink was taken, carrying on with determination to finish this so she could have another.

yet he seemed so sure—that there was absolutely nothing. eyes lit up that he actually had playfully went back and forth with her, giving him a tight lipped smile in acceptance. fine. just the trees. but only because he looked so warm with that foreign uptwitch of his lips on his face. someone that felt much like what once was. just as she thought.

It felt a tad relieving that anyone that had anything to do with the empire wouldn’t grow roots here. perhaps this would be somewhere she could stay for a while. shoulders seemed to further relax at that bit of information, eyes trailing down in thought while she gave him a curt nod. maybe it was time to think about what she’d spend her time really doing, then.

the sound of the metal blaster moving on the table made her gaze flicker back up to his, catching the way he was about to remove his gloves. my…. why did that feel so intimate? surely it was the loneliness painting that picture. eris’s torso was still somewhat twisted to face him, slowly sliding her elbow off the table when he reached toward her waist, taking a quiet inhale and holding it. heartbeat even felt like it stopped with her, wanting complete silence, as if his touch could speak.

eyes rounded while they flickered from his busy hands gently pulling and twisting the fabric around the metal ring, to how close his face was to hers. cheeks felt hot, attempting to swallow the heat that had risen and spread within her chest. to have such attentive hands remember her. starved for connection—she couldn’t help but look right at his lowered gaze, now that she were close enough to really look at them. since every time they looked directly at her, he was too far away. emotionally, anyway. she yearned to rip him wide open and translate all the writing on the walls. taking the time to read each ripple and tear within his irises, she could feel the blaster becoming snugly attached to her hip, heart doing the internal screaming by hammering in her chest. at some point her hands had curled into fists, holding tight against the sides of her skirt.

it seemed like he forgot himself, though. where he was or what exactly he was really doing. falling back into a familiar habit. her face read nothing hostile, just a doe eyed stare that patiently waited for his next move—to gently meet him there.

bron’ig slightly jolted back then, eris didn’t. when he turned away to grab his death stick with a trembling hand, she released the breath she’d been holding, keeping her posture tight. when he seemed to relax, she did as well, picking up her drink to take a rather ungraceful gulp, giving him a nod from behind her hand to cover her mouth from the sight. brows furrowed while she dealt with the aftermath of the burn, exhaling to release it, adjusting her hood.

“ just another one of these or something…stronger would be perfect, thank you. “ she definitely had no appetite after the events of today. especially right now. though after that drink she’d most likely be done for the evening. helmet sliding back over his head once more.

but then he stopped. she tilted her head at the singular word that came out of his mouth, but bron’ig stepped on, disregarding it completely. half of a thought forming. but no, he probably didn’t care about that. not like she was going to anyways.

eris seemed perplexed, eyes glued to the back of his head while the person she’d pulled out from the depths—pulled right back in. giving a heavy sigh, she leaned back to rest against the booth, gathering her thoughts while he gathered their drinks and whatever else he might grab for himself.

when he returned, eris gave him a quick smile, a pleased hum following when she brought her lips toward it to take the first sip. eyes screwed shut and her hand raised to clutch at the fabric over her chest, moving her head to the side. “ oh you really delivered— !“ she struggled to get the words out, finally opening one eye at a time. it was indeed strong.

she could do this, though. the first initial burn was always the worst. biting down on her lower lip, she hesitated before she opened up to take another swig, a slightly larger amount this time to get through her drink. setting it down, hand patted at her chest, giggling at herself breathlessly.

“ don’t look at me like I’m so pathetic. If I were to find a tree—I’m telling you. “ grinning wildly while she shook her head. she gave a moment for it all to settle before she tucked her hair behind her ears from underneath her hood, hands strumming on the table top. “ mmmm…. what you were saying earlier—about people changing. “ twisting her lips. “ I think I disagree with that. “

hands folded in her lap, lifting her chin as if her opinion was very important to share. or perhaps she was getting way past a buzz.

“ you’re still you. no matter what. no one or no-THING can ever take that away. and when you peel off allllll the layers? the same heart’s still there. “ she gave him a tight lipped smile, beaming. right? right.

“ and I think being around you has made me better than I already am. I’m most definitely going to have a huge hangover— “ eris lightly patted her bag, proud of her fruit purchase from earlier. “ and in hindsight I bought something perfect to deal with it. “ blaming it on a force ability. full circle. how fun.

eris dared to go back in for another, another hand on her chest while she groaned behind closed lips, feeling it all the way down. the hand on her chest slid down her form to the blaster, hand tracing over it while she finally opened her eyes.

“ ….you know, I’ve never held a weapon before. “ lowering her head to examine it more. “ quite frankly—-I’m afraid. but it’s a little too late for that, isn’t it? “

she was on her own now. it was probably crucial she owned one if she was planning to stay alive. chin lifted to have bron’ig in her line of sight again, elbow returning to the table to rest her chin on the back of her hand.

The helmet was a welcome barrier as he allowed the emotions to pass over his face freely. A lone tear fell down his cheek and disappeared into the folds of his armor at his neck. Bron'ig daren't wipe away any sign of his vulnerability around her.

( WEAK. )

( PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER )

( SHE IS A PAWN. A TOOL. )

His jaw clenched, guiding Eris through the crowds of the planet they were on: Exala. Helmet flicked down to look over her attire, noticing the grey and navy clothing, not looking too dissimilar to his own grey and black armor, though his gold accents made him stand out a bit more, which he supposed helped her anonymity a bit.

People outside of a typical Mandalorian's work would be deterred from looking too closely. Meanwhile, bounty hunters would be looking for weakness in him, wondering who she was to be worth his time.

Helmet turned toward her as his hand dropped from her shoulder. "...You've never been to a cantina?" A wariness laced his tone as he questioned her, as if he couldn't quite believe her words. Surely, on her planet, which he couldn't remember the name of, she snuck out as a child and went out.

( BETTER YOUNGLING THAN YOU. )

The thought stung, but he knew it was true, true enough that for once the whispering from the dark side didn't hurt.

Bron'ig wasn't expecting the hand to cling to his forearm like a lifeline as they approached the cantina.

"Just relax," he murmured loud enough for his vocoder to put the words out, but not too loud.

Gently, he pulled the hood over her head, adjusting it carefully. His hand gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then slid down her upper arm to her elbow, softly guiding her with him. It spoke of a common movement he made, but his touch was infinitely more gentle, just barely there so as to guide rather than truly handle.

Approaching the bar, his free hand dug into a pouch at his breast, pulling a few credits out and tossing them on the counter. "2 Corellian Rye and a death stick if you have it."

As the bartender prepared the drink for them, Bron'ig scanned their surroundings for the best place to sit, paying attention to the warmth of her under his touch: a reassurance she was still there. If Eris intended to get drunk, then he should probably put them in a corner booth. All of them were occupied.

( THAT ONE. )

Head snapped in the direction of a singular man in the corner who looked like he would rather stay out of the limelight. Without thought, his hand is handing Eris her drink before grabbing the death stick for himself and his drink.

"This way," directing with his helmet, Bron'ig headed toward the squirrely man, making sure Eris was slightly behind him, her face hidden. As he approached, the man's spine straightened, glancing around in fear.

"Please, I can pay whatever you want, just leave me alone."

Bron'ig had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

From the looks of the man, upon further inspection, he seemed to be a deserter from Imperial Intelligence. Silently, Bron'ig glanced behind him at Eris and then turned to the man in the spot.

"Your weapon, all your money, and I'll give you as much time as it takes to have a drink and deal with her."

The man was shocked at first and was about to protest, but then looked over the full Beskar armor and then nodded emphatically. The officer placed his blaster and pouch of money on the table, then bolted, offering his gratitude for the chance to escape.

Once Bron'ig knew he was gone, he gestured to allow Eris to sit and then slid into the booth next to her. Their backs were to the wall, open on all other sides, with clear sight of the exit and an emergency-only outdoor to their right.

but she could hear it, feel it. the way others would pour into these places and pour their hearts out in any capacity they could. lamenting or just plain reckless. and pay for it.

it seemed…… fun. so was it something in the drinks? or was it whatever was within the walls that made it the way it was?

‘ just relax. ‘

bright green eyes that had been seared onto the intimidating unknown had swiveled up to his, expression softening as if she was attempting to take his advice. she then took a deep breath through her nostrils, giving a nod to focus on just that. but then someone was pulling her hood back up so gently. adjusting it just right over her head. something she hadn’t expected from the mandalorian. so surely it wasn’t him.

but the similar feeling of his hand slid back to her shoulder, more tender this time. much more. unrecognizably much. it WAS him. the hood thankfully hiding the slightly surprised look on her face. aching cold heart seemed to pulse to life—like an explosion from within, while his hand slid down her arm. pupils dilated from the rush of the first kind human touch she’d had in months, goosebumps raising beneath her heavily covered form.

he lead them right on in, eris moving completely on autopilot for a brief moment in the shock of it all. when he stepped in front of her to order, she looked at the back of his head in awe, lips parted slightly.

oh she knew it. beneath that bottomless pit of pain. there was really someone in there, despite his efforts to keep him down there. heart fluttered within her chest while her cheeks flushed, feeling free from the thought. that her intuition to stay and trust him was exactly right.

when he turned to hand her the odd drink, she appeared to be excited about just that. but no. cup was accepted into her hands, examining the liquid while he kept her close. she looked so pleased, content in the moment before he guided them in a different direction. completely wrapped up in her own world, she followed behind, barely catching what had just happened and the words that came out of his mouth. gaze flickered up from her cup to glance at what she could see of the terrified man, his form slipping right out of the booth and dropping his things as quick as he could.

eyes darted to the exit and then to bren’ig with raised brows before she let it go, wondering if he really would track him down later. he gestured for her to slide in an eris obliged, ceremoniously smoothing the dowdy fabric of her long skirt while she slid in.

the lights were low and the music wasn’t too loud, the former inujan royal scanning the room with wonder before she took the first sip of her drink. when she did, brows furrowed, humming at the taste an his comment. it was definitely different than what she’d ever had. but it worked. her tongue begged for more, taking another before she briefly put it down, exhaling heavily.

when she turned to face him, the look on his now visible face made her chuckle, the translucent cloud of smoke blowing past the two of them.

“ what? It’s nice—I like it, really. “ amusement still on her features while she brought the cup to her lips, eyes glancing his way again, corners of her eyes crinkling further. because this was hilarious.

he had terrified the daylight out of her earlier and now they were here—

eris covered her mouth abruptly in an attempt to swallow before the laughter burst out of her, ducking her head while her shoulders vibrated. when she finally lifted her head, eyes were glassy from how humorous she found it, giving her head a shake as she began to collected herself.

taking a deep breath, elbow was placed on the tabletop, hand supporting her chin, staring up at him. “ I’m really not sure what you expected of me. Have I ever been to a cantina… “ she tutted quietly, looking at him in playful suspicion.

“ I was wild but not like that— “ brows furrowing and looking him once over like she were offended he thought of her in that way. Even though she’d spoke of her defiance against the empire. realistially it was just a space royals didn’t go. these places got crazy. the shouting, fighting and the danger. Even here apparently.

“ No—I was just in the jungle. “ smirking. yes, off playing in the wild. “ so I might not be able to drink you under the table but perhaps I could….scale a tree faster than you ever could. “ taking another sip of her drink. cause that was just way cooler, right? months of not talking to hardly anyone and she’d tore herself right open before him.

it was this drink. or the walls. she was sure of it.

( YES. YES. YES. )

( SHE'S SO VULNERABLE )

Bron'ig felt her emotions swell in the Force. They weren't terribly overbearing or as poignant as before. Instead, it swirled and danced like a vapor display he once saw on an aquatic planet during his travels. His own tendrils of regret and anguish longed to latch onto hers.

He could feel the tug in his chest as she spoke more of her struggles. As Eris got further into her own mind, Bron'ig could feel, nearly see the Dark side gathering around her, though there was still this barrier of light that kept it at bay deep in her core.

It felt like the shadows in the room grew darker as the pull of her BITTERNESS, her SADNESS, her FEAR was intoxicating. Bron'ig swallowed heavily as he tasted the tears she had shed before, the tears that glistened in her eyes now, and the tears she would shed in the future.

Silent footsteps took him closer to her, unbeknownst to both of them. He could feel the power brimming under him; this was different. The whispers are of POWER, of PROMISES OF REVENGE; it felt so, so good. His eyes blazed as the feeling filled his chest the closer he got.

Bron'ig jumped back to himself as she abruptly stood and looked at him. Golden eyes dim back to blue as they dash to her pointed hand.

Her offer, nay, her plea, to get a drink with her, felt like emotional whiplash that showed on his face with a minuscule furrow of his brow and a blink.

"Uh-" was the man's very eloquent response. Was this woman so lonely that she wanted to spend time with him? Or was there an ulterior motive that he wasn't privy to? The options weighed heavily on his mind as he watched Eris backpedal to the ramp then bounce on her toes.

( YES. )

( LISTEN. )

( KEEP HER CLOSE )

Something about her pulled him to her, yet at the same time, everything told him to keep her away from him. His years of solidarity in protecting not only himself but also others weighed on him. Obi-Wan wanted to let her go; to care is to deliver a death sentence.

But there was a strange silence to the dark side around her. Well, when she wasn't opening her big mouth, which was the whole problem, wasn't it?

"Gal, ori'skraan, riduur, yaim' dab'ika," Bron'ig nodded. "That's the phrase you're looking for." Without another word, he turned on his heel and went into the adjoining refresher. A couple of moments passed, and he returned with a freshly washed face, armor in less disarray, and having run a hand through his hair.

"Alcohol, food, good company, and bed," the man finally translated for Eris as he grabbed the helmet off the workbench and shoved it over his head. The Force pulsed, and with a metallic groan, the ramp began lowering.

Bron'ig followed her out the ramp, called his lightsaber to his side, clipped it, and then closed the ramp.

With the helmet on, there was a noticeable difference in his entire demeanor. Perhaps not noticeable to him, but anyone paying close attention could see that the helmet served as his final protection against the outside world, his emotional separation from other living things.

"There's a cantina that way, the least Empire-friendly place I know without being entirely deplorable. Family-owned, run by a woman and her two sons, now that the husband is out of the picture." His hand came up to her shoulder to steer her in the direction of where to go.

he disappeared briefly, eris turning around to immediately trace her fingers along the metal walls. as if it would tell her more in his absence. but it really wasn't long before the sound of his voice alerted her of his presence, the former inujan royal turning promptly on her heel to face him, eyes wide for a brief moment.

..so he was coming.

a (surprisingly) joyous smile stretched across her face, the low lights of his ship glistening in her eyes while she gave a nod.

" hm. I think I like that. " still somewhat beaming at the mandalorian as she walked backwards toward the groaning ramp, finally twisting around to walk back out into the dark of night.

his helmet was slipped back over his head, the identity of the same version of this man she'd seen earlier now connected with a different feeling. It felt chaotic, how this started…and how it was now going. but eris almost enjoyed that. to feel so alive. the pair trekked together through the deep depths of the city, her own way to conceal her identity remaining down around her shoulders. she'd seen the way people weaved and walked around him. surely she was safe. surely--she was less noticeable. deep grey and muted navy fabric that hung over her form made her look almost invisible, eyes swiveling up from the streets ahead to listen to his words. staring a second too long while his hand reached up to touch her shoulder.

perhaps this armor protected him in more ways than one.

gaze swiveled toward the way they were headed, his touch feeling so foreign. but all of that was forgotten with his choice of words, eris chuckling under her breath. not completely deplorable. how thoughtful.

" so—-it's called a cantina. " eris repeated, brows furrowing. she guessed that made sense. she bit the inside of her cheek in thought, drawing a blank at what would come next, looking a tad nervous. the entrance was upon them. was it as simple as it sounded? you arrived like you do at the market stalls, say what you want—and you sit?

slightly panicked, a hand as pale as the moon reached up to gently cling to his forearm, leaning closer.

“ order me something. anything. I don’t care, I’ll drink it. “