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fandomtownies2017-12-22 08:33 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2017-12-22 08:33 am
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
Kanan was in the park today.
Just Kanan, and a hell of a lot more trees than he remembered, all shining and glittering, like crystalline stalagmites out of the corner of his eye. Which was... kind of melancholy in its own way, really. If he let himself just kind of zone out, his mind would wander back to a world he'd only been to once, to get the crystal for his lightsaber...
He shook his head, carefully, and sighed as he closed his eyes and slipped back into his attempt at meditation. He was still sore after the beating he'd taken last weekend, partly from the student he'd squared off against, and mostly from the boulders he'd dropped on his own damn head. By all rights, he should still be in that bacta tank that Hera had scared up for him a galaxy and a few systems away, but... well...
It was Friday.
Not that he was entirely expecting his usual Friday student to arrive. He'd left her a voicemail and he'd wait here until tomorrow if need be, with their training swords sitting on the ground beside him. But if it turned out he didn't actually have a student anymore, that he'd blown it while under the influence of some evil slug plague, he'd understand. Maybe it would be for the best. One less thing tying him down, and all that.
The hell of it was, he'd gotten to a point where he didn't really believe that anymore.
[OOC: Open!]
Just Kanan, and a hell of a lot more trees than he remembered, all shining and glittering, like crystalline stalagmites out of the corner of his eye. Which was... kind of melancholy in its own way, really. If he let himself just kind of zone out, his mind would wander back to a world he'd only been to once, to get the crystal for his lightsaber...
He shook his head, carefully, and sighed as he closed his eyes and slipped back into his attempt at meditation. He was still sore after the beating he'd taken last weekend, partly from the student he'd squared off against, and mostly from the boulders he'd dropped on his own damn head. By all rights, he should still be in that bacta tank that Hera had scared up for him a galaxy and a few systems away, but... well...
It was Friday.
Not that he was entirely expecting his usual Friday student to arrive. He'd left her a voicemail and he'd wait here until tomorrow if need be, with their training swords sitting on the ground beside him. But if it turned out he didn't actually have a student anymore, that he'd blown it while under the influence of some evil slug plague, he'd understand. Maybe it would be for the best. One less thing tying him down, and all that.
The hell of it was, he'd gotten to a point where he didn't really believe that anymore.
[OOC: Open!]