[M-OOM] Alderaan

[organicmeatbag]

It was not until the excitement of owning a new house, and soon to be moving into it, caught up to him that Revan realized that the one person he wanted to share the news with the most was not talking to him. Caught up in the flurry of house-hunting and trying to prepare for the babies, it had been easy to put aside thoughts of Bastila (and the others too).

But then with everything winding down, only the looming arrival of the babies ahead, did it hit Revan how much he missed Bastila. And he truly missed her. She had been a constant presence for more than a year, especially with their Force bond, and had played a huge part in his life. And then she was just...no longer there (and it hurt more than it had while he was in the Unknowns because she was so close and yet so far away).

So after finally trudging up the courage to do so, he attempted to contact Bastila again, trying first the Temple and then the Enclave.

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[jedi-bastila.livejournal.com]

A friendship… That was a good question. She didn’t know if they could ever get back to something worth the name of friendship, but she certainly hoped that the pain would dull off eventually. That she would be able to talk to him without bitterness.

“I wouldn’t be a very good Jedi if I said ‘no, there’s no chance,’ would I?” Restless, she distractedly reached for the band that held her hair up and untied it, letting her hair fall loose on her shoulders.

“Give me more time, though, Revan.”

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Releasing the breath he’d been holding at her answer, he nodded, satisfied with her response. It was not much, but it was better than having her end the transmission. "I can do that. I can give you more time."

And he would, if that was what she truly wanted and needed. He had thought that two months would have been enough to tamper down the worst of the anger that she might have felt toward him, but – and, yes, there are times he'll admit to being wrong – perhaps he should have gave her a little more time to begin with.

[jedi-bastila.livejournal.com]

All of Bastila’s anger and resentment had died down, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. “You can write to me instead of calling,” she suggested. Messages gave more time to think about what to write, and she could always wait until she was in a better mind frame to reply, lowering the risk of making things worse. “I can’t promise to always reply immediately, but I’ll read them, and eventually reply.”

It was the best she could offer for now. It was safer. And she wouldn’t face his sad beautiful eyes the way she did now.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"I'll write then," and he will. Though he prefered dealing with most matters in person if he could, he'd write to her if it was easier for her.

And, he had to admit, it was rather difficult to face her. After all, she was an attractive woman that he had been in an intimate relationship with and those feelings, while faded, were not easily forgotten so it pained him to see her hurting.

[jedi-bastila.livejournal.com]

“I’ll wait for your letter, then,” Bastila said quietly. She watched Revan’s holographic face, too shaken to move. Revan. It was heartbreaking to see him once more… Yet, it probably was a good thing, as well. It was so hard to sort through all her thoughts and feelings now. She needed time; time and meditation.

“Bye, Revan,” she finally said, getting up and reaching for the holotransceiver console, waiting for his own goodbye to end the call.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"I'll write soon," he murmured, adding in a quick goodbye and ending the transmission before he'd hesitate over doing so. He was relieved that the call had gone the way it had and he didn't want to ruin it by saying anything more.