11-04-2018, 02:24 PM
VALEMON
male — 14 months — ascendants — member — tags — rped by Autumnleaf
Val was often puzzled by things. One such thing had risen from memory when he’d met Sekai at the border. While her actions were confusing, this in particular had little to with his sister.
He found his thoughts lingered on Anakin.
Why, when his father was dead, he wasn’t sure. But, occasionally, he could feel the former sith’s presence. Even there, as his heart ached by his sister’s rejection. Others might say things like ‘the memories and feelings of loved ones never really leave us’... this was different. Valemon struggled to make sense of it... especially after the strange delivery of a stuffed falcon.
Anakin must have somehow brought it to him. Who else could ‘A’ be? ‘Take care of it’. Val could almost hear his father saying these words in his deep, comforting voice. Maybe it was a foolish hope to cling to, but Valemon did. He held onto it with his dear life, just as he hugged the toy bird as he slept every night.
Almost out of nowhere, Valemon had started to feel tired. Becoming reacquainted with Sekai seemed to drain him. But, he didn’t go home like he told her he would. Not right away. Instead, he took a walk by himself. At first, he thought that maybe something in the territory would distract him. He was wrong. The Starpool seemed to have lost his interest. Even the birds above, likely flying away for the winter, didn’t get him excited. Just as lost as ever, Valemon decided to make his way home - perhaps to take a much needed rest.
//hopefully this works, he always keeps it in his room so things can go down there if you want
He found his thoughts lingered on Anakin.
Why, when his father was dead, he wasn’t sure. But, occasionally, he could feel the former sith’s presence. Even there, as his heart ached by his sister’s rejection. Others might say things like ‘the memories and feelings of loved ones never really leave us’... this was different. Valemon struggled to make sense of it... especially after the strange delivery of a stuffed falcon.
Anakin must have somehow brought it to him. Who else could ‘A’ be? ‘Take care of it’. Val could almost hear his father saying these words in his deep, comforting voice. Maybe it was a foolish hope to cling to, but Valemon did. He held onto it with his dear life, just as he hugged the toy bird as he slept every night.
Almost out of nowhere, Valemon had started to feel tired. Becoming reacquainted with Sekai seemed to drain him. But, he didn’t go home like he told her he would. Not right away. Instead, he took a walk by himself. At first, he thought that maybe something in the territory would distract him. He was wrong. The Starpool seemed to have lost his interest. Even the birds above, likely flying away for the winter, didn’t get him excited. Just as lost as ever, Valemon decided to make his way home - perhaps to take a much needed rest.
//hopefully this works, he always keeps it in his room so things can go down there if you want
© madi