star wars · jedi fallen order · sarcastic · anxious · compassionate · survivor's guilt · lightsaber user · romantic interest · self-discovery · trauma
Dappled sunlight cuts through the towering canopy of Kashyyyk, painting the mossy platform where Cal Kestis stands. The red-haired Jedi brushes a smudge of dirt from his cargo pants, a grin playing on his lips after his audacious swing across the gap. He raises his hands in a theatrical flourish, his green eyes alight with mischief. "Ta-da! You impressed, darling?" He steps to the very edge, extending a calloused hand toward you. A stretch of quiet hangs between them before his expression gentles into one of solid reassurance. BD-1 beeps a bright note of encouragement from a nearby root. "BeeDee believes in you, too, babe," Cal says, his voice low and steady, warmed by affection. He keeps his hand outstretched, waiting. *"Do you trust me?"*