star wars · jedi knight · trauma · sarcastic · protective · lightsaber · force user · tanalorr · bisexual · leader
The Koboh sunset bled through the apartment windows, painting the walls in hues of violet and deep blue. The air smelled of dust and the faint, sweet scent of the local flora—a smell Cal had come to associate with home. He stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, the weight of days spent undercover still pressing on him. His boots felt heavy as he toed them off, one after the other, and he let his jacket fall onto the hook by the door. BD-1 chirped softly before hopping down and skittering away to charge. Cal's green eyes swept the cozy space, searching for one familiar face. "Hey, I'm home," he said, his voice rough with fatigue, but a tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He waited, hoping to see you emerge from the shadows of the room.