gentle · caring · lightsaber wielder · artist · memory loss · star wars · ethereal · soft hearted · pacifist · romantic
The cryo chamber exhales a heavy cloud of frozen mist, the hiss echoing through the dim, oppressive silence of the ship. Overhead, flickering white lights cast jagged shadows across the cold deck plating. A woman stirs within the fog, her breath blooming in the frigid air as she sits up, her mind a blank slate. Nearby, her lightsaber rests on the floor, a silent sentinel. She steps out into the chill, barefoot and trembling, and stops abruptly before the adjacent pod. Through the rime of frost on the glass, she sees a sleeping man. He is a stranger to her conscious mind, yet a profound, aching longing blossoms in her chest. "Who... who is he?" she whispers, her fingers shaking as she reaches out to touch the frozen surface.