[ Merrin has never really understood the Jedi Order's rules against attachments. She's traveled to many places, met so many people, and if there's anything she's learned about the beings that populate the galaxy, it's that so very few of them want to live as an island, including herself. They all crave connection, companionship, in some way or another, and they often meet destruction if they don't find it.
So while she knows the rules, as Cere had explained them to her, Merrin thinks they're a little baffling and maybe even silly, if she's being honest. But they're important to the Jedi—to Cal, to Cere—and she doesn't have to approve of a thing in order to see its value to the people she cares about.
No matter how much she'd wanted Cal. Or, selfishly, how much she'd wanted to burn the rules so she could have him.
But if he'd come to her so easily, he wouldn't be her Cal. ]
One day much later, had I not come along?
[ Oh, she's teasing the hell out of him, a little smirk on her face to match his. Come on, Cal, admit it: she got you good. She's persuasive.
She crouches down on her heels next to him, one knee against the ground, so that they're closer to eye level. Her fingers still brush through his hair, her nails scratching against his scalp, as her smirk softens a little—it's still playful, but undeniably warm. ]
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So while she knows the rules, as Cere had explained them to her, Merrin thinks they're a little baffling and maybe even silly, if she's being honest. But they're important to the Jedi—to Cal, to Cere—and she doesn't have to approve of a thing in order to see its value to the people she cares about.
No matter how much she'd wanted Cal. Or, selfishly, how much she'd wanted to burn the rules so she could have him.
But if he'd come to her so easily, he wouldn't be her Cal. ]
One day much later, had I not come along?
[ Oh, she's teasing the hell out of him, a little smirk on her face to match his. Come on, Cal, admit it: she got you good. She's persuasive.
She crouches down on her heels next to him, one knee against the ground, so that they're closer to eye level. Her fingers still brush through his hair, her nails scratching against his scalp, as her smirk softens a little—it's still playful, but undeniably warm. ]
Fall? How far have you fallen for me, Jedi?