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[Open] Hope you don't mind being wet

Characters: Luke Skywalker and you
Date: Through June
Location: Around Keeliai
Situation: Catchall! Luke can be found in the gardens in the Sky sector a lot. Because trees.

A. Rain
The rain might be cold, and Luke had, even before coming here, found out that being wet and having wet clothes sticking to cold, clammy skin wasn't much fun... But on the other hand, it was rain, and it was still something that felt... special. Impossible, in a way.

So it's pretty easy to find him all over, probably just standing or sitting somewhere, face turned up towards the sky, eyes closed, and a small smile on his face. Completely drenched.

(Someone's gonna get sick one of these days.)

B. Eaten by peace
The tremors weren't anything new, but being caught by a wave of tranquility both like and unlike what could be experienced in the Force, but unable to break out of it... Luckily he probably wasn't doing anything in particular when it happened, might even seem to simply be looking at some greenery or another in the garden in the Sky sector until he breaks out of it, but either way, it's not something he'd like to see happen more than once.

Unfortunately, it does.

C.Floating rocks in the garden - Sky sector
It might be simple, but considering he'd had all of a month of proper training so far, maybe simple was best. And while he could get more help now, he just wanted... to make sure he had what basics he'd already gotten down properly. To that end, Luke was sitting on the grass, eyes closed, and keeping several rocks of varying size in the air around him.

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Much like his father, Padmé sees that Luke loves the rain as well. Since she's used to it from Naboo, it definitely has to be a left over from growing up on Tatooine. And while she's never truly understood the obsession with water from the sky, watching Luke stand there with a pleased smile on his face makes her heart hurt. In a good way.

After about an hour, she takes an umbrella and heads over to where he's standing, blocking the water from dropping on him and handing him a towel.

"If you get sick, I will call Raine over and have her heal you in a very painful way. It's too cold to stand out here like this. Come inside, dry off and I will make you something hot to drink."

"If I get sick, I promise to take care of it myself as much as possible," Luke countered, quiet laughter muffled as he dropped the towel on top of his head and scrubbed before pulling it around his shoulders instead. Not that it helped much, but the umbrella made sure he didn't continue to get wet. "And anyway, it'd be what I deserved if it happened."

Of course, he sure hoped he won't get sick; he remembered all too well the few times he'd been sick growing up, and the creeping inevitability of pneumonia he'd felt through the dead haze during the night on Hoth...

"... Do we have hot chocolate?" Perking up at the thought, Luke smiled. He'd found it a short while ago here, and if there was one thing he hoped existed in their own galaxy as well, it was that.

"Don't be silly. If you're sick, the best thing you can do is rest. And though I might be upset that you let your health fail, I'm sure that Raine won't treat you too badly." She smiles as she watches him try to get some of the water out of his hair, reaching out to smooth a few of the already curling strands away from his face.

"Of course we do. It's almost a requirement in the house, after Anakin and I discovered it. Worth it's weight in credits."

"Sure, but you could leave me to fend for myself. It probably wouldn't be that bad." Of course, last time (since Hoth wasn't the only time after he left Tatooine that he'd gotten sick) he'd mostly powered through with the help of low level stims because resting wasn't something they'd had much time for, so maybe that didn't count.

Tilting his head into the little touch, Luke grinned.

"Then you couldn't stop me from following you if you tried. That's something else I hope I remember so I can find it again."

"I could, but I won't." She didn't have to say that this was the only chance she'd have to nurse him if he fell sick. They both knew it.

"Ah, I'm so glad that I have a reasonable son. Perhaps if you could teach your nephew something resembling reason, we'd be able to have a civil conversation. Besides, many things can be forgiven over a cup of hot chocolate."

Oh, he heard what she was actually saying and smiled, feeling warmth in his gut. Maybe it was silly to feel pleased about it, but well. It was the only chance, if it happened at all.

"No promises," Luke sighed, shaking his head, "so far we've mostly avoided each other... seems to be easier for him." If he could help, he would, but what might, in Kylo's opinion, help him, was probably nothing Luke could or would want to give.

"Almost anything," he agreed, amused, "I hope it's not too expensive at home, but if it is, I guess I'll have to take the chance while here, instead." Absently, he rubbed his hair again, and decided it might, indeed, be time to get into something dry.

"He seems...drawn to me for some reason," she replied sadly. "I know that he never has a chance to meet me, but never have we had a conversation that didn't leave me more confused and him seethingly angry. He seems determined to try and push me away and soak up everything he can that I know at the same time."

She wished she could talk to her grandson, to get to know him and hear about his parents and his childhood like she did with Luke, but his arrogance and selfish behavior was something she couldn't abide.

"He's told me it's best that I stay away from him, ignore our familial tie, but he continues to come to the library while I'm there. He even barged onto the lawn the day that I brought our pets home."

That had gone so very well. He both made her sympathetic and irritated at the same time. She wasn't sure she'd be able to talk to him any more than Luke could.

"Well, it's not terribly expensive here, so just enjoy it while you can." Like so many other things he had here but not back home. "Come, let's get inside."

"Maybe you're helping him even if it doesn't feel that way?" Shrugging, Luke wrapped the towel around himself like a blanket, for no reason other than well, why not? "Maybe you'll be able to help him without him noticing, too."

Might be what Kylo needed, someone removed from it that he didn't have any strong reactions to prior to meeting her. But then, Luke frowned, even as he nodded and fell into step alongside Padmé as they started to walk back.

(He took the umbrella from her to better accommodate them both, because while yes, there wasn't an extreme height difference between them, it was still easier like this.)

"Though, if you need help..." he absolutely would, even if that might make a tense situation tenser. "And I absolutely will. Though I guess having chocolate every day would be a bit extreme."

Luke smiled even as he scrunched his nose briefly at the thought, still considering the merit of it.

"Perhaps. There are a lot of "maybes" when it comes to him however. He reminds me so much of the worst parts of your father that I just... find myself far more irritated with him. How has he managed to get every bad quality Anakin possesses and none of the good when it appears he hasn't had any more interaction with him than he has me before coming here."

She handed over the umbrella without thinking, allowing for both of their comfort.

"I'm not so sure that I need help as I need to find a way to speak to him without him getting angry and sullen and it making me draw back. I've never done well with someone being openly hostile with me for no reason. Even in the Senate, with the Separatists, there was a reason."

"The dark side doesn't help him either," Luke said quietly, frowning. But surely there was a way around - through - that. Somehow. Even if he couldn't do it, other people hopefully would be able to help Kylo.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. You don't have to," he smiled faintly, matching step with her to make sure they were both as covered as they could be, even if he, since he was soaked, really shouldn't bother, "but if you keep at it, I'm sure you will."

"I can't claim to have any sort of opinion on either side of the Force, Luke. It's not within my purview, after all." She didn't sound bitter, but resigned. Being around so many Jedi back home and then her own family filled with Force-users now, she felt like the odd woman out much of the time.

"I might, but with the capricious nature of this world, I'm not at all certain it will do much good." She stared ahead, her eyes heavy. "He was here before and was very different, very reserved when it came to talking to me then."

"Anything I know about it I've been told, and it's not much..." Luke frowned at the wet ground and the puddles they passed, "and I'm not sure I believe them. Not completely..."

That it was real? Of course. He'd felt the squeezing cold in the cave, felt the way Darth Vader seemed to darken the Force whenever he was nearby. But Luke wasn't sure he believed there was no way back.

Taking a short, sharp breath, he shrugged and straightened up, righting the umbrella back to cover them both.

"Ah, sorry. Huh, that's weird... despite being the same otherwise?"

"I can't say that I blame you for not believing what you've heard. Thinking for yourself is underrated, my son."

And the Jedi didn't do that a lot of the time.

"Hm, I think he'd been here longer and had more time to adjust to the ways of this world. He'd certainly met Anakin and Obi-Wan before talking to me. But when he returned, he had no memories of his time here and was very rude and tried to intimidate me with his height and anger."

Which was a joke. A huge, not funny joke.

"It's easier, I suppose," he said, and knew that well, he hadn't really questioned either Yoda or Ben much - but Yoda had also shut down many of his questions in the month he'd spent with him, and he wasn't sure why. "I just don't think it can be as simple as they say it is..."

No returning from the Dark Side, ever. But... was that really true? Shaking his head to himself, Luke refocused on his mother and the warmth in his gut from hearing her call him 'son'.

"I've noticed that happens quite a lot, if someone's taller than you are," rolling his eyes, Luke snorted. It was just crude, and he was pretty sure the number of times it worked didn't really make up for it... at all. He didn't know, but hopefully it backfired more often than it worked.

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