𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ; commander wolffe

❂ 038. attachment

Eisha saw Master Plo as a father figure — how else could you interpret the Padawan-Master bond Jedi longed to share?

Did he not see her like that?

As his Little One?

Her heart plummeted at the thought. Falling deep as she remained still, her chest tightening and throat clogging as tears began to coat her eyes.

'Maybe, this is why they don't allow attachment.'

For the half of it, maybe Eisha could understand it: attachment, relationships, love — yeah sure, perhaps it would make life less complicated for the most part.

But, how awfully lonely that must be.

Sniffing gently, she scrunched her nose. Rejecting the tears, she absolutely refused to let even one shed in public. Besides, she hadn't even consulted Master Plo yet. She didn't know if he would agree with the Jedi. Surely, it must be quite a controversial topic, right?

For the Jedi Order to dictate their lives so much.

Ruffling her curls softly, a sigh escaped her. Briefly rocking on her heels indecisively, before she made her decision. Wearily groaning, she kneaded her hands against her forehead; a growing headache surfacing from the conflict she found herself in. But, throwing her hands down, she had made her decision — rapidly turning to speak with her Master, with just one decision she had yet to make.

'How much will I let them dictate my life?'

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Eyes closed: a hesitant, soft knock broke Plo's meditation. Sensing just who was behind the door, Plo smiled. Merrily approaching the door, he reached to open it to see her until he felt it.

Felt the fear.

Narrowing his gaze to the door, he stopped. Hand dropping as his Padawan's emotions flooded through him: the hesitance, the fear — the deep rejection burrowing away at her usually content and cheery aura. The bond they shared revealed everything to him.

His smile dropped, and his eyes softened behind his mask as he tapped the code to open the door. There she stood, his Padawan's dejected emotions further radiating as he now saw her.

Peeking up at the light squeak the door made, Eisha directed her stare away from the floor, and to her Master — allowing Plo to see the downhearted and muddled flash that swirled within violet eyes.

Only proving to deepen his already apparent frown.

Wordlessly, he gestured for Eisha to enter. Walking past her Master, she kept her head downcast as she anxiously fidgeted with her fingers. Periwinkle eyes remained glued to the floor before she plopped herself down to where her Master was previously meditating.

Quietly sitting beside her, Plo could practically hear her erratic thoughts — bouncing off the walls of her mind and flowing directly to him. His brow furrowed, and he first attempted to ease her into the conversation, "How was your—?"

"Is attachment really forbidden, Master?" Cutting him off before he could even begin, she dived straight into it. Violet eyes eagerly — yet, anxiously — snapped to his masked ones with hidden desperation.

Plo merely sighed in return. Soundlessly clasping his hands together, he looked away from his Padawan, and stared out into the deep space before them, "Yes, Little One. It is."

"Why?" She shook her head, "Why would the Jedi forbid it?"

Switching his gaze back to her, he wistfully regarded her, "I don't think you understand what we mean by 'attachment', Little One."