This will hold current, third person observations and glances that I type out mostly to expand upon my own character’s thoughts as they happen in the moment. This way to all of the background stuff Background and Past Musings
Somewhere, on an alternative Coruscant, unbound by reality and physics.
His eyes opened fully and at once as he found himself with his back on the platform beneath him, the surface consisting of red carpet. He pushed himself into a seating position in the middle of the circular structure that was the centre of the surrounding pathways. It was only the second time he woke awoke in this place, a hovering platform, both surrounded by walls and glass, yet showing the surrounding cityscape of coruscant, the shuttles and hovercraft screeching by with muffled sounds.
He stood in the centre of it all, a beam of light emerging from below him and apart from that the circular stage in the middle felt like a living space, a retreat. Lavish couches, a table, shelves full of wine, books, datapads with any information he could ever wish to access. But the true relief was not this platform, nor the many others connected by hovering stairways.
The true relief was the path that led onward from it. Without a sound he rose and walked towards it, noticing the structure had changed. There were still three pools here, but now, two of them were only accessible from the largest, branches spreading onwards, connected by themselves but not a true alternative.
Aiven stepped up to the first one, a pit, about five metres wide filled to the endless bottom with water, emotion and ambition swirling with in it. The swirls contained in this one was purple, red, and black in colour, soon enough he would return to it, it was the others that acquired his attention for a moment.
Swift steps brought him to the one leftt of it, a deep cauldron of black, sometimes broken by light swirls of hope or anger flashing in their respective hues. A feeling of confidence surged in him, watching over this pool of purpose. It was easily controlled, used, internalized. Yet he knew he could not allow himself to bathe or bask inside… it would topple him, take control of his actions. Control. The word he coveted so much.
Instead, he kept walking, over to the third of the basins, the one most unknown. It was the most beautiful of the three, decorated in muted, yet pleasant colours all around. The water moved in a gentle, swirling fashion now, the muted colours of the entire spectrum slowly shifting, mixing, changing. He knew that beneath the surface it was connected to the second, that a lack of colour here meant spikes in the other. Whether it would ever truly to threaten the balance between them, he didn’t know.
Aiven knelt beside it, letting his fingers tip into the water, and breathing in deeply, enjoying the feeling of the warm and slow-moving stream. His eyes half closed, head dropping down and yet with a single, hasty move he pulled his hand from it. As tempting as it was, he did not believe himself ready to step into it, besides, it was not what he had come to do.
The Raven-haired individual rose, beginning to take the path that connected this one to the first pool, the biggest one. Piece by piece he got rid of his clothes, throwing them into the abyss below himself where the wind of passing ships or speeders carried them far off into the cityscape. He lingered at the edge, before he noticed a streak of gold within the colours and with a smirk, he began to step into it. Slowly he submerged into the water, time seemingly slowing around himself as he felt every bit of exposed skin slowly enveloped within.
He came to rest with his head still above the waterline and placed his hands on the edges, as he looked out over the internals of the hovering structures all around himself. A smile appeared on his features as he allowed his eyes to close, a moment of respite before his thoughts would linger on the usual grand concepts of galactic politics, the force and his role in it for the rest of the night.