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@alderaconsort
hello ! my name is salem . i am 21 + with he / they pronouns . this is an idie rp blog for BAIL ORGANA . this blog will contain themes of family , rebellion , oppression , and what it means to be a hero .
as bail is a rare character , i will not be practicing exclusivity on this blog .
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it's early. even the sun is hardly awake, only just starting to rise over the mountain peaks. he leans over, takes something from the bedside table before he rolls back over. he pulls his wife closer to him, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. ❝ happy birthday, my dove, ❞ he murmurs into her skin, pressing a small parcel into her hands. { for the birthday girl } @alderaconsort
Breha sighed and opened one eye smiling, she had learned early in her reign that birthday or not, a queen didn't get the day off, so leave it to Bail to mark her birthday in the little down time they did have.
"You spoil me, Hotshot." Breha murmured with a smile, carefully turning the parcel over in her hands.
"Shall I open this now or after breakfast?"
SLEEP STILL scrapes gravel into his voice , but he's awake enough in the early dawn light to watch his wife's face as she considers the mystery in her hands .
❝ now , ❞ he confirms . then , with some regret - ❝ i only have a little time for breakfast . there's a meeting i have to attend . ❞ he may have made sure to be on alderaan for breha's birthday , but that didn't mean he got to take the day off . his nose nudges her shoulder , distracting her from the duties they both will have to go to far too soon .
❝ open it , ❞ he urges , soft tones edged with a quiet eagerness .
"Good answer." She could see him trying to judge how much longer they had.
"Patience, Hotshot." She teased, leaning her forehead against his, not that she could blame him for being a little impatient given the situation.
THE CHUCKLE that bubbles from his chest is real and warm , silky and low . he presses a kiss to her temple and keeps his lips close to her .
❝ ' patience ' is not something you inspire in me , my dove . ❞
Love had once seemed such an impossibility, but Breha was young, and a part of her had selfishly wanted a great love. She would do anything for her planet, but she wanted one thing for herself.
This would be her one thing.
"Will you join me for dinner tonight?"
❝ HOPEFULLY FOR not just tonight , ❞ he teases with a roguish little smile tugging at the corner of his lips .
He does not need his eyes to feel the anger in the room, and he stands before it. Not unrepentant, as that would imply he recognizes some of his crimes in the future, but steady.
He knows his is the steadiness that will, apparently, calcify into the steadiness of the man he has seen on far too many holoscreens. He knows he keeps that same bearing, he knows the height is already there, and so is much of it. Fifty, sixty years are the difference.
So he stands before that anger, and chooses not to judge. That is not what he is there for, no matter his frustrations and his questions and his concerns. Instead, he regards the Senator of Alderaan -a peaceful world, one he remembers visiting once, a beautiful one- and merely observes.
"And what would you do about it?" He asks, his tone even. "There is no legal framework to deal with someone in my position."
He is aware he sounds curious. Cold, clinical. He is aware that he is not making his case. But the alternative is breathing into that same anger, and letting his frustration show, and that will help nobody.
"I have not yet committed those crimes. I am being kept on Coruscant, away from the frontlines. What else would you do, Bail Organa? I know the law, and so do you."
And there is little to do but get over it. And get things done.
THE OBVIOUS solution sits unvoiced between them . if bail were a worse man ( or , one might argue , a better one ) , there would be no conversation . no law . merely the cessation of a problem .
but while this dooku knows very little of the senator that stands before him , he has a feeling they both know that bail is not the type of man to make that choice .
❝ then help us . help us STOP YOU . ❞
❝ you’re asking us to invade an imperial installation based on nothing but hope. ❞
❝ rebellions are built on h o p e ❞
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She flashed him the smile she reserved purely for him. Of course he'd arranged things so they would be alone tonight, he was so thoughtful that way, and they didn't get these chances often.
"You certainly know how to show a lady a good time, Senator."
HIS CHUCKLE is bubbling and warm , his hand keeping ahold of hers .
❝ well - ❞ he starts , ❝ i hardly planned for you to have a bad time on coruscant . ❞ it was such a rare occurrence , after all . ❝ but for hospitality , you can THANK MY WIFE . she taught me everything i know . ❞
"Ah, your wife must be very wise." Breha joked, stealing a kiss, she rarely kissed Bail in public, it wasn't that she didn't love him but she was a queen before she was a wife, so propiety sometimes came first.
But the alcohol was making her a little less concerned about propriety right now.
THE KISS is swift , chaste even , and yet it melts bail nonetheless . he glances out of the window , trying to gauge how much longer they have on this blasted drive . he returns his attention to her , moving closer to wind an arm around her in the seat .
❝ the wisest person i know , ❞ he agrees earnestly .
Echo's eyes quickly scan the data, both his regular flesh eyes as well as the scanners implanted into the neural cortex around his head. He doesn't have a lot of time to read the information, although he does take mental scans to review more deeply later, and what he sees is enlightening, even if not blatantly obvious. The niggling from before turns to a quiet murmur as he mentally turns the votes over in his mind, noting actions here and moves there that paint a very interesting picture for someone who might be inclined to look.
Just keeping himself from changing his breathing rate--keep it regulated and steady-- he nods slightly, passing the holopad back over the senator, his gaze somehow even sharper than before. "I think they very well could align, senator. What help might I be able to give you?"
IT COULD be a ruse , of course . bail hasn't survived being a senator in the empire without a healthy dose of paranoia . but the way echo looks at him , something in his eye . . . bail feels their understanding of each other CLICK . he meets that sharp look with one of his own and he nods . he glances around . he doesn't trust his senatorial apartments . . . but luckily he knows a friend of a friend .
❝ care for a drink? ❞
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We're all changing the ATMOSPHERE, we're all brightening the LIGHT.
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But is it all just a mirage? Is it just a mirage?
The pulmonodes flickered again, and Breha's breath hitched slightly. When she'd married Bail she was unsure what would come of their union, but part of her had doubted that love was in her future.
Fondness possibly, respect maybe, but not love.
And yet, here they were.
"I love you." The words were tumbling out of her mouth before she was even aware she was thinking them.
THE WORDS she speaks are the ones he's already thinking . there is a slight catch of his breath , before a tender smile finds itself on his lips . his hands tighten on hers , giving them a squeeze .
❝ i love you , breha organa . ❞
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HE DOESNT understand it . he's not force - sensitive . he doesn't see the future or feel the way the future weaves with the present . and now , apparently , the past .
but what bail DOES know is that he feels quite a bit of anger in his chest ( a rare case for him ) . his hands are clasped tightly behind his back as he faces off against the younger version of a man that is currently making his life a LIVING HELL .
❝ i can't simply get over it . while it is not entirely your fault , you are certainly a GUIDING FACTOR . just because you haven't done it yet does not mean you don't share at least some of the blame . ❞
get over it - ok go
brb just havin a bit of a cry over how much bail loves his light his love his daughter leia organa
She flashed him the smile she reserved purely for him. Of course he'd arranged things so they would be alone tonight, he was so thoughtful that way, and they didn't get these chances often.
"You certainly know how to show a lady a good time, Senator."
HIS CHUCKLE is bubbling and warm , his hand keeping ahold of hers .
❝ well - ❞ he starts , ❝ i hardly planned for you to have a bad time on coruscant . ❞ it was such a rare occurrence , after all . ❝ but for hospitality , you can THANK MY WIFE . she taught me everything i know . ❞
"I've heard. But Alderaan is a peaceful planet, so it can't become too messy, right?" Though, Obi-Wan thinks the term messy is more than generous. As far as he's seen, the palace has just been hushed arguing and formal complaints and with the Republic overseeing the transition of power, they won't even have the chance to step foot in the direction of civil war, let alone any sort of political violence. At least, that is what he assumes. Either that or every planet side adult is holding back information from him (which is difficult to believe because his Master is quite adept at knowing everyone's business—he calls it reconnaissance—but Obi-Wan and Master Nu would call it gossiping). Perhaps he needs to be more pushy with his temporary peers.
"You don't sound particularly impassioned. Do you believe the throne is rightfully yours?"
. . . HE SUPPOSES that's true , isn't it ? the alderaanian version of " messy " isn't actually really all that , well . . . messy . there's high tensions and sharp words , cruel looks and snide comments . but bail can't imagine there are going to be any POLITICAL ASSASSINATIONS considered . . . . at least , for his sake , he hopes not .
the question makes him sigh . ❝ maybe it is , maybe it isn't . more than that , i just want this to be over . it's turning people i thought i knew into JERKS . and maybe once this is over i won't have to deal with that insufferable girl anymore . ❞
Her pulmonodes flickered, mimicking her heart skipping a beat, the way he was looking at her...
Breha was not a shy woman, she never had been, but in this moment she certainly felt like it. Her cheeks warmed, the way he said wife, it carried more weight than the word queen.
"I see... I've already physically given my heart for Alderaan, but my heart is yours."
HE PASSES his hand over her chest , feels the warmth of the pulmonodes there . his other hand takes hers and places it over his own chest , where his own heart resides .
❝ and mine yours , my dove . ❞
