Outlander : Ok, maybe playing 'whose family is most dysfunctional' wasn't the best idea Lana's had. Arcann and Theron's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can't get them out...
Thrawn is back, for the best or for the worst. ( and so am I but that's onlu temporary )
Anyway what are your thoughts on the return of Thrawn in Ahsoka ? Personally, I'm terrified. He's definitly my favorite character from SW, I absolutely loved his books, and as I was deeply dissapointed in the recent shows like Kenobi, I'm truly worried that they will ruin his character ( and honestly that's most likely to happen ) BUT let's stay positive
Tentative kisses given in the dark for anyone who speaks up
Have some fairly far down the timeline Ardrali feels on this lovely Saturday :)
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Arcann’s nightmares were quiet.
Endrali had it on good authority(his) that the rare occasions her dreams turned unpleasant, she muttered nonsense or lashed out in her sleep. She could confirm the latter, having barked her knuckles on his cybernetic arm doing so at least once. That hadn’t been a fun way to wake up.
His, in contrast, were more frequent and subtle. (She tried not to dwell on why even his subconscious felt a need to mask his distress.) Usually the only way she knew they happened was waking to a half-empty bed with sheets going cool or if she was sleeping lightly and picked up on the faint tremor in the Force.
She wasn’t sure what had her awake enough tonight fell in the second category, but her heart squeezed at the familiar cold ripple to his Force presence.
The shudder that rolled through him a moment later woke her fully.
Endrali lay there a moment, her only initial movement a vague tightening of the arm she had draped over his waist as they slept, hand pressing to his chest to convey she had his back against the nightmares like he so often had hers in combat.
There was no response, and the cold ripple deepened. She frowned. A bad one, then.
“Arcann,” she murmured, brushing a gentle, tentative kiss between his shoulder blades, right over one of the scars snaking up from his shoulder. “You’re dreaming, love, wake up.” She sent the words swirling through the Force for good measure as she whispered them.
She felt the moment they took hold, the rolling wave of regret as Arcann pulled himself awake, his chest rising under her hand in a sharp, shaking breath.
He lay still at first, reorienting himself, probably, before his hand slid down to cover hers on his chest. Neither of them spoke as his fingers linked between hers and squeezed fiercely, as she pressed her forehead to his back.
I’m here, I’m here, I’ve got you.
Endrali didn’t ask about the nightmare, just rubbed her thumb back and forth over his, their joined hands close enough to his heart she could feel the rapid rhythm and when it started, ever so slightly, to slow. Arcann was quiet a few moment longer, but from the heavy, grey sense of him in the Force, she had a good guess where his dreams had wandered.
“I walked on one of the planets,” he finally murmured without preamble, “that the Fleet bombarded on my command. There were echoes amidst the destruction. Asking why. What they’d done to deserve such... annihilation. And I...” His grip slackened, untangling from hers, and slid away as if he didn’t feel deserving of the comfort. “I didn’t have an answer. It was just my rage. My hatred. For you.”
Endrali kissed the back of his neck but didn’t speak. She knew reassurance would ring hollow. There was no undoing his actions, no words that would bring the dead back to life. An I’m sorry didn’t quite fit, even if she was. Just because these ghosts were of his own making didn’t keep her heart from twisting at how they haunted him.
You’ve changed, it’s the past, I’ve forgiven you, he knew them all by heart and she didn’t need to repeat them. But there was one that bore saying as many times as he needed to hear it.
“Arcann...” she pressed one last kiss to the back of his shoulder. It made him shiver, and she smiled faintly as she levered herself up and shifted over him, tucking in the gap between his chest and the edge of the bed. There were benefits to being small. “...I’m here for you,” she whispered, tracing his jaw with her fingertips.
Arcann managed a weak smile, slightly turning his head to kiss her palm when it passed close enough. “I don’t know what makes me worthy of your support,” he murmured, eyes almost glowing with the faint starlight that filtered in through the darkened window, “but I hope you know that it is treasured beyond words.”
Endrali smiled, tracing from his brow down to rest her hand against his jaw. “I love you,” she said simply. And no matter how deserved a consequence these nights might be, you don’t have to face them alone. She craned her neck to kiss him, deepened it when his return was tentative and hesitant.
They were quiet when they parted, and Endrali’s thoughts had just started turning to the edge close behind her when Arcann exhaled a shaky approximation of a laugh.
“You’re going to fall off the bed,” he pointed out softly.
“No, I won’t,” she countered, just as softly. She slid her hand down his arm, lifting it by the wrist to tuck around her hips. “You’ve got me.”
Arcann chuckled, this one more solid, if still soft. His hand pressed the small of her back, warmth soaking through her sleep shirt. “Always, but I also have a better idea.”
He held her close as he rolled over, placing her back on her side of the bed, but with them still facing each other. Endrali couldn’t completely bite back a single, quiet giggle, her heart fluttering and one arm wrapping around his neck in an instinctive bid to steady herself.
“You’re right, this is better,” she said. She kissed the edge of his jaw. “But won’t your arm fall asleep now?”
“It’s possible,” he allowed. “I don’t mind.” A moment’s pause, then he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead at the hairline. His arm settled closer around her waist despite the angle. “Thank you, Endrali.” Then, quieter, murmured into her hair as she snuggled close, “I love you, too.”
Endrali smiled, humming softly in acknowledgement, and started drifting off again with her hand splayed against his chest to feel his heartbeat. Slow and steady. Peaceful. Her smiled widened.
Good. I hope you have better dreams, love.
But even if the nightmares were still there, she would be, too.
Damn Its been month I haven't play swtor ( I was busy ( and lazy )) and apparently there's a new update, and I can't even play right now arghhh whyyyyyy
Tell me fellow swtor players is it good ? Is it bad ? Is it sad ?! I NEED SPOILERS PLEASE
