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shesdaylight — rapunzel ,
she wishes she could read anakin’s mind. enough to at least get some insight as to what must be going on in his head, in his worries. so that she, and padmé, and obi-wan could help reassure him. “oh, padmé…” voice trails off for a brief moment, a gentle hand reaching to press against the other’s shoulder, a gentle gesture of reassurance. “certainly he knows that he can come to you. he must know it.” she’s sure of it. “how can i help? there must be something i can do.”
“ i know that he wakes in the night , but he won’t talk to me when he does. he leaves in the morning while i’m still sleeping. ” and he rises early indeed to do so. padme presses her nails gently against her palms , steadying herself. “ i don’t know how to help him. ”
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desafia — magnolia castillo ,
it leaves a cold sort of sensation to see leia turn away from her. but magnolia knows it’s for the best, she knows she cannot go back on the promise she made to anakin. she only hopes bail’s spirit can forgive her for not being at his daughter’s side during this time. magnolia wraps her arms around her middle, as if she could make her heart and soul feel warmth again. ❝ me too. ❞ it’s no more than a whisper. she has had a dreadful suspicion she will not leave this place alive. and the young woman forsaking her now is the only reason she has left to wish to continue breathing beyond these walls.
she stands for a moment , facing the door , jaw tight -- and something stirs inside her. there are blurry childhood memories featuring mags ; happy , laughing memories and patient lessons and a pair of arms to pick her up when she’d fallen. she thinks of her father , his warm brown eyes. she thinks of how much he had loved mags , and impulsively she turns , throwing her arms about the older woman’s waist.
crowshoots — jesper fahey ,
“ and we’re all good at giving the people what they need, ” jesper says with a mournful sigh, stretching their arms above their head. “ proper little wake - up call. really, what would this city be without us? ” maybe a little less crime - heavy, one’d argue, but jesper would say that’s just ketterdam at it’s core.
oh, that’s two in one night. their head cocks. an i like that and an agreement to come to dinner… wow, kaz really does miss him. “ you’re the one with the plans, brekker. how we spitting in these mercher’s faces this time? ”
“ i think we’ll take radmakker’s jewels. ” a hint of a smirk curls up the corner of his mouth. unhappiness shifts only briefly in the pit of his stomach , thinking of inej -- but there are other spiders. another under his tutelage , though she is no wraith. “ i’ll get back to you with the finer details at dinner. we’ll rope wylan in. ”
desafia — magnolia castillo ,
the small, gentle smile which slowly curves about her lips is fueled by a depth of emotions she could never begin to unravel. she believes him. magnolia nestles in close to him again, resting her face into his chest once more. ❝ then…i’ll go. an-anywhere. you want. ❞ she will follow him across the galaxy, to any planet or dark corner. that much has been guaranteed by his kindness. her loyalty has only been further strengthened by his promise. ❝ we can. be…anything. ❞ they can choose to become whatever they want. they do not have to be tools for the republic to use up until they are dull and broken.
anything. for a moment , anakin permits himself to consider the idea , and realizes that he hasn’t the slightest idea what he would be , given the chance. he has never had agency over his own fate , first a slave and then the jedi’s chosen one. a mechanic , maybe. maybe. “ what would you be , if you had the choice? ”
aigonakru — pepper potts ,
“ you don’t know that. there’s so much that you’ve accomplished with this… ” her pointer finger gently tapping the side of his face at his left temple. “ and this. ” index fingering moving downward to point at his chest; his heart. “ there’s so much out there…so many possibilities in the universe. do you really believe there isn’t a way to bring them back, tony? ” pepper questions with a tilt of her head while a single tear falls down her cheek. “ have you even looked into the potential that there is something out there that can reverse what happened? ”
“ pep , ” he says quietly , scarcely more than a whisper. “ please. don’t. i can’t. ” tony closes his eyes against suddenly welling wetness , fingers tight in white fabric. “ there’s no machine to bring back the dead. ”
negotiaetor — obi - wan kenobi ,
well it’s too late for that now, isn’t it? old wounds have been opened, by his simple presence. obi-wan might be keen and thrilled that mace is alive but it is also a reminder of the years past, of everything they’d had a lost. and now to speak of anakin, of the smallest chance that he might be alive – “please, mace. if you know something about anakin,” he begins, trying to hold back the tremor in his voice, the way his knuckles turn white. perhaps he’d already known there was a chance. perhaps he’d always feared. and here was mace, not to assuage his fears, but to give them weight. what would be worst? to have killed anakin, or to have left him there to die only to find out he had survived?
and what of that man could have survived? what would he be now? he can tell mace is being cautious, but as he takes a shuddering breath, he pushes his glass away. anxiety rises with in him, something he’s spent many long years pushing down, clinging to the calm of the jedi teachings for support. those supports now threaten to give way. "there was hardly anything left of him. i cannot imagine how he might have made it off that planet alive.“
it is a terrible thing to watch obi - wan begin to fold before his eyes. it almost certainly would have been kinder not to come at all , to let obi - wan continue in ignorance. there is little room for kindness under the regime of the empire. mace’s fingers twitch toward him , seeking to put a reassuring hand on his arm , and then he thinks better of it.
“ you have heard of the emperor’s right hand , ” he says slowly. “ darth vader. there is talk that he is a monster beneath the suit , but there is also talk that he is merely human. a force - user. talk that the suit conceals terrible wounds. ”
desafia — magnolia castillo ,
a small, knowing smile ghosts about her lips ❝ dark. and i…old friends. ❞ she too is a night flower, she supposes. it is not just for her sleeplessness that she speaks but how she has had to learn to bloom without the sun. her gaze travels about their environment with an unfettered hunger and curiosity. she reaches out to reverently touch a finger to the bright leaf of one of the flowering plants, though her other hand remains firmly grasped in the queen’s. she would like to stay here forever, she thinks.
“ i thought you may say something to that effect. ” breha smiles , pausing as mags brushes her fingers over silken leaves. this grants her a moment to catch her breath. “ the candlewick flower blooms at night , and only for a little while. bail ought to be able to join us then. ”
enchaents — margaery tyrell ,
❝ i fear i shall never get used to the snow , ❞ margaery says , resisting the urge to scratch at her neck where her pale skin meets the fur of her cloak. her tone is playful , as if charmed ; but she misses the sun. she misses her brother , gone south to fight a new battle. she misses highgarden.
“ does it never snow in highgarden? ” he has never visited ; he has seldom ventured so far from winterfell , and he does not know that he desires to do so again , once he is finally able to return home. how he misses home. “ i think you will , though i suppose it is not for me to say. i have known little else. ”
crimeloyalty — harley quinn ,
she does ; she doesn’t. harleen wanted to go to france. she wanted to be joker’s only lover. she wanted to leave. none of those choices seem to have stuck – none have been what she expected. what does she do with all that doubt? “ sure, christian. we’ll try. i’ll try. for you. i promise. ”
christian’s gaze searches hers , and then his head drops into his hands. he is too exhausted to press her further , too drained even to ready himself for the upcoming journey to america. but he must. if she gets out , they will have to run. “ will you meet me at the harbor? ”
desafia — magnolia castillo ,
❛ doing terrible things doesn’t make you terrible, ❜ automated voice reads out after a period of thoughtful silence. tilting her head, she glances towards depa again and then just as quickly averts her gaze to the datapad in her hands. ❛ i can sense when people are bad. you don’t feel anywhere near it at all. ❜ her shoulders rise and fall before she adds. ❛ and i’m not jedi. i’ve never really lived in much light anyway. so, it doesn’t matter. you can be my friend. ❜
“ perhaps not , but just the same , it is for the best that i remain here until i know i can trust myself. ” she does not trust herself not to try to harm mace again , nor anyone else. she has not yet wrested control of herself back from the blackness ; not fully. “ i think you live in the light more than you know. you are ... wreathed in goodness. ”
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choreom4nia — esme cullen ,
you 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 it. smoothing back her hair, tucking it safely behind her ears, mindful of your 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 against her heated skin. you have missed her as you have missed your own, and you can see the chasm still in her, ripped wide open chest, slow to close. thumb and knuckle find her chin, gentle tip to meet nothing but 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. maybe it’ll settle the perpetual 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 that’s surrounded her since your return. you are just glad they’re both here, safe &. sound. ❛ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 is something that comes naturally. don’t f̳o̳r̳c̳e̳ it. you don’t have to accept his apology if you aren’t ready. it doesn’t change what you mean to this family if you do or don’t. ❜
it feels as though something in her begins to knit itself back together , features easing slightly at esme’s touch. how she had missed esme , and alice ; maybe more than him , at times. sometimes , when the hole is eating its way through her in the night , bella wonders if she is crazy for not accepting him back -- and yet when she looks at him , all she can see are those dead eyes , those last days before they’d disappeared. and she hears it all again. bella , i don’t want you to come with me. it feels as though she’s choking on the memory. “ what if i can never accept it? how can it not? ”
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