𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑

❝ boy with eyes as bright as a blue supergiant star, who sees the universe and thinks adventure, who finds solace among ice giants and meteors alike boy who refuses to back down, who tries to hold a planet close as it breaks apart, continents scattering and sharp boy with hands so warm you think they attempt to mimic the heat of the suns he stares at ❝

[lkskywalker]

eisleyvera​:

&&. LUKE

she had never been so assertive and demanding in her life. if she took that tone with her master, god knew what might happen, but here? in this prison? this might be life or death for luke and eisley knew that she needed to do something. after all, she did promise him that night where she was tucked away in his arms beneath the light show among the stars. this was no time to reminisce about their romance… if that’s what it was. friendship, was a better word, though eisley couldn’t help but hold out hope that he would someday catch the tender way she looked into his eyes or those soft touches as she reached for his hand. maybe someday luke would catch on. but if he didn’t, eisley would still be happy to be able to know him at all. 

but now, this guard was testing her. she felt like she had the upper hand and she hoped that her master wouldn’t be dragged into this, but it seemed like she would have her way… what a strange sensation, but she was more than grateful that all of her pent up anger aided her in this little show that she was able to put on. she held her breath as the man begrudgingly walked to the cell and threw luke out to the floor where eisley had instinctively tried to catch him. the girl looked up to the man with a glare - - though her head remained held high. she wanted to fight him… verbally, of course, but she would love to use that baton against the man as well for what he’s done to luke. still, it was best to leave it be and try to leave as soon as possible before anyone caught on to what was really happening. 

eisley took a hold of luke and helped him stand before turning towards the door and leaving without another word to that guard. luke seemed like he was genuinely in pain and she was ready to take him back to his bunk, but he thankfully gave her that little wink and she felt some sense of minuscule comfort in that. she breathed a sigh of relief as the pair finally walked through the exit though she continued walking with him - - arm around his waist and her other hand holding his that was around her shoulder. ❝ are you hurt, luke? anything broken, i mean? i want to take a look at you once we get somewhere safe- ❞ the girl rambled, worried eyes looking up to the blond beside her with a tinge of tenderness behind that gaze too. he was okay… while she wished she could’ve gotten to him sooner, at least he was still here. ❝ we should get you somewhere a bit more private though. ❞

for a heartbeat, luke is worried that she’ll turn back to the guard, that she’ll get too angry and oversell herself, but thankfully, she allows him to lead her towards the door and out of the room, out of the building, a thousand eyes and watchful monitors tracking each step of the way. as soon as they’re far enough away that he’s certain no one can hear them, he leans even closer to eisley and whispers, “i’m really mostly fine, i’m not this badly damaged, i just had to make it seem like i’m weaker than i really am so they wouldn’t suspect me.”

they meander onto sidewalks and around buildings, people passing them without a glance, and gradually, luke leans off her, bringing his weight back to himself, yet still keeping his arm wrapped around her, moreso pulling her towards him. call him overprotective, but he’s not sure who might be following them, who might still be watching them. it’s a paranoia bred from the war, fostered inside his chest from a hundred runs under the rule of the empire. “i know where we can go, don’t worry. just follow my lead.” he doesn’t mention that it’s the resistance, just in case, but he hopes she can guess that’s where they’re heading... in a very long, roundabout route. “i promise i’m not trying to get you lost,” he tells her after they’ve been walking through alleyways and strange directions for nearly half an hour, luke glancing behind them every once in a while, his arm sliding off her, only to catch her hand in his. “i just want to make sure we’re not being trailed.”

finally, he brings her to a nondescript entrance, putting in several codes and passwords, and even though he trusts her with his life, his heart is still pounding inside his chest at this new breech of intimacy. he doesn’t know if she’s been to the resistance before, but she’s never been to where he’s taking her; his own private quarters, way in the back. it’s late so not many people are up, but those who are, recognize him immediately, a few of them commenting on how long he’s been absent for-- until they see his face. he manages to laugh them all off, keeping eisley’s hand firmly in his own, while he ushers her along. when they eventually reach his room, he shuts the door and leans back against it, sighing as he smiles at her. “home sweet home. it’s not much but there’s some tea in the corner if you’d like it.” now that he’s stopped, and safe, and not paranoid, his body reminds him of all those places he’s still bruised up in. “and the medkit is under the bed. would you mind pulling it out?”

[lkskywalker]

inspiringgreatness​:

it’s not hard to sense luke’s discomfort, and ahsoka can only hazard a guess as to why. darth vader… everything anakin became is so different to the man she knew. they’re hardly even the same person, from everything she’s learned. she’s not sure exactly how it happened, what broke his spirit to such a degree, but the stories and recounts she’s found of vader and the terror he’d caused the galaxy are nothing like anakin. for her, it’s impossible to imagine her former master becoming that.

but for luke… vader is all he knew. whatever became of their connection, it doesn’t change that fact. while she can’t imagine anakin and darth vader, she feels - for luke, it must be the other way around. humanising a being who had caused so much evil is difficult, to say the least. but it’s not impossible. if it were, she wouldn’t be here. and she’s sure luke wouldn’t be, either. so she waits patiently for him to process… this, not wanting to turn this conversation away from what he may be thinking, may be feeling. just giving him a chance to ask… whatever it is he needs to, to make that first step. wherever it may lead.

it doesn’t surprise her, that he’d ask something like that, but it does… hurt, a little. to imagine that anakin became the kind of being who could make anyone doubt how much he loved padme. but she’s seen it in the woman herself, her doubt and fear and uncertainty over what anakin had become. “he did.” she responds without missing a beat. “they were always.. very secretive of their connection. you have to understand, luke - the jedi didn’t allow for personal attachments. romantic connection, love of that nature - it wasn’t something we were allowed to explore or even consider. but, for all they did to try and hide things… I knew them both well.” anakin better than padme, of course, but the senator was absolutely no stranger to ahsoka either. she looked up to padme immensely. “it was impossible to miss how much he cared for her. and while their marriage had been a secret for a long time… the better i knew them, the easier it was to see how much he loved her.” pausing for a moment, ahsoka gives luke’s hands a gentle, hopefully reassuring squeeze. “i know it’s.. hard to imagine, given what you’ve experienced with vader. but the anakin i knew was - the most compassionate person i have ever known. if there’s only one thing you’re able to believe from our conversation today, please let it be that he loved your mother.”

he has no formal or informal connection to vader-- anakin, in this timeline, in this place here on coruscant. he hasn’t been able to tether them together in any substantial, tangible way; his father is once again a spectre of himself to luke, only existing on the outskirts of his periphery until whenever the most opportune moment may arise. luke has no control over that, he never has, but even with their history sitting between them, he knows the anakin of this world, of ahsoka’s world, is a very different character. even now, he can see it in her eyes, how she isn’t sure how to bridge that gap. he doesn’t blame her.

on the other hand, he’s had multiple meetings with his mother, padme always so happy to see him, even if it hurts her, always open to whatever he wants to talk about, always eager to establish them as family. she’s gentle and careful and intelligent-- he can understand how a jedi knight could fall for someone like her, and why they would need to keep it all a secret, how such a secret could eat away at them both, destroy them from the insides out. he listens to ahsoka but even understanding it, it doesn’t fill him with hope. those sorts of emotions... it’s a course sort of love.

“i know about the rules the old jedi order established for itself,” he nods, acknowledging the time period she’s referring to. “i’ve studied it a lot.” he’s wary of saying out loud how little he agrees with that sort of doctrine to ahsoka, unsure how she feels about such edicts, but he does want confess at least one thing to her regarding it, his gaze pinned to her to gauge her reaction. “i also know how they chose children from a very young age, to separate them out, to isolate them from their families, so they could focus only on the force. and that my father was older than most when he was inducted into the order. do you think that had something to do with what he became?”

[lkskywalker]

zenithcastor​:

her grin just kept growing and growing the more he rambled on and dug himself deeper. at his comment, her brows arched - - amusement splayed across her face and only wanting to prod at him some more. ❝ too? you do like her, don’t you- ❞ zen taunted, before that look of absolute glee graced her features as he covered his mouth. ❝ or you’re in love with me and you’re hiding it. that’s gotta be it- ❞ she chuckled, though she knew it wasn’t like that between them. however, she was close enough to luke that she knew when he was trying to cover up a crush. it was endearing. the way he talked about her job though was a bit of a different energy that before. he was… concerned for the girl? was she in trouble? ❝ what? is she like… seeing her master or something? ❞ zen asked, curious about this ‘’devotion’ aspect of it. ❝ you chasin’ after girls who are already taken, luke? ❞

“leave me alone!” luke pleads, unable to stop the blush that floods across his face, only trying desperately to cover it up with his hands. he’s so embarrassed, he can’t stand it, he hates that he’s too easily pushed into revealing stuff like this, but knowing at least that it’s only because he actually does trust zen. she’s pushy, but she’s a good friend, despite her job and what it entails. if he liked her less, he would be staunchier about it. “i feel like so much of our relationship would be different if i secretly liked you. i wouldn’t let you bully me around, for one thing.” he nudges at her shoulder, not entirely sure if what he’s saying is as honest as he’d like it to be. but then she talks about eisley’s master, her employer, and everything inside him flips over, a jolt of cold striking through him, the teasing melting off his face. “seeing him? i...” he blinks at her, the idea dawning on him that... that maybe she is. oh no-- what if she does actually like him, or belong to him in some way that has nothing to do with her employment? “i don’t know.” his tone is serious now, worried, thinking back to all the times she might have hinted at that, all the times she defended him against luke. the idea of them together would just be... horrifying.

[lkskywalker]

eisleyvera​:

the gentleness of his actions was something quite foreign to her. eisley hadn’t been this close to a person before, and before luke came along, she was convinced that it would never happen. his hand across her shoulder and the warmth of both his body and the blanket he’d brought sent thrills down her spine. part of her wondered if this was even meant for her. eisley happily moved closer to luke while the two stared up at the illuminated night sky - - although her mind was completely fixated on the way she could feel his steady breathing and faint pulse instead of the meteor show above. luke was far more spectacular anyway. 

❝ don’t be, ❞ eisley replied to his apology, pressing just a bit closer to him as if to tell him that she wanted this. by the way he drew her in, she hoped that he felt the same. eisley glanced over to luke at his tales of tattooine and her mind wandered to what the planet might be like. sand… she knew it was full of sand, but that was nearly it. the two of them came from completely different worlds - - a desert and ice. their upbringings must have been completely different and yet the both of them melted into each other so perfectly. it didn’t take long for her to grow so comfortable with luke in a way she hadn’t known before, and eisley knew that this wasn’t just a fleeting thing that would end in a week or two. in her loneliest nights, the girl found herself wanting him and no one else. not her estranged parents nor her childhood friends, but luke. maybe it wasn’t the best thing to grow so dependent on him, but it felt so good to have another person in her life… even though their relationship hadn’t furthered past a friendship. 

he would have told her if he wanted something more, wouldn’t he? eisley wasn’t too bold and anyone who knew her wouldn’t be surprised at that statement. though she often wondered if his skin felt more like velvet or silk, or what his lips might taste like, eisley was too scared to cross that threshold and potentially ruin their relationship. if they were meant to just be friends, she would learn to be content with that. but kriff, did she love feeling the calm rise and fall of his body with every breath. she loved smelling that scent that was distinctly luke, and she loved hearing his voice when he spoke her name. maybe she was too far gone already. 

she felt his hand ball into a fist and eisley managed to glance up at him just as he was looking down at her before playing it off by looking back at the meteors. that made her smile just faintly to herself and the girl was soon leaning her head on his shoulder as she got a bit more comfortable beneath his arm that was holding that blanket around the both of them. while eisley was likely the last person to get cold, she wouldn’t admit that… ever. she liked having his arms around her far too much to let that go. and soon enough, eisley was wrapping her arms around his waist while she leaned against him. ❝ hoth was barren, but the skies were incredible. there would be these ribbons of color that were always so bright and they would make it hard to go to sleep, but… it was something to see. ❞ eisley lifted her head from his shoulder to look up at him. ❝ and even if you do get captured, i’ll still be there trying to get you out. i promise. but don’t think so terribly, i don’t want you getting in trouble like that. ❞

eisley leans into him and he feels himself melting towards her, the heat of her body seeping in through his clothes, as though they could become one person together, here, alone on this hilltop, just them and the stars. luke wonders about that, about if maybe they could coalesce, if they would shine brighter that way, if they would burning hotter that way-- and he’s certain anything with eisley involved in it would do so. she’s so lovely and trusting and soft, gleaming in his mind like starlight itself, the comforting weight of her head against his shoulder making him dream too far beyond himself, his heart speeding too far ahead of himself.

he worries she can hear his chest pounding, but if she can, she doesn’t say anything and he can only be grateful for it. he turns his head to lean his cheek against her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, wondering how he’ll ever be able to sleep again without thinking about it, without obsessing over it, his nights already tumbling with dreams about her smile and her fingers and her wrists and her voice. he imprints these things about her onto his mind while he has them, collecting the details up quickly as though she is little more than dew drops he has to gather together before the sun comes back. when she wraps her arms around him, he pulls her tighter against his body, the two of them unabashedly connected now.

“hmm,” he hums as she speaks, closing his eyes to remember the icy planet on the outskirts of the galaxy, trying to separate out what he knows about it with what he’d experienced on it, how he’d almost died in the snow until han had come for him. “i’ve been to hoth,” he admits to her. “a long time ago.” he tries to think of it as she might think of it, like a home despite its dangers, the same way he associates tatooine, barren yet too familiar to fear. “i wish i could have seen the sky there with you.” but then he chuckles at her assertion of his capture, pinning his gaze up at the aurora borealis so he doesn’t meet her eyes, too afraid of what he might do if he does. “i’ll do my best to stay out of trouble, eisley. so should you. i need you to stay safe, you’re... important to me.” he tries to say it as calmly and unassuming as he can, without giving his heart away.

[lkskywalker]

spvcewvlkers​:

         he’d always assumed it would be leia. nothing else felt right to him, but han guessed that there was no way to know if he hadn’t lived through that portion of his life yet. it was still an unsettling thought though, and it was one that he didn’t really like to think about. “right…” he spoke, eyes glancing downward for a moment before putting on a somewhat faked smile for a second there. his relationship with leia in his own mind hadn’t progressed much, but from such small interactions, he experienced such strong feelings. “yeah… and i mean, i’m crazy about her to. i guess i’ll just have to wait it out.” 

it was strange for people to know his own future before it happened to him, but han tried to not hear it. he tried to avoid the conversations and not dig too deeply into that stuff so he wouldn’t be discouraged, but sometimes it just spilled. kriff, even luke and leia probably knew more about himself and his adventured than han himself did. “oh, was i?” he grinned, nudging his shoulder. “i am a good one to pick up, but i meant more along the lines of a girl… or a guy, whatever does it for ya-” he chuckled. 

luke isn’t sure how he ought to respond to han admitting that he’s crazy about leia. he knows their relationship is still newish and developing, at least it is for his timestream, but he’s not sure if they’ve gotten serious about each other yet, if they’ve become exclusive. he supposes if han is already assigning kids to her though, and no one else even popped into his head as an option, that’s a good sign. either way, all luke knows is that he’ll be as supportive as he can be for both leia and han, in the spirit of his unique relationships with both of them.

but han’s prodding about who luke might be seeing makes him sigh and rub the back of his neck, facial features screwing up and twisting, the words just sitting on his tongue, half swallowed and half pouring out of him. “well... there....” it’s not that he doesn’t trust han, it’s just that he knows how han can be when he catches the scent of something ridiculous from luke, and this is so fragile, this thing between him and eisley. but still, it’s han. “there might be a girl.” he feels himself color as he speaks, pinning his eyes directly downwards to his food. “it’s not anything really solid, i can’t say for sure if she even likes me back but,” he shrugs. “i enjoy spending time with her.”

[lkskywalker]

                                   WE ARE THE RESISTANCE.

team  -  lorde

renegades  -  x ambassadors

the resistance  -  skillet

save the day  -  ski mask the slump god (ft. jacquees, coi leray, lougotcash)

wild things  -  alessia cara

legendary  -  welshly arms

can’t hold us  -  macklemore (ft. ray dalton)

                                                                      @hopefulrebelle , @spvcewvlkers

[lkskywalker]

zenithcastor​:

zen rolled her eyes though a grin remained on her lips. she knew luke well enough to know when he was lying. besides, he was kind of a bad liar anyway. sitting up a bit more, she stared straight into those starry eyes of his and leaned forward as to get her point across. ❝ i’ve see you around your friends. that? you don’t get that look on your face for just anyone. do you blush like that around ben too? ❞ zen smirked, leaning back once again so he could try to argue against her once again. it was cute how he tried to defend himself, but zenish knew a little infatuation when she saw one. but… the more he spoke, the more she felt a bit bad for him. works for someone in the government? that had to be dangerous… regardless of what side they were on. ❝ what, she’s like an assistant or something? seems a bit young for that stuff, isn’t she? ❞

“i don’t know, you make me blush plenty of times, zen, you just make me do it purposefully, like a weapon,” he tells her, feeling that telltale reddening still on his face, and hating every second of it. he wishes he were better at talking like this, he wishes he had more of a poker face, but he already knows, from multiple games with han, just how bad he is at bluffing. “don’t go thinking i’ve got a crush on you too, okay.” that would just be disastrous. he covers his lips with his hand for a moment, glancing only minutely at her smirk and trying to force himself not to smile back at her-- which is impossible to say the least, even under his frustration, until she brings up eisley’s job. his stomach flips. “she’s not an assistant, no.” the word slave rattles around in his head. “not exactly. but she does work for a senator.” he pins his eyes down on the floor. “the guy’s a jerk, and in league with the first order, but she’s devoted to him i guess, so. it’s complicated.”

[lkskywalker]

nessarhet​:

Just her luck that there would be a strange man inside the exact place she needed to be. Was he a Jedi? Must be, she decided. No one else had any business in that dump. An exasperated huff escaped her and she pouted much like a child who hadn’t got her way. Her lightsaber was right there on her person, but because of that damn armistice she couldn’t risk starting a fight. Truth be told, she didn’t want to either. She knew the story of the ill-fated jedi order well, passed down through fellow hunters with triumph in their voices and grins of mirth. By just standing there she could feel the sorrow in the air, the energy beating down on her. Nessa was not supposed to be there, the force made that clear to her. She was an outsider, the enemy. She would never be welcome in these halls. Funny enough, for once in her life, she meant no harm to their kind. Nessa was seeking answers, not blood. “Pity. Something tells me I’m gonna need a drink after this.” She said, taking a cautious step forward.

she steps forward and he immediately takes a sidestep, unwilling for an unnamed reason to let her come too close to him, keeping his eyes on her, his face relaxed but concerned. he doesn’t know why yet, but he’s not entirely keen on letting her come within arm’s reach of him, something about the way she pouts, something about the way speaks. best case scenario, she’s just some random passerby who wandered in here out of curiosity; a stranger but a harmless one. other options include a lot more knowledge on her part-- but then, why would she pretend that she doesn’t know this place? she could be another jedi, making a joke, but he isn’t about to be the one to suggest that. he glances around at the wreckage quickly. “i’m sorry, do you have a lot of business here in a place like this? i hadn’t realized i was the one intruding. do you know what this is?”

[lkskywalker]

eisleyvera​:

eisley had to keep herself from completely showing how concerned and angry she was about his wounds. she couldn’t let others see how hurt she was to see him in pain because these people couldn’t catch on to the fact that she was just some girl trying to get her-… her whoever out from behind those bars. but luke grabbed her hand and held on to it - - eisley sighing at the transferred warmth although she recognized the small bouts of trembling too. what if his friends didn’t come though? eisley didn’t think that she could live without knowing. and she was already there, so she was sure as hell going to try to help him. 

by the way he took her hand, eisley knew that he was worried about what could happen to him too. it sealed the deal. she would do this. she had to. her thumb stroked his skin, taking a small breath in attempt to level the combination of hatred at the people who did this to him and nervousness about just how she should approach. the anxiety she had about facing them melted slowly the more she looked at luke though… his bruised face, his shaking hands… it was personal. 

❝ i know it isn’t, but it’s my job to care for you. i do care for you- ❞ she emphasized, nearly turning her head just slightly to the side so she could kiss his hand that was playing with her hair. but that booming voice and heavy footsteps were close by. 

she looked up at the man, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in a slight glare though she kept her head held high to mimic a look of importance. this was an instance where he favorability with her master worked in her favor, because the golden choker around her neck would back up her feigned notability. ❝ i am not confused, sir. shall i have a talk with your higher up about your refusal to my order?  ❞ eisley nearly winced at the crash of that baton on the bars, but she kept up the act - - not even more angered with the man. ❝ he is not a riot leader not a rebel, unless you’re calling me a liar. and if you are, then i can assure you that i’ll have you on the streets by tomorrow night. ❞ eisley took a step forward - - eyes bearing into the man’s which was only powered by her pure abhorrence for him and what he’d done to luke. ❝ you have the wrong person, ❞ the girl repeated. she had never felt like this before. the surge of power and anger and worry all came together to make her want to ruin this man. the two seemed to have a stare down. the man was clearly annoyed at eisley for challenging him in the first place, but she wouldn’t let down her bluff. she wanted to intimidate him. to make him suffer as much as she could though this was a feeling that was almost completely new to her. and after a few more moments, she straightened her posture a bit more. ❝ fine, ii shall call the senator- ❞ ❝ no - ❞ the guard responded, voice gruff and low just before he hesitantly went to unlock the cell. 

the guard obviously knows who eisley is, or at least, knows who she works for, who she works under, but there’s still so much tension in the room luke could suffocate from it, feeling the high stakes of this interaction through his bones, the risk eisley is putting on herself, the growing fury of the man standing between luke and freedom. it’s a bogus charge and they all know it, but the question is whether or not eisley’s presence here to get luke released is passable enough to attribute to her master. luke wants to tell her to stop, to go, to get to safety, but he understands that him interjecting with that now would only put her in more danger and give the gamut up. they’re both better off now if he plays along with her farce and the best way for him to do that is to stay as quiet and resilient as he can.

but even when the guardsman finally relents to her demands and opens the cell gate up, he’s unwilling to be gracious about it, grabbing luke’s arm roughly and shoving him out, practically throwing him at the floor as hard as possible. even with as bruised as luke is, he still nearly curls up, lets himself roll with the thrust the way his training has taught him, the proper way of dropping and returning to a position of strength, but he has to force himself not to, catch his own instincts before they betray him. he can’t let anyone here think him anything other than a random civilian, wrongfully accused, so he lets himself fall, crashing to the ground in a painful way, and then playing up that pain, an arm around his stomach, his legs unsteady, stumbling back up to his feet.

it’s a grand performance but he hopes it’s enough.

he reaches out for eisley as he comes back up, pulling an arm around her shoulder, trying to pretend like he needs her to help him stand, instead of also urging her towards the door quickly and keeping her close, in case anyone tries to attack her. if she won’t listen to his pleas about her own safety, at least he can protect her physically. “i’m indebted to you, and the senator, miss vera.” with his face turned away from the guard and any of the other monitoring systems, he winks at her. “please, let’s leave.”

[lkskywalker]

believedgood​:

even if the story that padmé had chosen to tell him had not been perhaps precisely what luke had been hinting toward, it was not very difficult to guess who her son may have had in mind –– the very man that had been weighing heavily on her own mind since she had woken up, unable to forget what horrible things had happened on mustafar, that look in his eyes. it pained her to know that luke understood the same painful magnitude of sacrifice that she did, losses intertwined with success and life that could not be forgotten. she was proud of all that he had accomplished, of the man that he had become. there was no doubt about that. yet she wished for him less pain that what he had already been through at such a young age. it was different for him. the republic had been destroying droids, not people. even when count dooku had used the force and made her kill one person, it had been horrible. “the greater good is a heavy choice to make. i’m very proud of you, luke.” her fingers wrapped around his hand, giving it a squeeze. “one day, our lives will be easier.” less painful. the question comes with a heavy blow, noting his word choice – he must have believed that she had already made that choice, didn’t he? except she hadn’t. how could she encourage him and be truthful at the same time? “it’s meant to be easier for me. i knew your father for years as a good man, passionate and brave, too full of love. if you can’t trust him, that’s because of him, not because of you.” she chose her words carefully. “if you do or don’t, i will support you either way. i want you to know that. i want to be able to trust him again. i loved him. but… to be truthful with you, i don’t wholly trust him, not yet.”

luke cannot imagine the sort of painful strength padme has had to grow from, all that she’s survived through, all that she’s stood up against, the dangers of politics, of endurance, of love with someone as powerful and dangerous and idiotic as luke’s father had been, regardless of how she saw him. he can’t imagine the whirlwind of struggle she must be feeling in regards to the man who caused so much suffering, how to reconcile that with the same person she knows, but it’s the moment she says that one day their lives will be easier, that truly breaks his heart. he feels himself frown, feels the blue in him deepen like an ocean, extending outwards from him in all directions across this city-planet, because she’s wrong. maybe someday, her life will ease out, will straighten with contentment, but he already knows his never will, not just from the torrent of people who filter into his day-to-day in the resistance, people who know him, who recognize him, who tell him about all these incredible feats he has yet to accomplish, but also from his own wanderlusting soul. he’s always felt stirred, always motivated to move on to the next mission, the next adventure, the next trap; luke skywalker, always staring off to the horizon, making wishes on stars and twin suns that hover just out of reach. nothing will ever be easier for him. when she tells him that she’s not sure she can trust anakin either, though, that’s when he finally allows himself to move, to lift his hand up to her cheek for just a moment before descending on her in a hug, both arms wrapping around her small form as though he could protect her from these uncertainties. “i want you to know... any good traits i find in myself, i attribute to you.” he chuckles a little. “including the stubborn ones.” he pulls away from her just enough to bump his forehead against hers. “and i don’t want you to worry about if i trust you. i do.”

[lkskywalker]

inspiringgreatness​:

smiling at the confirmation, ahsoka nods. “thank you.” she says simply. while she remembers luke’s words, the admiration he holds for her, she.. doesn’t necessarily want him to see her that way. it’s not something she deserves, and she would rather be able to help him as an equal. especially being anakin and padme’s son - a thought that’s still such a shock to her, even after processing everything she’s learned. but she would rather be… family to him, than some far off image to admire.

somehow, she can imagine anakin telling a similar kind of story. he was an incredible jedi, strong and wise and so in-tune with the force, but the pilot in him could never really be hidden. it was clear he loved to pilot, loved to fly or zoom around in speeders, it’s where his heart lay a lot of the time. it’s where ahsoka learned to pilot so well, thanks to his passion. she can… see that, here. “i can see that. there’s nothing wrong with enjoying challenges, luke. it sounds like you take them in your stride.” she says with a soft laugh, feeling a little nostalgic. he has so much of his parents in him despite having never been raised by either of them, it’s hard not to feel that way.

once they’re settled comfortably into the diner, ahsoka has.. a little more of an idea of what she wants to say, how she’d like this to go. if anything, she’s glad her previous reaction hadn’t put luke off completely. whatever happens with padme and anakin, ahsoka wants to be a part of the boy’s life this time. “you weren’t at fault at all, luke. it’s hard to know where everyone has come from in time. i’m glad you told me.” it hadn’t been easy to hear, that anakin had fallen to the dark side and become something… so unthinkable, but ahsoka’s grateful to know. grateful to be a position where, maybe now, she can do something about it. “i.. did. and thank you, for giving me the time to find that. it was.. a lot to take in at the time.” letting out a soft sigh, ahsoka reaches out to squeeze luke’s hand gently. “from what i learned, you only ever knew your father as.. vader. i hoped i could tell you a bit more about anakin. about - the anakin i remember.” ahsoka hasn’t spoken about him in such a long time, it won’t be easy. but.. this is his son. she can’t imagine a better person to tell. “and besides, i’m sure you have questions?”

when ahsoka grabs his hand, he squeezes back, feeling a bond strengthen between them, a tether in the force that he doesn’t try to weigh on or pick at, just accepting it for what it is. she knew his parents in ways he’s only just beginning to understand; she threads into the skywalker family in her own ways, her life woven into the tapestry of their achievements and follies, their lineage and curse, and he respects that. like ben kenobi, some people are tied to this tragedy they had no control or say in.

but he can’t help himself either-- when she calls vader ‘anakin’, he pulls away slightly, rending his gaze from her face to peer out the large window, the mix of emotions and shame churning in his stomach like acid. he’s not sure he knows how to react to the mythos of his father in that particularly humanized way, despite everything he’d done for the older man before his death. he knew vader could be saved, he knew there was good still lurking beneath the black metal features and composite, he knew there was a way to bring that out of him, even if it meant dying in front of him at the emperor’s feet. but that doesn’t diminish the horror of finding out the fallacy of the anakin skywalker luke had been raised to believe was a navigator on a spice freighter. and then to believe that he was a jedi, murdered by ben’s other padawan. there’s betrayal there already that luke isn’t sure he’s entirely healed from. especially not after watching vader burn on a pyre in the forests of endor.

but there’s another angle to this that he doesn’t think he could ever bring up to anyone else, so if this is his opportunity to voice it, maybe he ought to. he folds his fingers together on the table, pressing his tongue against the backs of his teeth, trying to think of what he could ask her, how he could phrase it without coming off... bitter. “all my life i’ve heard about the empire, the way they hurt people, the way they suffocated democracy. i’d never even known about darth vader until after he was already hunting me, and then he was the one to tell me that he was my father, but it was only to get me to join his side, not because of any... familial reasons. i have my own suspicions about it, but...” finally, he forces himself to look back at ahsoka, blue eyes shining and watchful. “did you know about my mother? do you know if he... actually cared about her?”

[lkskywalker]

mvrvjvdes​:

mara was after skywalker. he was one of the most well known names in the galaxy, so having his blood on her hands may bring unwanted attention to hers as well. the hatred of the man was planted within her by the hand of the emperor - - mara dead set on honoring his last command and completing the assassination as quickly as she could. she was physically able and seemingly willing. she didn’t know the man, but that made it easier to off him as well if she had nothing tying her to thoughts of the value of his life. an easy mission. 

and tonight would be the night. blaster warmed and ready, mara took confident strides through the city and its levels in the search of her target. those blue eyes and dirty blond hair were a give away, but mara could recognize him anywhere. it was an instinct that she had - - something binding her to his being and his name. an odd sensation, but she assumed it was the enrapturing determination she had to finally hold his life in her hands. but then an unfamiliar voice echoed past her, shortly followed by the distinct sound a blade being drawn. turning with her own weapon already in hand she came face to face with another man who was rushing towards her. 

she shot at him - - the man blocking the beam with the blade and taking a violent swing once he was close enough. bright red seeped through her sleeve, but she continued her shots that didn’t hinder him too much. this definitely wasn’t part of her plan, and mara knew that the unexpected attack was the reason why she was so taken aback. he kept coming at her, the blade hitting her before he had her on the floor with the blaster knocked from her hands. 

and then an overwhelming sense rushed over her which was shortly followed by-… no, it couldn’t have been. her head fell back on the cold ground as the sounds of a saber crashed against her assailants blade cracked through the air. it wasn’t long until the other was running off and this blond was leaning over her - - seeing if she was okay. chest heaved in need of catching her own breath as she looked up at the other. and after a second, mara managed to sit up with a small grunt. ❝ ‘m fine. ❞ it was him. she knew that face. and she should’ve shot him right then, but her weapon was nowhere to be found and mara wasn’t in a state to fight back if he put up a fight. 

luke hitches his weapon to his belt and shifts his weight closer to the other, both hands outstretched towards her to help her up, to see the wound better. with the amount of blood seeping out of her, coloring the cement ground darkly, mixing with the dirt and grime of the alleyway, luke is somewhat surprised and impressed she’s able to sit up and hold her own without doing any of the normal-person reactions one would expect to getting gutted, such as: gasping or crying or mentioning the pain at all. he guesses from the way her brow is stiffened into a frown, that she’s not a pedestrian and he shouldn’t treat her as such.

he figures his best option is to level with her. "i’m not going to ask who that was or what that was all about, since we don’t have time and we don’t really know each other, but that cut looks pretty bad and you need to have that fixed quickly.” he doesn’t have much medical training, never gifted with the time or inclination to study anatomy or physical health, but he doesn’t need extensive knowledge to know that with a gash like that, she runs the risk of infection every second she’s here. “let me help you get to a medcenter, okay? do you think you can stand up?” he gently puts a hand on her arm, letting her know it’s okay to lean on him if she needs to.

[lkskywalker]

lastpxdawan​:

kanan let out a chuckle at his comment, smiling some. he was glad that he didn’t take the force too seriously, from appearances. that could… get one in trouble. to put too much trust in it or… power. it could corrupt. “you should be, many wish they had that, luck,” he joked some, letting out a breath at his comment. it… worried him. what had happened to the rest of them. he couldn’t fix that now. a tight smile pulled at his lips, “good things, i hope. we caused our share of problems for them.” 

luke scratches the back of his head, tugging lightly at his hair, noting the new tightness in the other’s demeanor and wishing, for the thousandth time since coming here to this timeline, to coruscant, that he understood the tentative minefields that exist here. “mostly good things, yeah. what’s a rebellion without a few rebels, right? isn’t that the whole point?” but then he tilts his head at the other, a careful look in his eyes. “are the rest of your squad here with you?” he hopes he’s being clear enough-- in this timeline.

[coleroz]

I realized I’d never seen Luke holding Baby Yoda and couldn’t rest until I had amended this travesty.

[lkskywalker]

@thevsset

[lkskywalker]

believedgood​:

there were a few greenhouses in coruscant –– perhaps created in mind for transplants like herself. there was no other galaxy in the planet that quite looked like this one, nothing really came close to it in terms of how the city covered it entirely. padmé had been thrilled the first time that she had found one in coruscant, still a young senator, barely eighteen and bursting with ideas. she’d been satisfied to serve as queen, but unable to turn down the offer of becoming a senator when her service was requested. not only could she help her people home on naboo, but so many more. but that had been so many years ago… still, she hoped that it was still here. surely it hadn’t been destroyed.

“i lived in official residences for… most of my life. all of my adult life, really. i went home sometimes but when the clone wars started, it was harder and harder to justify being away from the senate when so many important matters were being discussed.” padmé can’t regret the decision that she had made to put the republic that she served first. there had been decisions that she had made for herself, her marriage, her pregnancy – she could not bring herself to regret those, either, not when she was standing here arm-in-arm with the son that she’d never gotten to know. “i spent a few days on tatooine when i was younger. dry is a polite way of putting it. but it opened my eyes to a lot of things, things i’d been too young and naive to know.”

he wants to smile at the idea of young padme amidala, serving as a senator in the republic, fighting for her homeworld and the worlds of so many others, a politician who cared so much for the rights of others, she couldn’t bring herself to take time away for personal reasons. he wants to smile, because it reminds him of leia so much; it’s fascinating how similar they are to each other, how connected in temperament and tone and intensity. he wants to smile, but really, it mostly breaks his heart. “you were dedicated to your work-- that’s admirable. my sister is a lot like that, i think. have you...” he peeks sideways at her a bit, trying for an easy tone. “have you talked to her yet? not that there’s any rush, i understand this must be difficult for you.”

but that’s not really the direction he wants to take the conversation with the woman who birthed him, there are so many other interesting, less-painful topics. “i remember learning about the clone wars, how the empire grew up out from them. i understand they were pretty chaotic.” it had all seemed so far removed from luke’s life on tatooine, in the barren wastes of his hometown, when uncle owen had explained about it. “you’re right,” he chuckles a little. “brittle and parching are probably better terms for tatooine. i spent most of my youth wishing to be elsewhere, but at least i know everything there is to know about water now, so i can thank my aunt and uncle for that.” he laughs but then examines her a little closer. “a lot of things? what sort of things?”

[lkskywalker]

spvcewvlkers​:

       han paused, a bit stumped at luke’s words. he always assumed that they we leia’s. they had her eyes he thought, but… it was possible that they weren’t. han was pretty good with the ladies in his time, even some men, but none of them measured up to leia. he was sure that she was the one, but maybe something happened? maybe they weren’t meant to be together. han didn’t know, and there wasn’t really a way of knowing since they haven’t lived in that space yet. but it worried him. it even made him feel guilty in a sense. and while he was sure that he’d love whoever he was meant to end up with, it really would be a shame if it was not leia. and the thought of luke actually being his brother was a nice one. 

       but he shook those thoughts away and focused on their new topic that han hoped to instate. “fans? you’ve got fans?” he chuckled. of course luke had fans, the kid had a good head on his shoulders. han just liked to pull his leg though. “i’ll introduce you, i just gotta figure out if they’re… y’know.” leia’s. clearing his throat, han stretched out a bit and took a breath. “anyway, what about you? met any non-fans? any girls at bars? you’re not much of a cantina person though, are you?” he questioned, already knowing the answer but deciding to poke fun at him anyway. 

now that he’s brought it up about the possibility of leia not being the mother of han’s children, luke feels terribly guilty about it, sure that if word gets back to leia of luke even suggesting such a thing, she’d have his head. he reaches out and puts a hand on han’s shoulder good-naturedly. “hey, i’m sure whatever is meant to be will be. you know leia is crazy about you, much as i was slow to admit in the beginning.” true enough, in the beginning, everyone and their blasters were hesitant to admit to leia having any sort of feelings at all for han, except han himself, but luke supposes that’s just part of his charm.

he scoffs at the other’s teasing, rolling his eyes before rubbing one of them. “yeah, actually, it’s pretty surprising to me also. and very awkward.” he takes another bite of his food. “i never know what to say to people who know my future before i do, except that i’ll do my best to live up to their expectations of me. but gosh, there are a lot of expectations.” but then he laughs and wants to cave in on himself a little bit, the image of eisley’s face swimming up behind his eyes as though han had conjured her up. he’s not entirely sure he’s ready to talk about her yet though. “the last person i picked up at a cantina was you, han,” he chuckles. “i feel like i didn’t pretty okay with that.”

[lkskywalker]

thevsset​:

yoda? why was he hearing that name so often? he was not yoda, but what a nice name. a small fist curled around the hem of the human’s trousers, and the child kept his eyes up at the blond man until he was soon crouching down to somewhat meet his own height. ears perked up and eyes lit a bit more in delight now that he could see the human and the smile on his face. yes, he was good. the child could feel it. he let go of the man’s pants and took a few small steps to get closer - - small green fingers wrapping around luke’s pointer finger and staring at his hand for a second before looking back up to him. it was clear he was on his own out there. 

luke remains still and careful with the creature as it comes a little closer to him, reaching out and touching his hand, examining it, blinking adorably. luke tries to think of something to say, something to give the little guy, who obviously seems to be a bit lost. “i’m luke,” he decides to just start out with-- an easy, generalized beginning. he touches the hand and arm of the critter gently, feeling its energy as a soft, yet powerful force, something almost subtle, yeah weighty, like gravity itself. “are you hungry?” he glances around them, noticing no others in direct connection to this one. “where have you come from? i feel as though i may owe you some sort of debt, given my relationship to another who looks very much like you.” he chuckles a bit.