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i archived this blog a few days ago and then unarchived it today but then i change my mind and im archiving it once more LOL. im moving sym to a new blog with the same url

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im still like a whole episode behind but live action coruscant in 2022 got me feeling some type of way like can we get that but with naboo

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i cant watch andor until tomorrow but im hoping it’ll bring my muse back. it may or may not, who knows. but if in the off chance that you miss me and my writing you can find me over at my oc here if you’d like

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SIMULAMORTEM

Her fingers were always so gentle. Her touch was a COMFORT that further threatened to put him to sleep; Revenant had already resigned to the idea he wasn’t going to last. He wasn’t sure if he was partly asleep or if he was just concentrated on the heat he was producing when the queen spoke again and it took him a moment to process what she’d said.

“Mmhm.” The simulacrum shifted to inch closer, CAREFULLY so as not to jostle Arsinoé or the bed too much. The heat emanating from his chest would be all the more obvious lying closer, like the heat off a small furnace.

       his instant warmth tempts a shaky sigh from the queen and she could not help but close what little distance revenant left between them to press herself against him. she breathes out in utter RELIEF against his scarf.

       this was her HEAVEN. his arms were a sinner’s paradise. after the HELL she had just experienced, nothing would be able to convince the queen that a better place than his space existed. if she had any choice on the matter, she would live out the rest of her limited lifetime here in bed with him. the metal of his body perfectly warmed the blanket and cushion beneath, she only regretted not wearing a sweater to bed so that she could be completely encapsulated in his heat.

       ‘ ...i love you, revenant, ’ she says softly, almost BROKEN, like her admission came from a place of guilt. they were both exhausted and she wasn’t sure whether or not revenant had heard her moment of vulnerability. it was just something she needed to say aloud, much like she does when she talks to the moon.

       a lazy hand reached around his neck, gently scratching the back of his skull.

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“Hm.” He didn’t sound convinced. The phone he’d been given was the only way for anybody to reach him, short of strolling right into the Kings Canyon underground where he was most likely to be found.

The comfort of the bed in combination with the queen’s voice was dangerously close to putting him to SLEEP. One of his hands crept closer, carefully seeking Arsinoé’s fingers beneath the blankets. “Half the galaxy was in a tizzy over it,” Revenant responded. “And I was paying attention.” BIG NEWS from the Core regularly reached the Outlands, but few people there paid it much mind. Revenant paid it much more mind than he used to, now that he was more… personally invested.

       ‘ hmm, ’ she makes a small thoughtful hum, falling silent after that. much like she always did these past few nights, her mind thinks back to what could have happened if no one came for her; of what would have become of her. she thought of the most horrific outcomes so frequently that it almost became an OBSESSION of hers.

       his fingers still the very graphic images that constantly replayed in her mind, her finger twitching slightly in surprise before she comfortably slips her fingers in between his. his hand felt... WARMER than they normally did, sending another shiver through her. she wanted MORE of it.

       ‘ ...can you come closer? ’ she asks softly. she was far too comfortable to move and she knew any more movement would only irritate the tenderness of her side.

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SIMULAMORTEM

Revenant lay on his side, staring back - though his gaze looked a bit distant, concentrated on simulating a STRAIN on his processors. It wasn’t long at all before his chest began to heat. His optics flickered again, focusing a little more on Arsinoé when she spoke.

He half-expected to be scolded. Even if he hadn’t been hostile or violent, he knew that he had inevitably FRIGHTENED the handmaidens a little, beyond what had become his normal, playful fashion of spooking them from time to time. He studied the queen as she went on. “How would they?” He had the PHONE Arsinoé had given him - but he assumed only she had access to reaching him by it.

       a brief movement from beneath the blanket implies that the queen shrugged. ‘ you’d be surprised by how resourceful they can be. they’ve found and tracked down LOTS of people, ’ she says, momentarily resting her eyes. oblivious to the work revenant’s body was putting in, she hums softly at how warm and comfortable her bed felt in that moment. it was almost comfortable enough to lull her to sleep.

       ‘ i just meant that i didn’t expect you to show up, ’ she had expected kaisa or gregar to step through the door, or even a jedi with their clone army. ‘ i didn’t think the news would reach you. not in time, anyway. ’

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SIMULAMORTEM

He studied her at her answer as if to gauge that she was being honest. Mostly he had been uncertain due to the STATE of her - maybe she would get better sleep alone, or maybe she wasn’t in the mood for company while she was feverish. Revenant didn’t want to get in the way of the queen’s recovery, or of her getting a proper night’s rest.

But, given the all clear, he stood to move under the blankets in the space she had made for him. “Just tired.” A half truth. He lay CLOSE but left just enough space for Arsinoé to decide exactly how close she wanted to be; the sim knew that his metal frame wasn’t very comfortable, and priority would be the comfort of the queen’s injury.

IMMEDIATELY he desperately wanted to sleep. Even with his more regular use of Arsinoé’s bed, it felt as he forgot just how comfortable a bed was until he was allowed it again. But he fought to stay conscious a little longer - rousing his processors, pushing them to begin to produce HEAT. The glow of his gaze flickered briefly with the effort. If he could keep it up for just a little while, it would be easy for him to heat the bed under the insulation of the blankets and hopefully alleviate some of the queen’s chill.

        she felt RELIEVED the moment he moved in and slid beneath the blankets. with a wince and a harsh intake of breath, symphony shifted to lay on her side, exhaling in relief once she was comfortable enough to stay still. she was thankful that she found a position that she could comfortably look at revenant without putting unneeded pressure on her injury.

       she doesn’t move closer, however. instead she brings up the blanket up to her shoulders with a brief shiver, almost like she was prepared to sleep herself. only she appeared WIDE AWAKE despite how exhausted she looked, eyes looking directly at revenant’s before they wander slightly, much like she does when she’s THINKING.

       ‘ kaisa told me about how you reached out to them. about what happened, ’ her voice was much softer now as she spoke, almost as if their new positions beneath the covers compelled her to speak in whispers. ‘ i... had thought that they were the ones to reach out to you. ’ she wasn’t sure what the point was for bringing this up. maybe just to express how SURPRISED she was to see him there on the ship.

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He observed the discoloration, the scarring; the color looked a little WORSE than he had expected, but the queen had mentioned an infection. All things considered, it didn’t look too bad now, though, compared to what it probably had been.

His gaze lifted from the wound to meet Arsinoé’s. “I like scars,” the simulacrum answered. He glanced for the door, then over his shoulder, down at the queen and her bed. “Want me to stay the night?” Asked with just enough of an uncharacteristic tenderness to imply that he may have been asking for PERMISSION.

Revenant didn’t normally ask anybody’s permission for almost anything. But nothing was normal between him and Arsinoé - for either of them, probably.

       she seems confused by his question, looking back up at him with a hint of surprise. she had assumed that he would be staying anyway as he seems to INVITE HIMSELF inside her home every chance that he could with no objection from the queen. she had sent her handmaidens away for the night for that very reason. it was more than just their tradition or little ritual of theirs. it was just them.

       she swallows down the urge to tease him, wanting so badly to joke about the possibility of getting him SICK. but something in his tone keeps her from poking fun at him. he almost seemed skittish or careful around her, too careful.

       ‘ of course, ’ she says. ‘ always. ’ she smooths the bandage back into place before fixing her dress, then sits up and moves to create even MORE space for him in case he wanted to lie down with her. maybe he was just tired and needed a place to rest his head. no doubt her bed wasn’t available to him throughout the duration of her disappearance.

       ‘ ...is there something on your mind? ’

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It had been a little more than a SCRATCH.

But it made his circuits burn with hatred to think about, so Revenant tried not to dwell on that for right now. He didn’t want his mood to sour any further while he was with Arsinoé. He was both worn out and RESTLESS to hunt the remaining offenders; he still hadn’t been able to sleep.

He still felt troubled over the queen’s initial response to him on the ship as well, but he wasn’t sure how to broach that subject. Or if he wanted to.

His gaze flicked down toward where she indicated her injury. “Yeah.” Since she was OFFERING. “Are you warm? Cold?” He knew a fever could go either way, sometimes alternating between the two extremes.

       ‘ i’ve been dealing with a really bad chill, ’ she explains with a soft shrug. ‘ the doctor prescribed me some medicine so don’t worry yourself. ’ 

       at his agreement, symphony shifted slightly so she could slip the dress over her hips to expose her injured abdomen. like her face, there were notable discolorations that were in the process of HEALING. and at her waist was a large bandage hiding the scar beneath. the queen peeled it’s edges to expose what once was a bleeding wound, now an ugly, PURPLE scar that glistened slightly with bacta gel. 

       the scar itself looked about seven inches long and began at an angle that indicated that whoever had done this had done so while symphony was directly facing her attacker.

       ‘ i think this one’s going to be a keeper, ’ she says slowly, almost under her breath, like she was UNHAPPY just looking at it.

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He looked away in the direction of the door, the living room filled with fresh flowers. He hadn’t thought about it. OUT OF PRACTICE at this kind of thing.

Looking back down for where the queen patted the bed, Revenant hesitated a beat but then sat carefully. The sim’s hands were kept to himself in his lap. “How was treatment?” He studied Arsinoé’s face for any remaining signs of the bruising from before. He wanted to see what was left of her wound as well but didn’t want to ask or pester her while she was COMFORTABLE.

       the queen shrugs, resting back more comfortably against her propped up pillows. ‘ i think i’ll live, ’ she teases softly before continuing a bit seriously. ‘ doctors say i was lucky to have gotten out when i did. they said another day and the bacta treatment would have been pointless. ’ her bruises definitely looked a lot better aside from a dark yellowish discoloration adorning her eye and cheek. as for the scratch against her waist——

       ‘ the scratch was infected as i had predicted, ’ she says as she runs her hand over the effected area over the dress. while the bacta had done it’s job to close and heal what it could, it was still bandaged as a precaution. ‘ i think whatever they stabbed me with probably hadn’t been CLEANED in some time. what’s really killing me right now is the FEVER. ’ her immune system was terrible to begin with and the infection was what really COMPLICATED all of this for her and the doctors. but aside from appearing exhausted, symphony seemed in high spirits.

       ‘ do you want to see? ’ she asks as she traces the outline of the scar over her dress.

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“Y’know the ‘bones’ in some corsets are real,” Revenant argued, undeterred. “You can eat that if you have to. Your Majesty here is just EMBARRASSED,” his gaze flicked for the queen with that amused gleam again. But said Majesty insisted the FUN was over as the handmaidens were ushered away to bed.

Of course they all couldn’t flee the room fast enough. “DROP THE ‘MR.’,” he called after Amaya. Wasn’t the first time he had told her as much, either.

He gazed after the door, listening for the handmaidens’ exits, before looking to Arsinoé, studying her with a soft sigh. After a beat, he approached the nightstand, glancing down for the pitcher of water there to check that it was still COLD before taking it to wordlessly refill the queen’s cup.

       symphony was just as quiet as she watched him finally move closer, curious as to what he would say or do. she gladly reaches for the refilled glass, sitting up more comfortably to drink.

       ‘ you’re the only visitor that hasn’t brought me flowers, ’ she points out just as she brought the rim of the glass to her lips, pausing to drink. revenant surely would have noticed the bouquets and balloons that sat in the living area, all with letters signed by friends, family and world leaders wishing the queen a swift recovery. 

       she sets the glass back down on the nightstand before adjusting herself slightly, making sure there was just enough space next to her for revenant to sit if he wanted to. her gentle patting of the soft cushion suggested that’s what she WANTED for him to do.

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SIMULAMORTEM

Fortunately for the queen and her AUDIENCE, Revenant appeared to have gotten himself clean one way or another since his departure from the ship. His scarf had a few darker stains - perhaps the only tell that he hadn’t switched to a new body altogether - but they were faint, only visible upon closer inspection.

He stared for Arsinoé at first with an amused GLEAM in his gaze before looking to Amaya, then the queen, then Amaya again. Really looking like he was prepared to announce the truth. Only - “She had to eat some of it to survive,” he finally answered with a devious flash of his optics, again looking over the rest of the handmaidens just to REVEL in their responses.

       the others were pretending to be engrossed with other matters while actively listening into their conversation, but they all turned quizzically at his answer before turning to symphony as if to gauge her response. none of them seemed to buy it, especially amaya who seemed more ANNOYED than disappointed by his answer. ‘ you’re such a liar, ’ she quite boldly accuses.

       ‘ ladies, it’s getting a bit late and i’m quite tired, as i’m sure you all are as well, ’ symphony intervenes, quickly getting bored of their strange exchange. ‘ why don’t we all just rest for the evening? ’ her suggestion seemed to quickly EXCITE them, needing no more prompting from their queen to drop what they were doing and begin to file out of the bedroom, if only to get as far away from revenant as possible. amaya, slightly disgruntled at her lack of a real answer, stood up and followed close behind them.

       ‘ your highness, ’ she was the last to curtsy politely before waving goodbye to revenant. ‘ have a good evening, mr. revenant. ’ before shutting the doors behind her. it had originally been agreed that at least two of them would be staying with the queen just until she fully recovered from her injuries, but with revenant here, that no longer seemed necessary.

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Pilot had gotten most of the credit, and all of the ATTENTION. It had been arranged that way prior even if the credits were all she had really been interested in. Now she had the credits and a MEDAL and the gratitude of a whole planet. It meant she could probably afford to up her rate at least.

Revenant, meanwhile, VANISHED for a couple of days, his involvement known only as the pilot’s anonymous client. Only when things had quieted just a touch and he felt sure the bulk of the queen’s bacta treatment had finished did he move in to check on her, and when he found the lights on in her room and heard VOICES, he hesitated - silently stepping into the suite, but seating himself out of view of the bedroom to listen.

As Arsinoé’s tale finished, the simulacrum rose, pacing NONCHALANTLY into the bedroom and past some of the handmaidens, his every footstep still as absolutely silent as if he weren’t there at all. “You tell ‘em about the corset bit? I think that’s the best part…” Yellow optics roaming over each handmaiden rather like a WOLF surveying a herd of sheep.

       a collection of startled GASPS arose from the queen’s audience, many of them rising to their feet after making themselves comfortable at the foot of the bed or the floor. while they, much to their dismay, have already been made accustomed to his sudden appearances, it didn’t make it any less jarring for them each time.

       except the youngest of course, who remained seated closest to her queen, looking between her and revenant with confusion. ‘ corset? ’ amaya looked to symphony expectantly, who takes a moment to shoot a dirty look at revenant for putting her in such a situation. she didn’t some keen on responding, one reason being that amaya was far TOO YOUNG to be hearing about such gruesome details. not that the little handmaiden had not experienced similar perils in her life and career, she would not be a handmaiden to the queen were she not suited to difficult subject matters, but symphony still tried her best to SHIELD her from such things.

       the other reason being, well, as she PREDICTED, she didn’t find it very amusing anymore.

       ‘ it’s nothing, he’s just trying to unsettle you, ’ symphony attempts to shrug off the question, only for amaya to narrow her eyes in suspicion and turn to look back at revenant. ‘ what’s this about a corset? ’ she asks. the two women look up at him, one with wonderous curiosity and the other with a WARNING glare.

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       symphony would confidently categorize the aftermath of her kidnapping to be equally as TRAUMATIC as the kidnapping itself. she felt as though she was being bombarded by the media, colleagues from around the galaxy, and her own staff, desperately trying understand what had happened. and of course, how she had been RESCUED.

       she would be expected to give a speech soon, but thankfully the royal house’s press secretary had been working around the clock with press conferences, reminding the public that she was SAFE.

       they had been given lies and half truths about what had happened aboard the pirate ship, but not enough to satisfy anyone, let alone the press. at the very least being confined to her bed for the next several days meant that she would have enough time to form a more coherent story. her handmaidens, however, were eager to hear the TRUTH, huddling around her bed like teenage girls would in a sleepover. they had very dutifully helped feed and bathe their queen after she had returned from the palace’s infirmary, and all they asked in return was the story. so that was what they had spent the last hour or so discussing.

       ‘ were you scared? ’ amaya asks, eyes as wide as naboo’s dual moons.

       ‘ of course i was, ’ symphony responds, all the while looking down at her arms, remembering how dark and FIERY they were in color. ‘ at first at least. but then soon after... it felt like i could FLY if i really wanted to. ’

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He knew that laugh - knew that it was the type of amusement the queen could experience now and look back on in horror later. Or maybe she wouldn’t even remember that she had laughed later.

The simulacrum SHIVERED just slightly at the warmth of Arsinoé’s arm, perhaps because it had taken him off guard or perhaps because he hadn’t had it in so long. He gazed down at how her hand PAUSED in the midst of reaching for his. His hands were dark with partly-dried blood, partly because some of it still glistened in the dim lighting of the ship.

Probably, the queen didn’t like seeing him like this.

Revenant was on the verge of standing up when he noticed Arsinoé producing wipes from the first-aid kit. He sat still then, watching her begin to wipe his palm. GENTLY. Far too gently when the blood on his hands was somebody else’s. He felt so tired and the queen’s tenderness was only exacerbating his exhaustion, almost lulling him to sleep sitting up as he was. He only heard HALF of what she said, maybe, too focused on the soothing sensation of her gentle fingers smoothing the cool cloth over his hand. His other was offered over at her prompting.

       oblivious to his exhaustion, arsinoé quietly cleaned both hands to the best of her abilities. she touched each to make sure they no longer felt sticky to the touch before looking up at his face, which looked EQUALLY as bloody as his hands did previously.

       she spares a wary glance towards the cockpit, making sure the pilot wasn’t looking in their direction before grabbing a fresh wipe. she turns back to revenant before reaching up to wipe at his lips and jaws where she noticed the most blood. she could ALMOST see the same face she was all too used to by now, but the blood that dyed his scarf a much darker color, and how it decorated his chest and shoulders... there was only so much she could clean, but she cleaned what was the most important to her. 

       ‘ there, ’ she says as his lips shined a bright white and red, as if he had received a fresh coat of paint. she tosses the filthy wipes aside before cradling one side of his jaw, angling him down closer to her before she leans in to press her lips against her own. 

       it was difficult to pull away, but she decides not to linger for too long just in case they were caught. but she’s comfortable enough to reach back around to hold his hand, her own exhaustion had begun to catch up to her.

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At first, he mistook the sudden changes in her posture, her face, for FEAR - the way her eyes had widened and her back had straightened when he’d first found her on the ship. How she had scrambled back from him still– troubled him.

But seeing the color blossom in the queen’s face was a comfort. More than a comfort. He NOTED her response then, how she tried hide her blush and fight her smile. But as Arsinoé finally continued about killing her captors, Revenant’s optics flashed again. ‘Creative,’ he answered. ‘I like that.’ He was an expert at making anything in his hands into a weapon, and he could APPRECIATE that kind of improvisation in others.

Besides that, strangulation was a hugely physical, intimate kill. Not everyone had the stomach for it; he wouldn’t have expected Arsinoé to. He liked the thought that when it came down to it, she would do whatever she had to in order to LIVE. It was a spirit that Revenant didn’t usually anticipate from political types.

       his response earns him a genuine GIGGLE from the queen, delighting in his praise. in any other day, none of this would have been funny to her. and she knew once she was back home alone in the darkness of her room, the humor of her situation would quickly wear off. maybe it was the last remaining adrenaline and SHOCK that coursed through her that wasn’t making her think straight. 

       ‘ yeah... ’ she sighs almost happily but tiredly. she was close enough now that she slips her arm around his, reaching to slip her fingers throughs his. she stops before she was able to do so, staring down at his stained hands. arsinoé looks over at where they had left the first aid kit, reaching in with her other hand in search for more sterile wipes to clean the blood from his hands.

       ‘ thank you for getting me out of there, ’ she says as she gently wipes at his palm first, unintentionally very quietly. ‘ i don’t know what they would have done if i stayed there a minute longer. ’ naboo and the republic don’t like to negotiate with criminals, and the pirates were already getting tired and antsy around her presence. she could only imagine.

       he wouldn’t be able to respond to her thanks, at least not with both hands, but she didn’t expect him to anyway. just quietly cleaned his palm and fingers before wordlessly asking for his other hand.