her worship.

someone has to save our skins. into the garbage chute, flyboy! private leia organa rp blog.

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saberbled:

vader versus anakin— where does one begin and the other end ? the two live in unison, a war for dominance leaving him in constant grief because they are the same. vader was never a demon who took over his body, rendering him incapable of stopping the actions of a monster clad in wrongdoings. he was never an alternate personality that won over anakin for decades. while it’s true that the sith attempted to strangle the jedi still quietly nestled within his mind, they were never two separate entities. vader is anakin, and anakin is vader. leia is right by addressing him by his previous name, even if he wants so desperately to say that he’s no longer anything like darth vader, but he knows better than to go against her words. ( they are both empty homes for anger, and while leia is everything anakin could never be, they are still very much alike, in a twisted, terrible way.) “ i’m not going to hurt you, ” he replies, voice treading shaky territories.  where does he begin ? how many times has he hurt her, over and over, even when he was a mere ghost of ash ? her son looks up to vader. to him. anakin doomed her to a life of horror since her birth, and yet, he loves her. adores her, even. it’s a complicated situation, to say the least, because while she spits words at him as though she wishes to never see him again ( rightfully so ) all he can think of is how much she looks like his mother. “ i won’t hurt you anymore, leia. ”

seeing him again, even as––as anakin (the name feels like ash in her throat. that’s not who he is, that’s never who he’ll be to her, not after everything he’s done to her and everything he will do), triggers all the memories from her imprisonment on the death that leia had tried so hard to repress. she swears she feels phantom needles at the base of her neck and spine, and hears the heavy breathing that vader is known for, and she can’t help but flinch away from him, shivering. “get away from me,” she repeats, her normally strong voice wavering. vader has plagued her thoughts and mind for years after his death, and she will never forgive him for the time and peace of mind that he had stolen from her. he says he won’t hurt her anymore, but that will never make up for the hurt in the past. the nightmares, the memories, the scars, the emotional instability, the identity crisis and fear she had felt when she’d learned of her true parentage––all of those could be attributed to him. “i don’t care about your––your fake promises,” she snarls. this anger that’s surging up inside of her, she knows, reflects the anger in him, makes her more like vader. it’s the reason she’s never let luke train her in the force, because she knows there’s a good chance her emotions will get the best of her. “i’m not my brother. i don’t forgive monsters like you.” it’s one of the things that she dislikes about luke, one of the things she can’t bear to hear him talk about. in her mind, vader can never be redeemed. 

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valianted:

     classic leia, he thinks to himself with an amused grin, head tilted to one side as he quickly examines her from head to toe to ensure she hadn’t gotten herself any other injuries. once satisfied, he crosses his arms against his chest, eyes narrowing in worry just the slightest. he adored that about his sister, how she always seemingly put luke’s health before hers and vice versa could be said for luke ; for nothing was more important than the little family he had left. he shakes his head, humoring her concerns. ❛  i’m fine, leia. don’t worry about me, just focus on getting better.  ❜  and he wishes he could take her pain upon himself, deal with the fate of the sickness instead, for she deserved so much more than the ill fated circumstances the galaxy seemed to throw at her.  ❛  i miss you, ❜  he says after a moment of silence, a vulnerability within his statement as he frowns for a moment, before shrugging away some of the seriousness. ❛  i mean, i have no one else to bug, it sucks.  ❜  a ploy to brush away some of the tension of the situation, and yet luke means it  —  it seems as if he’s had no time to catch up with her since his revival, or even since his exile upon ahch-to, and he knows he has so much to make up to her, to be asked to be forgiven for and yet is unsure where or how to even start.

luke hasn’t changed at all, even considering that the last time leia had seen him, he had been old and haunted. it’s nice to see him like this again, young and seemingly unburdened, but she knows that he still carries the weight of the entire galaxy on his shoulders, no matter how many times she tries to convince him otherwise––especially in regards to ben. it is only in her weaker moments where she blames luke for his corruption, but she knows that it is due only to her failed attempt at motherhood and ben’s own volition. “it’s my responsibility as the older twin to worry,” she teases, wishing that she could reach out and pull him into a hug. it would comfort the both of them, she believes, especially since she feels as if a strong breeze might knock her over, mentally and physically. she’s had time to come to terms with han’s death, but it doesn’t make it any easier. now that her son is dead as well (and, leia hopes privately and shamefully, dead for good), it feels, sometimes, that it’s her against the world, without anyone she can confide in. luke, however, has always been there for her, even when she had tried to push him away. for that, she is eternally grateful, and hopes to provide the same source of strength for him. “i’m pretty sure it’s illegal to bug a sick person,” she shoots back, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “though have you ever had any regard for the law, mister all powerful jedi?”

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“ i’m not in a very rational mood. ” -rey!

“that doesn’t matter. i need to know if i can count on you, rey,” leia told her firmly. if something went wrong, if rey did something irrational, then good people would die today. “so can i count on you or not?”

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“ i love you. i’m sorry. ” (from brother dearest)

“what happened with––with ben was not your fault,” leia reminded him. while she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t sometimes blame luke for her son’s fall in moments of weakness, she knew that he had nothing to do with it. in reality, half of the blame had to be put on her and han. “listen to me, luke. i do not blame you.”

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“ i need you more than you need me. ” rose to leia

“that’s not true, and you know it, rose,” leia chastized gently. while rose was a solider under her command, leia didn’t think of her in that way. her people were never just cannon-fodder. “even if you weren’t our best mechanic, we would still need your help.”

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warstaincd:

Rose was a worrier. That’s what she did. She worried for those she cared about. But in her opinion, she was still much better off than she was when she first joined the resistance. Before, she couldn’t even speak to Leia without whispering what she wanted to say to Paige– who then relayed it to the General. When Paige died, Rose decided she needed to become stronger and braver. The experiences on Earth and Naboo definitely helped with that. “Okay, just… be careful… If there’s anything I can do to help…”

“i’m always careful,” leia reassured her, confidence and self-assured as always. it wasn’t a lie––out of the “original trio,” her, luke, and han, she’d always been the cautious one while they (mostly han) had gotten into trouble. but now that they were––they were dead, she had to learn to think that way, had to condition herself to remember them as that––now that they were dead, now that she was the only one. . .she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “there’s a lot we need to do,” she murmured offhandedly, turning away from the girl and rubbing her forehead with her hands before straightening once again. “how’s this hunk of junk holding up?” oh, if only han was here.

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valianted:

    the worry he’d felt for the fate of his sister never ceased as the fight against the blue shadow virus continued. the only semblance of normality he could maintain had been through his small smiles flashed at the other searchers as his dire need to keep hope, no matter how dreary the odds, continued to plague his mind  —  losing leia, however, was not an option. the breakaway from naboo had come with some sense of relief, the knowledge they could finally get off the planet that seemed to hold no further answers for the much needed cure, and thanks to his father and obi-wan’s knowledge of the past incident, luke was finally beginning to believe that perhaps things would truly work out fine.

    he jogs up beside her, mission report examined moments earlier, and although he’s keen to close the distance between them, to pull her into a hug and remind her that everything would be alright, he maintains some form of distance and offers but a tiny ( yet so thoroughly genuine ) smile, followed by a little nod.  ❛  how you feeling ? up for a little trip around the galaxy, sis ?  ❜

it’s hard maintaining a positive attitude when she’s literally looking death in the eye, but leia is nothing but stubborn. she’s shouting out orders and instructions even though her voice is hoarse and there’s blood in the back of her mouth, determinded to make the boarding process to iego go as smoothly as possible. and if she has to stop and cough into her arm every couple seconds, so what? with any lucky, they’ll all be cured in a coupe of hours and she’ll no longer need to be burdened by this, quite frankly, kriffing annoying illness that, in her case, really isn’t that bad and isn’t worth bothering her about. 

when she hears a familiar voice, she turns around immediately. it’s been a couple months since he died, but she hasn’t been able to get over his death yet. now, hearing his voice and seeing him as young as she is, still shakes her. she’s not used to the idea of him being back in her life, but she’s not going to turn down a gift like this again. “luke!” she exclaims, taking a step forward. wanting to keep him safe, she tugs the collar of her shirt up over her mouth and nose to prevent him from getting sick. “i’m fine. please don’t worry about me. how are you doing? are you feeling sick?”

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warstraincd:

“Tired. Worried about what’s to come,” Rose replied honestly. The tiredness would wear off as she grew stronger. But the worry would increase as war intensified. The few months of peace had spoiled her, Rose supposed. But she would have to get used to fighting once more. However, this time she had more friends. “What about yourself, General? I know you were sick too.” 

“we’ll get through it,” leia told her gently. “we always do.” they had to. she didn’t know what she would do if they failed, but she had to be ready regardless of the outcome of this situation. at the girl’s next words, she paused. her condition wasn’t great––she was still weak and too thin from what the disease had done to her––but she’d be damned if she listened to the medic’s orders and stayed in bed like they’d insisted. there was too much work to be done. “i’m fine, rose. please, don’t worry about me.”

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saberbled:

he only has a split-second moment in which he’s able to beguile in her beauty, her semblance, and the might that she handles so gracefully before that page is forcefully torn and a new one takes its place. this one resembles that of cracked, sunken parchment, rivaled only by death. anakin can see how much the sickness has affected her; it does so in the same way that it did with her mother. once the antidote is found, anakin plans to part ways with the resistance. while he promised himself that he’d stay as far away from his loved ones as possible, something draws him towards leia. just this once, he tells himself. just once, he’d like to face her with a clear gaze rather than one washed in yellow, once hidden behind a tinted mask. of course, he knows she hates him. to believe otherwise would to be to succumb to the filth known as hope, the very same thing that motivated his every decision during a desperate time. it’s quite a parallel; he’s desperate to see her, to hear her voice addressing him as he is now, even if it’s to say she wants nothing to do with him. in the end, he spent every waking hour searching for a cure for her. and he’d do it a million times over.  he approaches her slowly, standing a few feet away from her.  “ leia. ”

feeling a pair of eyes on the back of her neck, leia turns. she’s fallen to the back of the pack, determinded to make sure that no one is left behind as they begin boarding the falcon to iego to get the cure they all so desperately need. she moves gracefully as she looks over her shoulder, though there is nothing but clumsiness when her gaze lands on the face of the man watching her. he addresses her by her name, which makes her lips tug down in a frown. no one in the resistance addresses her by her first name––it’s always “general” or “princess” in the case of some of the older rebels, with an occasional “senator” thrown in every once in awhile. “what––?” she murmurs, eyebrows knitting in confusion as she tries to place––at the moment of realization, her eyes widen, and the mask she keeps in place almost slips. “you’re him,” she says, taking a wavering step forward. “you’re––vader.” luke had told her of her parentage, showing her old holos of padme and anakin, but she hadn’t thought that she’d ever see him. vader’s long gone, but if the force had brought her back. she takes a step back, eyes wide, jutting her chin out. she will not be afraid. she will not let him see that she’s so desperately afraid. “what do you want?” she spits out, holding an arm up to keep him away from her. “get away from me.”

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@saberbled & @valianted

there was an ache in her bones that leia still wasn’t used to, a neverending tiredness that reminded her of the early days after the empire was destroyed that was only exemplified by the illness that they still hadn’t gotten a cure for. there was blood in the back of her throat that she kept stubbornly swallowing down as if that would make it go away, and as she walked (more like stumbled) toward the ship taking them to iego, the place where the cure supposedly was, she did her best to keep her head up high.

she had to stay strong for the other rebels, the ones who were dying (not like her, not like her, she would be fine) and the ones who had already lost people. the resistance had already lost a couple people to the virus, and she knew it would only damage the organization further she died alongside them––which is why she couldn’t. even if the disease threatened to take her under, she would go down fighting. leia organa was nothing if not a fighter.

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Star Wars Picspam Challenge // 3 of 10 Characters ↳  Leia Organa