* PEACE / KEPT.

they L O O K E D at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. and hurriedly she felt she must cover up some FAULT in herself. yet what it was that she must cover up, she NEVER KNEW.

[nickandros]

we’re in love during the war. does it make each moment more precious, or does it make each moment more difficult?

the war will turn us to monsters (i no longer recognize you) [j.m] (via nefrertiti)

@ofobiwans

[pcifist]

If you are staunchly anti-war, you might as well be anti-grass, or anti-air; you must understand that war is inevitable and unpreventable, and yet you so desperately fight against it. Why is that? Do you believe that you can defeat warfare?

brows  furrow  together  for  a  short  moment ,  cherub  features  pulling  together  as  eyes  seem  to  darken  in  thought  —-  ❛  people  like  to  think  war  MEANS  SOMETHING ,  as  if  the  commitment  to  the  ideals  of  violence  and  hatred  will  eventually  solve  a  conflict  that  was  doomed  from  the  beginning .  war  is  INTOLERABLE .  the  moment  we  commit  to  fighting ,  we’ve  already  lost . ❜   a  pause .

❛  how  do  you  explain  violence ,  young  one  ?  is  it  not  born  out  of  hatred ,  begetting  more  violence  within  a  never  ending  cycle   —-  how  can  you  preach  for  the  abolition  of  say ,  the  current  ongoing  war  ,  when  you  have  committed  yourself  to  the  battleground ,  where  there  are  no  moral  grounds  to  justify  surrendering  methods  of  communication  to  reach  a  formidable  solution  ?  we  have  been  deceived  into  thinking  that  we  must  be  a  part  of  it ,  for  the  ends  will  never  justify  the  means .  ❜   a  wry  smile .  ❛  and  haven’t  you  heard ,  sweetheart  ?  these  violent  delights  have  violent  ends  .  ❜

[pcifist]

does obiwan make you BUST A MCFUCKING NUT

    ❛  i’m  unfamiliar  with  this  phrase  —  this  ‘  bust  a  nut  ’  ?  sounds  painful . ❜ 

[pcifist]

how do you feel about being reunited with obi-wan?

     ❛  it  brings  me  great  joy  to  see  an  old  friend  again .  ❜  fixed  smile  upon  soft  lips ,  gentle  gaze  resting  upon  something  in  the  distance ,  before  her  tone  turns  wry .  ❛  although  i  sincerely  hope  things  won’t  end  on  a  note  of  bloodshed  and  rushed  confessions  yet  again .  ❜       

[pcifist]

sooo what's the deal with you and master kenobi?

      ❛  general  kenobi  is  a  dear ,  dear  friend  of  mine .  i  owe  him  my  life .  ❜  

[pcifist]

[jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018]

[pcifist]

obi-wan:

obi-wan was no stranger to the blue shadow virus. he had encountered the wretched plague once before, wielded by a mad man who’d intended to loose it on the people of naboo. it was curable, but the vine required for the antidote was many lightyears away now and there was no foreseeable way off planet. and so, obi-wan had taken up his post to search for the one who’d freed the virus from its chamber. he hoped that the one who’d freed it might have the antidote, or that they would know how to create one using the supplies available to them. despite his duties, however, obi-wan found himself visiting his old friend regularly. if these were the last hours of her life, he intended to spend them by satine’s side. obi-wan dipped his head slightly in response to her words, his gaze searching the floor briefly in an attempt to rid his mind of those images of her first death. “this isn’t the end, duchess,” he spoke calmly, as if to reassure the both of them. “some of those assigned to the cure team are very capable, and i assure you that we will find whoever did this. have faith.” he couldn’t bear to see her die again. obi-wan hadn’t reacted quickly enough last time, but this time, he told himself, this time would be different.

    * HE  IS  A  SIGHT  FOR  SORE  EYES ,  and  she  finds  herself  wishing  she  could  reach  through  the  glass  this  very  moment  and  stroke  his  face  like  she  had  in  their  last  memory  together ,  one  that  she  fears  she  may  have  to  relive  once  more ,  this  time  without  him  by  her  side  (  yet  perhaps  it’s  a  small  blessing ,  for  the  look  on  his  face  in  her  final  moments  is  one  that  lingers  in  her  mind ,  especially  as  she  gazes  upon  his  face  right  this  moment  ).  ❛  fret  not ,  my  dear  obi-wan ,  i  shan’t  lose  hope .  ❜  i  have  faith  in  you ,  goes  unvoiced  and  a  small  smile  rests  upon  her  lips ,  eyes  crinkling  at  the  corners  as  she  holds  back  the  urge  to  rest  her  hand  upon  the  glass  like  she’s  seen  others  do  so  with  their  loved  ones  as  they  came  to  visit  (  it’s  finding  more  difficult  to  remind  herself  they  were  not  like  that ,  no  matter  the  confession  that  had  slipped  her  lips  upon  her  death  bed ,  a  situation  they  both  had  yet  to  properly  discuss  ).  ❛  how  is  the  search  proving  so  far  ?  any  new  leads  ?  ❜  business  as   always  it  seemed .  ❛  i  know  the  search  is  important ,  but  have  you  been  resting  ?  ❜     

[pcifist]

brynn:

another person infected by the same disease. brynn had stopped trying to do a head count by the time she hit twelve, but every new face she saw in the quarantine made her heart break. brynn thought, perhaps foolishly and definitely arrogantly, that she was invincible. the force wouldn’t bring her back just to kill her again so quickly. she wasn’t so sure about everyone else, though that was mostly because she didn’t know any of their stories. “i’d hate to die of this. it seems like a lame way to die,” she said. “i’m glad so many people are helping. i just wish i knew them a bit more so i could trust that they’d work fast enough so that more people don’t die.”

   *  SHE  FEELS  COMPELLED  TO  HELP  in  one  way  or  another  —-  sitting  helplessly  while  others  did  all  the  work  was  never  satine’s  forte ,  even  as  a  championed  monarch ,  waited  on  hand  and  foot  if  so  desired .  she  tells  herself  she’ll  arise  soon ,  stand  and  dote  on  those  less  fortunate  than  her  at  the  moment ,  aid  them  in  their  endeavors  as  they  all  await  this  so -  called  CURE  to  be  found  (  if  there  is  one ,  a  voice  whispers  at  the  back  of  her  mind ,  a  voice  perhaps  named  FEAR  ).   ❛  i’m  inclinced  to  agree  with  you ,  miss  . . .  ❜  she  trails  off  for  a  moment  in  question .  ❛  however ,  i  would  trust  two  of  them  with  my  very  life  —-  have  done  so  in  the  past ,  and  i  find  myself  faithful  to  them  still .  if  anyone  can  find  this  cure ,  i’m  sure  it’ll  be  them .  i  just  wish  it  were  i  out  there  searching  alongside  them  . . .  if  only  there  were  some  way  to  help  speed  things  along .  ❜

[pcifist]

varan:

he’s reminded of his home. varan recalls it often, even if he was merely a few years old when he inhabited it. since his arrival on naboo, he’s been attempting to reform the served connection he once had to his planet, to his people. to the parents who sought a life of greatness for him, or at least peace. so far in his readings, he’s reached the era of the clone wars and how mandalore fit into the bloodshed of the rest of the galaxy. for this reason, the woman strikes him as eerily familiar. eyebrows furrow, lips twitching as he watches her speak. and then it hits him. a holo he’d gazed upon on a particular late night, tinted in blue and grey comes into view.  “ you’re–– ” eyes widen slightly, taking in her nature that feels so intimate to him. ( his mother carried herself similarly. ) “ duchess satine. from mandalore. ”

    *  SHE  UNDERESTIMATES  HER  WORTH ,  surprise  obvious  across  her  features .  she  once  understood  the  power  the  kryze  clan  held ,  an  esteemed  name  and  one  that  robbed  her  childhood  to  instead  drill  the  important  of  her  people  and  the  responsibilities  she  would  one  day  hold  into  her  head .  ONE  DAY ,  they  all  told  her ,  YOU’LL  UNDERSTAND .  perhaps  when  she  sat  upon  the  throne ,  she  glimpsed  into  the  life  of  an   monarch ,  with  the  fate  mandalore  and  1500  star  systems  upon  her  shoulders ,  a  fact  least  forgotten  as  she  sought  sleep  at  night ,  especially  remembered  as  attempts  made  on  her  life  became  as  common  as  the  fact  war  ravaged  galaxies  long  and  wide  (  especially  upon  her  own  home  planet  despite  her  attempts  to  tame  the  beast  named  violence  —-  peace  and  tranquility  didn’t  last  long  )  ❛  i  am ,  ❜  she  proclaims  with  a  raised  brow ,  a  small  smile  upon  red  lips .   ❛  a  fellow  mandalorian ,  ❜  she  says ,  eyeing  his  neck  as  recognition  fills  her  gaze .   ❛  a  pleasure .  as  you  know  my  name ,  i  feel  compelled  to  ask  of  yours  in  return .  ❜

[pcifist]

location: quarantine

   *   THE  GHOST  OF  DEATH ,  it  seemed  would  continue  to  haunt  satine  even  in  this  new  life  she’d  awoken  to .  she  holds  her  handkerchief  to  her  mouth  and  coughs  —  no  red  specks  yet ;  she’d  been  spared  so  far  all  thanks  to  the  quick  work  of  the  scientists  and  doctors  that  had  quickly  engineered  something  to  slow  down  the  effects  (  yet  not  fast  enough ,  it  seemed ,  as  the  death  count  continues  to  slowly  climb ,  serving  to  her  as  a  reminder  of  the  past ,  as  if  it  were  yet  another  mandalorian  war  they’d  been  stringed  into  —  this  time  of  disease  and  slow  demise ,  with  no  end  yet  in  sight  aside  from  the  obvious  of  a  room  of  corpses  being  burnt  alive  ).   ❛  a  tragic  end ,  ❜  she  says  out  loud  eventually ,  bitter  smile  upon  her  lips .   ❛  don’t  get  me  wrong ,  darling ;  i  still  have  hope  in  our  friends  to  find  a  cure  . . .  it’s  simply  a  little  fleeting  at  the  moment .  ❜

[amaavitab]

          favourite  obitine  moments  1/??

               “ i’m  not  so  sure  about  the  beard  .  .  . ”                                           “  what’s  wrong  with  the  beard  ??  ”                 “  it  hides  too  much  of  your  handsome  face.  ”

[ofobiwans]

@pcifist

[pcifist]

OBI-WAN.

naboo. obi-wan recognized the planet immediately. the handsome, domed architecture and flashy apparel stood out amongst the other planets he’d visited through the years. he had spent much time here in his younger days, before anakin’s betrayal, and he’d come to know its capitol city rather well. but why was he here? he squinted slightly, studying his surroundings for some sort of answer. this was not where he belonged. obi-wan was to be dead. he’d been struck down by his apprentice aboard the death star. so why…? he squinted slightly, trying not to appear disoriented. 

and there, in the crowd, he saw her. 

for a moment it was as though the force had bound him. obi-wan couldn’t move, couldn’t speak her name, but hers was a face that he’d know anywhere. she, too, was supposed to be dead. as always, his movements were graceful and practiced, and he slipped through the throngs of people without difficulty. until, at last he’d found her. he didn’t dare reach out lest he had the wrong person (or that she’d turn her deactivator on him). but he wasn’t wrong, he knew it. he knew her. “duchess?” he murmured, his voice so low that it was almost a whisper. how could this be? how could they both be alive?

     EVER  SINCE  HER  REVIVAL ,  she’d  been  wondering  the  fate  of  mandalore ,  pondering  the  very  path  the  galaxy  itself  had  taken  since  her  untimely  death  and  demise .  ever  since  a  young  age ,  the  duchess  of  mandalore  had  been  just  what  her  title  implied  —  with  power  bestowed  upon  her ,  serving  as  a  reminder  from  all  those  that  surrounded  her  of  what  her  fate  was  always  to  be  ;  a  ruler  would  always  be  indebted  to  her  people ,  would  sacrifice  her  very  life  in  servitude  to  those  she  took  a  personal  oath  to  protect .  left  alone  to  her  own  devices  (  she  didn’t  know  many  after  all ,  aside  from  a  few  close  friends  that  had  enough  on  their  plate  without  her  nagging  )  and  tired  of  her  very  thoughts ,  she’d  set  out  to  the  marketplace  for  a  change  in  pace ,  for  something  more  to  ponder  past  her  planet ,  her  star  systems ,  her  family ,  her  ben.

          the  voice  comes  to  her  through  the  crowd ,  akin  to  a  nightingale’s  song  gracing  the  stillness  before  the  outbreak  of  dawn ,  both  a  blessing  and  a  curse  in  disguise  as  her  heart  stills  within  her  and  her  body  moves  before  she  can  begin  to register  her  moves  (  BEN  !!  HE  LIVES  !!  )  she  turns  with  passion  in  her  steps ,  hope  encased  upon  her  features  —  a  sharp  intake  of  air .  ❛  ben  ??  ❜    almost  a  faint  whisper ,  and  she  must  hold  herself  back  from  doing  something  foolish  (  from  running  into  his  arms  and  holding  herself  against  him  as  if  he  offered  salvation  and  she  were  a  mere  ‘ damsel  in  distress ’  ).  a  clearing  of  the  throat ,  and  a  smile  she  can’t  hold  back ,  a  blossoming  feeling  of  both  relief  and  love  within  her  chest  that  threatens  to  rise  to  her  throat  —  he  lives .     ❛  master  kenobi ...  so  you  are  alive .  ❜

[cardansgreenbriars-deactivated2]

[pcifist]

@ofobiwans.

[thefreakyfun]

[pcifist]

phasma:

“How do you have fun at all? Have you never tasted the thrill of having someone elses life in your hands?” Phasma wondered, raising an eyebrow at Satine as she spoke with her hands. “To crush those that are beneath me. I’d have thought that was obvious?”

     ❛  like  other  civilized  beings,  i  have  hobbies.  i  don’t  make  a  habit  of  threatening  other’s  lives  for  the  sake  of  a  little  fun  —  respect  for  a  life  goes  both  ways ...  something  i’m  beginning  to  see  you  might  never  understand  the  value  of.  ❜ 

[pcifist]

niamh:

“Just calling things as I see them, Ma’am. My mother was always big on that idea” Niamh reassured, hoping the other hadn’t seen it as pathetic flattery. “Oh for real? I wouldn’t say it about me mind, I got ma rat tails hair, dusty pilot suit…But ya know, I’ll take it” she grinned.

      ❛  you  have  my  most  sincerest  of  thanks  —  but  please,  i’d  prefer  satine.  i’d  say  we’ve  approached  the  territory  of  friendship ...  and  you  are  ??  ❜  with  a  small  shake  of  her  head,  frown  setting  upon  her  lips,  she  reaches  forward  and  offers  a  gentle  touch  the  other’s  hand  in  reassurance.  ❛  darling,  you’re  beautiful  ;  i  won’t  stand  for  any  further  attempts  at  putting  yourself  down.  ❜