#alderaconsort

[spokewar]

"My Master doesn't like you." It's a rather un-Jedi-like thing to say, but Obi-Wan feels it even more un-Jedi-like to not say anything at all. Master Qui-Gon is quick to form opinions and the poor Alderaanian prince deserves a chance before it's too late. "You should fix that, you're gonna be stuck with him for a while." / @alderaconsort

[multiversalshenanigans]

"I carry you in everything I do.” { breha } @alderaconsort

Breha and Bail had been married not even a year, but she had noticed the shift in their relationship, what had once been purely duty was now something else entirely.

Something much more tender.

"Do you?" She asked, her voice soft, almost timid.

"As your queen or..."

[libertydestined]

@alderaconsort // bail.

another senate session ended with her stomach in knots. padmé grew more & more weary of the direction that things were heading in the longer that the war seemed to rage on. she knew both intrinsically & explicitly that she was not the only senator who felt this way, but anyone who knew was also inevitably aware of the danger of voicing such an opinion. the tide of the war's progression did not seem favorable for anyone involved. the weight on her shoulders only grew heavier by the way, particularly given the added news in her own personal life. she wanted to maintain her faith in the jedi in this war, but she did not want to depend on it.

"bail, i'm so glad we had time for this." particularly in the privacy of her apartment, where they did not need to worry about being overheard. her security was meticulous about ensuring so. "i don't know about you, but... today's session has left me feeling unwell."

[sayitan]

his  stomach  knotted  with  a  sense  of  unease  as  he  watched  the  slow  descent  of  the  ship.  it  had  been  many  years  since  his  father  had  led  the  people  to  victory  against  the  rda,  the  privatised  military  that  had  attempted  to  plunder  and  ravage  their  home  for  resources  that  didn't  belong  to  them.  his  father  had  wished  to  greet  the  man,  bail  organa,  himself  yet  trouble  among  the  clans  had  forced  him  to  remain  behind.  there  were  many  resistant  to  allowing  aliens  from  returning,  but  his  father  insisted  that  negotiating  a  peace  or  a  treaty  with  what  he  called  the  republic  would  protect  them  from  any  further  destruction.

          his  parents  hoped  that  the  journey  through  the  woods  and  to  the  council  gathering  would  allow  his  father  time  to  soothe  the  other  clans  into  calm.  it  was  neteyam's  task  to  pass  off  concerns,  to  show  the  republic  that  they  were  guests,  honoured,  if  only  for  the  duration  of  their  current stay.

          neteyam  stepped  forward  as  the  ship  opened  it's  maw,  exposing  a  human  man.  he  swallowed  his  nerves  and  closed  the  distance  between  them,  meeting  the  stranger  upon  the  grass.  he  raised  a  hand,  pressing  his  fingertips  to  his  forehead  and  bringing  his  hand  down  in  greeting,  ❝  i  see  you,  viceroy  bail  organa,  ❞  neteyam  said,  the  title  and  name  somewhat  clumsy  on  his  tongue.  ❝  i  am  neteyam,  son  of  toruk  makto,  jake  sully,  i  will  be  escorting  you  to  the  meeting  house,  ❞    //    @alderaconsort  ♡'d    for    a    starter .

[visionhaunted]

@alderaconsort​​ → closed starter ! 

   “ Mum says Alderaan had pacifist politics ... but so many of you fought in the rebellion how does that work? ” It was Jacen’s biggest struggle as a Jedi: Finding the balance between acting and observing. When was he supposed to FIGHT, should a Jedi fight at all? His uncle Luke told him he would find his balance if he listened to his heart and his teachings but the young boy often felt conflicted. He hoped that asking his grandfather, a man who had experienced even more fighting than his mother, might be able to ANSWER his question.

   Crouching on the ground as he watched a small creature — he wasn’t sure what it was, it looked like a tiny Varactyl but he had no clue, he’d have to find out LATER, he had asked his question casually, as if he wasn’t asking his grandfather a deeply complicated and philosophical questions. His father had mentioned it once that he had a habit of asking questions that demanded whole discussions without second thought and expecting proper answers almost instantly, that he seemed to be under the impression adults had to know it all. Jacen had been very SHOCKED to find out they were improvising as much as he and Jaina were sometimes. “ Is that another thing I’ll ‘ understand when I’m older ’? ”   

[cherishedpeace]

@alderaconsort liked for a starter

"She's so small," Breha said cradled Leia in her arms, the sleeping babe was hers now, hers and Bail's.

"She's beautiful. And here I thought you were bringing me home a necklace or some such trinket."

[spectresrise]

@alderaconsort asked ❝ are you sure you’re alright? ❞

is she alright ? if she had a credit for every time someone asked her that this past cycle , she could probably bankroll the entire rebellion single-handedly. still , it wasn't a question she was used to hearing from bail. zeb and sabine ? absolutely. but a fellow leader of the rebellion ? not so much. of course , the truth was so much more complicated -- as truths often are. but she was still breathing , wasn't she ? and there were many who no longer had that luxury.

❝ i appreciate the concern , senator. but i'm fine. ❞ she gave him a soft smile , though there was a twinge of sadness there , too. she almost wanted to mirror the question back at him , but she knew better. hera and grief were frequent bedfellows , but to lose your entire planet... she couldn't imagine. ❝ it's funny , isn't it ? how much easier it is to ask that question to others than it is to answer it for yourself ? ❞

[multiversalshenanigans]

it's early. even the sun is hardly awake, only just starting to rise over the mountain peaks. he leans over, takes something from the bedside table before he rolls back over. he pulls his wife closer to him, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. ❝ happy birthday, my dove, ❞ he murmurs into her skin, pressing a small parcel into her hands. { for the birthday girl } @alderaconsort

Breha sighed and opened one eye smiling, she had learned early in her reign that birthday or not, a queen didn't get the day off, so leave it to Bail to mark her birthday in the little down time they did have.

"You spoil me, Hotshot." Breha murmured with a smile, carefully turning the parcel over in her hands.

"Shall I open this now or after breakfast?"