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[forcewokena]

        ❝   . . .  i’d never felt so alone  ,   ❞

              .*·ﾟ✧・ @bondforce​​​ / starter call ・✧ﾟ·*.

[healingpast-a]

WHERE ONCE HE WAS MINE ┌ @bondforce ┘

REY HELD HER GROUND, THE GLOW of her saber lighting the dark of the stone around them. Kylo Ren stood before her, his own crimson blade burning and exploding with power. The second he took a step forward, she knew for certain that things would never go back to the way they were before. Never exactly. Once he had been Ben Solo, he had been her friend and her confidante. When she had been brought to Luke’s temple to train as a Jedi with the knowledge that she was his own master’s granddaughter, she and Ben had become fast friends. As a Kenobi, she’d been trained alongside the next generation of Skywalker and they’d found their strength together in the Force. They’d sparred and talked using the power of their bond. Meanwhile Snoke had been whispering in Ben’s ear.  The day he turned was the day Rey’s heart had broken. She’d loved him for years, though had never known how to say it aloud. And then he’d asked her to join him. He’d offered his hand and told her to go with him. She’d begged him to stay, to reconsider. She’d pleaded that he not go somewhere she couldn’t follow. Like her grandfather before her, Rey Kenobi could not venture into the darkness the way that Ben had been tricked into going.  And now here he was, and their sabers clashed in mid air. Sparks flew and the hum of the power from their crystals ripped through the air and the force around them. ❝ Ben! ❞ She shouted, using all her strength to keep him from overpowering her. She was more structured in her training, it was true, but he had always towered over her and in terms of physical strength, he had always been the greater, ❝ It’s me! You don’t want to do this, please! ❞ Even through the mask of Kylo Ren, she could feel the strength of their bond. The thrum of the Force that collided whenever they were together. Her heart broke with every parry, as if every step was one step further away from one another. 

[kyberxcracked]

@bondforce​ said:“Are you drunk?” from rey

his eyes narrowed and he looked at the cup in front of him. he hadn’t intended to get drunk, but he also had drank copious amounts of alcohol. “i’m--no. i’m not drunk,” he said, with far too much emphasis on the word to be sober.

[awaekens]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋     /      @bondforce​     !

          “  i’m  the  problem  .  and  there’s  nothing  i  can  do  about  it  .  “

[forcewokena]

      ❝    no one ever said it would be this hard  ,   ❞

            .*·ﾟ✧・ @bondforce​​​ / lyric starter call ・✧ﾟ·*.                    ↳ THE SCIENTIST by COLDPLAY

[forcewokena]

             ❝   you have her eyes .  ❞

     .*·ﾟ✧・ ​​ @bondforce​​​ / dialogue generated starter call ・✧ﾟ·*.

[spinebarrels]

it’s high noon on jakku. no one disturbs the sands at this hour; only within the depths of caves or fallen empire craft do creatures of any kind move about. while the heat boils the air outside, an eight year old rey huddles inside the belly of a star destroyer. two more hours and she can crawl further out, back to where she knows the best scrap to be. in the meantime she wishes she’d been a better judge of time and made it to the hellhound, to her own bolthole, where there would be a better chance of keeping the scrap she’s scored today safe. but it is what it is, and she’s stuck until further notice. this is where things always get bad. 

when there’s pause, there’s time to think. when there’s time to think, there’s time to hope. hope hurts. two years on from watching a ship disappear into the sky, away from her, nothing has gotten easier. even if surviving is now as second nature as breathing, rey still waits. eyes squeeze shut and she tries to visualize the wall of marks in her at-at. tries to remember how many days it’s been. pain congeals like blood in the air and before she knows it she’s crying. the tears are as hot as the air and pain stacks on pain, but this is her only relief. sobs have to be muffled into her arm wraps but they only get worse, wrack her harder. it’s when the hurt is at its worst that sound seems to be sucked from everywhere around her huddled form. her surroundings go pale at the edges. more pain hits her like a durasteel wall, but it’s......not hers. rey sits up, alarmed, holding her gasps back. 

the air shimmers. turns cold. 

out beyond reason, out beyond logic, the loneliest of little girls stands up in the darkness and chill, face still wet. she doesn’t know why she speaks - except perhaps that it seems to be the only thing to do. “hello?” the absurdity of it all doesn’t change a thing. “hello? is someone there?”

@bondforce​ / plotted starter

[forcewokena]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION // @bondforce​:  ❛ tell me how to make it better.  ❜

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ↳ 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

         where do you put the anger   ?      where do you put the hatred  ,  when it consumes every fibre of your being  ,  begs you to burn down anything and everything in your path until some semblance of revenge is reached  ?   rey doesn’t look at him  ,  can’t look at him even as he speaks  .  her eyes burn and she blinks hard enough to keep the impending tears from spilling over  ,  hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles blanch  .  

             her throat is raw when she speaks  ,  each syllable  ,  each vowel  and  each consonant a razor blade against vocal chords  ,  cutting her up from the inside until all that’s left are shredded words and a voice that she’s sure will never be heard  .  

                                                                                             ❝   you can’t  .  ❞

                                                      @bondforce​​.