#calledbythelight

[liftingxrocks]

@calledbythelight​  Rey had put everything behind her to help Ben adjust to the light side when he returned. She knew how much of a struggle it was, the battle between the light and dark side of the force. It was hard to imagine the struggle coming back from the dark side. Two weeks ago she invited Ben to join her in her training. Rey practiced making rocks levitate and move slowly around her to help with her control. Of course that was easy for Ben, he was far more advanced than she was, but it had been her way of offering him a hand. Now they practiced together, every morning.  Rey was struggling today though, the dark side was pulling at her, causing her focus to falter. The rocks around her went flying in different directions, and she completely fell out of her levitation, hitting the ground with a large thump. A groan left her and she forced herself back up, looking at Ben. “I don’t think I will ever be okay with the fact you are better at this than me.” Rey joked quickly, trying to brush it off.

[reyjustrey]

She’d lost count of how many weeks it’d been since Crait; since Snoke’s downfall; since she’d seen B- seen Kylo Ren. Unnatural as it felt to her, she forced herself to call him that now - to try and put some distance between herself and this man she’d come to know on a much more personal level than was even vaguely appropriate given their circumstances. He’d made his choice in the throne room, she told herself. He’d chosen the First Order over his family; over her, even after she’d risked her life to go to him and shown, by doing so, how much she trusted him.

How much she cared.

Shaking her head, Rey slipped out onto the permacrete roof of the Resistance’s latest temporary bastion. It was a crisp dusk that descended around her, the sky red and purple with it, so she found herself a quiet corner to settle in, folded the thick cloak she wore around her body as she sat and tried her best to clear her mind. Away with thoughts of running, she urged.

Away with thoughts of the war she could feel brewing.

Away with the fact that General Organa’s losses weighed heavier on her each day.  

Away with medicine shortages and the fact that no one had come to their aid on the salt world.

It was peace she needed. Calm seas- Rey drew them into her mind’s eye; forced them gentle; still. Calm seas and warm fires. Closed doors. Peace and quiet. Soft voices murmuring; philosophising across a gulf in beliefs so wide it hadn’t been bridged in generations - but there they were. Reaching out with ungloved fingers-

Reaching out-

Rey’s eyes snapped open, a betraying hope in her heart that she’d see him there - that she’d managed to conjure Ben as she’d seen him on Ahch-to - flaring into life...But no. She was alone still, the bond they’d once shared seemingly severed now, and that fact pained her more than she’d ever admit aloud. She was still for a long moment, the disappointment sinking in, weighing on her despite how she knew she should feel - all that professional, necessary detachment she’d tried so hard to cultivate falling away at the thought of having had so much of what she wanted at her fingertips, only to have it ripped away. A word then, just one, just once, just his word, once more, escaped her on a heavy sigh.

‘...Ben.’

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A starter for @calledbythelight​

[hopedyad]

semi-plotted starter for @calledbythelight <3 <3

Rey was lucky the old X-Wing could hold two people, much less run. She wasn’t fully convinced it was actually functioning. She’d never seen anything come out of water like that, but she was pretty damn sure that after years electornics did about as well with water as they did sand. Which was to mean not well at all.

Still she brought the ship in rather gently next to the familiar bulk of the Falcon, unknowingly mirroring at least one moment between the Falcon and Red Six. She glanced back at the other person in the cockpit with her. “You ok?” She asked him gently before she heard the rather distinctive sound of Chewie outside. “Come on.” She popped up the canopy and started to climb out, pulling off the republic helmet that had come with the ship as she hit the ground. She wasn’t giving the world around her much attention as she helped Ben down out of the cockpit.

As he touched the earth she heard everything go quiet behind her. She turned around to see Poe and Finn staring at her and Ben, hands on their blasters. She stepped towards them. “He’s an ally.” She spoke calmly. “He saved my life.” She added, pointedly. Finn went still, as if realizing what he’d felt was real. She barely noticed that, much more focused on Poe than on Finn, aware that Poe could easily sway the entire Resistance if he thought it nessesary.

“He’s an ally? Why? He has tried to kill all of us at least once!” Poe snapped at her, anger bubbling up. Rey glared back, pulling herself to her full height, unintentionally making herself look bigger.

“He saved my life, he could have let me stay dead but he didn’t! He’s not Kylo Ren anymore.” Not that he’d ever really been, but Rey was aware she was arguing for a lot more than anything else. “If we aren’t willing to give people second chances, then we are just as bad as those we were resisting. I couldn’t have defeated Palpatine without him, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be here without him.”

[vuulpecula]

@calledbythelight​ inquired: ← - … My muse’s childhood friend. 

send me a symbol & i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of... | always accepting cuz i love this meme  ➝ ← - … My muse’s childhood friend. 

      "People grow up and they change,” Lada started with a faint smile. “Not Fox.” The memories of their childhood -- the parts they shared -- was still vivid in her memory. Running barefoot through the gardens, stealing flowers and plants not meant for them to feast upon beneath the skeletons of machines long since forgotten. “She was shy when first we met, so quiet I thought she had no voice to speak with. Our instructors thought there was something wrong with her, but I knew better. She was lonely in a way I thought only adults could be.” She smiled to herself at the thought of their first meeting. Fox watching her with large eyes, less childlike and more akin to an animal fearful of others. Lada grinning, proclaiming that Fox had the prettiest dress despite it showing the patchwork marks of poverty. The bashful way her soon-to-be friend looked down at her shoes, kicking at the dust. They would all end up wearing patchwork clothes in the following years. 

      “I used to think she was born backwards or that she was an ancient deity trapped within a fragile mortal frame.” There was something inherently old about the way she had held herself, even Atlas himself had more spring in his step. “Fox was funny, quick to laugh when you got to know her, and she was too clever, you see, got us into trouble constantly, but she never let me take the fall for it.” That was the unfairness of their friendship, for Lada let her take the fall, she let her friend take sole responsibility for it all. “We were kids and she still looked out of all of us -- even those that called her names and refused to be our friends.” Her heart began to ache. “Looking back now, grown-up, I think I wasn’t a very good friend to her. I mean, she knew everything, everything, about me and I -- I couldn’t tell you a single thing about what she thought or wanted or wished for back then. Only that she was gentle and kind and would grin as she spun lies about bruises, but she was sad. I knew she was sad, isn’t that awful?” But they were CHILDREN. What could’ve she done, really? “I never pushed to learn more because escapism was how we lived and she was a master at it. She could build entire worlds out of junkyards and dirty back alleys.” Their mothers would’ve killed them had they known where their daughters spent their afternoons. Play flighting with bits of metal, corralling scrap rats, daring to play at their own resistance. “She’s tough, the years have likely only strengthened that, and brave. Recklessly brave.” The faint smile returned to her face once again as she let the silence settle between them for a long moment. 

      “The one thing I remember most about her though,” a singed memory of the last time she had seen her friend. Long ago before hearing that she was still living. “It didn’t matter what side you were on, a life was always a life.” Lada breathed in deeply, taking a moment to gather the right words to say. “Fox would -- will -- sacrifice herself for anyone to keep them safe, to keep them from feeling any sort of pain and she never understood that that wasn’t her job. I doubt she ever learned how to stop.” 

[chromecaptain]

6'3" (Phasma the only one taller than him lol)

[aequilibriium]

(♕) | @calledbythelight​

     People insisted that they knew her place. That she was to be the last jedi, the one to help the resistance to get rid of the threat that was the First Order. But that was never what she wanted, what she looked for. That was the place she had to take, not the one she chose. “Kylo did.” Not Ben. They might have been the same person, but she did not want to take the hand of his darkest side. She always wanted Ben to be back, to come home. “And not what I wanted. I don’t want Luke. I want you to be... you.”

[onlyalastresort]

greeter for @calledbythelight

She enters the hangar area thinking it would be abandoned this early in the morning. Instead, she sees a rather surprising figure already hard at work on a barely repairable x-wing.

Ben Solo.

For a moment, she debates if she should leave him to it, or… Well. Who is she joking? She’s a Kenobi, after all. When have they ever been able to leave well enough alone?

“… Do you need some help with that repair? A second opinion or perhaps another pair of hands?”

[petitehux]

       ( ❛ ╾ @calledbythelight​ // cont. )

     Since she’d met him, he donned the clothing of the Knights. But this... this was very different and while she would say he looked good in everything, he looked best in this. Not because of the physical look but he looked at home in his clothing for once. She was still trying to get used to her own new clothing - she had held on to her jacket but everything else gave too much clue of where she came from. Ryann smiled at him. The redhead stepped closer to him, blue eyes taking in every inch of him and the smile remained on her face.

        “It suits you.”