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[lightsparked]

❛ you didn’t say my name , but i’m alright. ❜

TRoS Sentence starters // ACCEPTING

“I DIDN’T NEED TO ASK,” she replied, her dreamy monotone a contrast to the swarm of activity in the hangar. “Commander Skywalker is as clear as a holopad.” And at times, as simple to read. Amilyn nodded to where Luke stood chatting with his fellow pilots, seemingly at ease. She imagined it would be a much different scene if they suffered casualties ——- particularly that of someone like Biggs. 

“Your mission was an obvious success.”

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     SHE WAS BUSY, well distracted might have been the better word for it. various datapads strewn across the table with a holodisc here and a holodisc there. every once in awhile alorré would get a little too deep into her studies and would become closed off from the outside world- or the rest of the base in this case. eyes were buried into the information before her, so deep that she didn’t even notice the person enter.

     it took several minutes before she finally looks up, eyes spotting the individual.   “ oh, sorry. i didn’t see you. is everything okay? ”

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@drklightr​ :        somewhere amid the celebration they come together, biggs quick to embrace luke. there's a smile, warm as a thousand pairs of tatooine sunrises, and an old nickname said with fondness: "i told you we'd make it one day, skyboy."

he  doesn’t  think  he’s  ever  seen  so  much  joy  in  one  place  before  in  his  entire  life.  relieved  people  line  every  corner  of  the  space  before  them,  turned  into  a  dance  floor  by  the  countless  ewoks  and  rebels  who  celebrate  a  definitive  victory  against  the  empire        ▬▬        the  end  of  an  era  marked  with  terror  and  death.  now  the  new  republic  can  begin  to  build  something  better,  something  fueled  by  people  who  have  nothing  but  a  desire  to  do  good;  and  the  galaxy  will  be  better  for  it.

but,  despite  this  victory,  jedi  master  cannot  help  but  feel  that  it  came  at  too  steep  a  price.  how  many  rebels  have  lost  their  lives  for  this  war  to  be  won?  how  many  innocent  people  scattered  across  the  galaxy  felt  the  wrath  of  the  empire,  and  darth  vader,  because  of  his  involvement?  the  thought  makes  him  ill  with  guilt. 

biggs’  voice  in  his  ear  and  strong  arms  around  him  brings  him  back  to  reality  with  a  jolt,  like  coming  up  out  of  water  after  feeling  like  you’ve  been  drowning.  lips  pull  into  a  smile  out  of  habit,  though  it  quickly  becomes  genuine  as  form  melts  into  the  other’s  with  each  passing  moment  they  remain  intertwined.  

❝        you  always  did  tend  to  be  right  more  often  than  me.        ❞        said  with  a  soft  laugh,  making  the  rash  decision  to  remain  in  his  best  friend’s  arms  rather  than  pull  away.  would  it  really  be  so  bad  if  he  stayed?  would  it  really  be  so  bad  if  biggs  knew?  the  thoughts  are  quick  to  leave  his  head  regardless,  however,  dissipating  beneath  a  veil  of  the  voice  of  his  late  master        [  ...  ]        he  knows  that  this  moment  can’t  last  forever.  but,  he  may  as  well  enjoy  it  now,  while  he  allows  his  heart  to  slip  down  his  sleeve  and  rest  in  the  palm  of  his  hand  which  presses  now  against  biggs’  chest  fondly.        ❝        guess  the  shooting  stars  really  became  our  namesake,  didn’t  we?        ▬▬        it  feels  nice,  knowing  we’ve  really  helped  people.  and        [  ...  ]        i’m  glad  you’re  here,  biggs.  none  of  this  would  be  the  same  without  you.        ❞