#exiledgenerxl

[movedbastila]

askkreia/exiledgenerxl

LET ME RAMBLE ABOUT YOU.Always accepting.

GREG MY BB.

[forcepike-blog]

✕. ❛ exiledgenerxl.

     ❛ forgive me, exile, but i do not believe i understand what you mean. could you please repeat that in simpler terms? ❜

[forcehunger-blog1]

"Aren't you supposed to be a scrunched up robe on a dusty ship? I think I liked you better when you were still a doormat."

     ❛ Aren’t you supposed to be a whiny little Jedi wannabe? I liked you better when you were silent. ❜

[inpatientia]

"You asked me before, if I seen Revan, if i knew where She/He had gone. At the time, I didn't know.. I didn't know where to look. But now... now I know."

     A little bit harsher and turning her head would have figuratively bred a stale snapping sound, such was the haste in addressing her current interlocutor with words freshly fallen from mouth. It took no longer than simple moments to have her raring regards tied in knots with those slightly taut shoulders she carried——had her whole body standing tall vis-à-vis with her fellow. ‘ MEETRA——! ’ She appealed blandly though one could easily misconstrue her anxious, low accent for that of a grave warning. ‘ TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW. ’ As if fearing the exiled could vanish out of thin air at any given time, Bastila’s clean fingers dared reach and hover over the frame distant to her own body, gazing askew ( Had the Force been set in motion with such gesture as well? Hopeful hands waggled curtly as she spoke, following the rhythm of her faintly intonated syllables ).