#jedinct

[donutdollie]

                    oh, how she missed this.   galvanized by the oft alternating victory between the teams and a home game, the air in xcel energy center was indeed electric.   and no better seats could be had than theirs up against the glass, thanks to joseph, except if she had been seated directly opposite beside the wild’s bench.   yet, this was all the better for the maple leafs to hear joseph and lillian’s chirping.   still ever so slightly jet-lagged, she remained content to simply cheer, nursing her coke with its blessed caffeine until the other woman leaned across her boyfriend.     ❝  come on, margot, you haven’t said a thing!  give them something... you!  ❞

                    drawing in as deep of a breath as she could, margaret cupped her hands around her mouth and,   ❝  you take that ice, boys!   take it like montgomery took montreal in seventeen-seventy-five!  ❞     oh, it was awful, but it was perfect, friends’ laughter piercing her ears even above the boisterous crowd.   it was good to be home.

[ @jedinct ] 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

[donutdollie]

" 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. " [ @jedinct ]

                    swallowing against the lump forming within her throat felt practically impossible, as if the mere attempt would lead to her choking, the constriction too painful and swollen to pass.   fear and anger and that sort of half grief which came from knowing that you may never see someone again saturated burning lungs.   drowning, she was drowning… and he wasn’t even dead.

                   not yet.

                   it’s almost the report the family of every being in this horrific, terrible, avoidable war dreads to hear — achingly, awfully almost — and delivered by a stunned father an entire half of the galaxy away.   no, it was worse.   the republic navy lost her little baby brother with no explanation of why or where or how, just that the pilot had been placed upon the list.   missing, somewhere on a million worlds, across a billion parsecs, just gone.

                    ❝  he’s just missing, not dead.   they just… haven’t found him yet.  ❞     the words rung hollow, no match for the welling emotions which threatened to overwhelm her.   margot daren’t lift her gaze to the jedi, eyes squeezing shut lest her fragile, shattering control slipped, the tears which pressed against her lids flooding forth.                       denial.   what a familiar emotion that was.   how many cycles had she spent carrying that in her heart alongside the same ache which underlined his voice?   so many.   too many.     ❝  i can’t do this again.  ❞     her voice cracked, a tremulous whisper of admittance.     ❝  i can’t.  ❞

[iconac]

they know his approach before they see him. it's a curious sensation, this force. he rises like a star on the horizon, and for some reason lyn swears his constellation is one they've seen before. there is a rightness to his presence, not quite a comfort but a certainty. like finding level footing after losing balance. and he too, can see without sight, can track them among stars, but this they forget. they wave at @jedinct, half in greeting, half to make sure he can see them in the little patch of shade they've found to do business. "is this her siccing you on me again?" they call over, though they seem unbothered by it. partially because they do not mind his company, but mostly because their attention is still focused on the parts laid out before them by eager jawa traders. some of the pieces they don't recognize, and not just because they've been sandblasted beyond any identifiable shape, but one, a droid part, they keep coming back to. it, like so many things, feels familiar, and they've looked back to it enough times that they're sure the jawas are going to try to scalp them on the price. "i don't know what it is you jedi do to unwind," they continue, lowering their voice as he draws near, "but i swear - bastila needs to do more of it."

they glance up, nictitating membranes sliding shut as they squint into the desert sun. "y'know, believe it or not‒ " they reach out to idly smack the hand of the jawa leering towards their pockets. he flies back with a curse, but judging by the chittering laughter from his companions, lyn suspects it was more a test than an actual attempt to rob them. "i can handle myself. we're all adults here ‒ except mission, of course." getting the young twi'lek a gift was on their list of tasks for the day. "you don't have to play negotiator all the time."