#lightfound

[craveschallenges]

@lightfound : “ nodding off…” ( send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this. )

she should’ve known he’d given into that lingering exhaustion when he’d stopped responding to her. vague, mumbled responses taking the place of full fledged answers - the bond between them … the place where she’d always felt him; quieting. sure enough, when she looked his way his eyes were shut. and she huffs out a quiet laugh, “ well that explains that, doesn’t it ? “ not expecting him to say a word, she lets out a sigh as she settled in beside him, nestling her head against his - how exactly he could sleep in such an uncomfortable position was beyond her, but if this was giving him the rest he needed, she didn’t care how it happened.

and he was at peace when he was sleeping, most of the time. and she wanted that for him. wherever and whenever he could find it. they had maybe an hour of peace, before they arrived back to their normal lives. before their shuttle carried them back to the lives of masters skywalker and the constant ever changing war the galaxy seemed to be trapped in. “ sweet dreams, farmboy, “ she said softly, and sighed again, yet a fond smile had worked its way onto her lips - rare showings of tenderness always reserved for him, and their family . “ glad one of us is getting some sleep.”

[craveschallenges]

@lightfound .

linking her arm through his, movements insistent as she tugged him carefully away from the growing crowd. “ you know what i think you need ? “ she asked softly. “ time. spend a few minutes with your wife and perhaps then you’ll realize everything will still be there. waiting, “ at least long enough for him to get out of fight or flight mode. for him to take a breath and realize he was just one person, human, and deserved to be treated as such. “ or wasn’t it you who said i could do with one ? “

“ i felt you in there, “ she murmured, “ if that wasn’t a sign we both need to take a minute, i don’t know what is,” worried. that was what it had been. whatever that brush with the force had been had been nothing but worry , and she’d reached back to reassure him. through their bond, and through reaching down to slide her hand into his. she’d not let him go, and still hadn’t .

the spores weren’t easily contained, but then she had not expected them to be. she was still there, they were still here. and she was determined to let them enjoy the moments they did have together. the jedi, the republic, all of it could wait for a few moments. “ don’t tell me you’re worried about me, too, luke.” he was, he very well likely was. “ even the master luke skywalker can’t do it all.”

[craveschallenges]

@lightfound : “ here, let me help you.”

“ it is fine,” she’s quick to point out, “ nothing but a few scratches. “ yet the residual weakness that pervaded and leaked into her bones as a result of the coomb spores didn’t exactly help matters. she’d been slower than usual, and that … wasn’t good. she knows he isn’t a fool, and she knows the bond between them would make whatever attempts at subtly worth absolutely nothing. she knew . but they had bigger problems, and she could hold out until then.

“ luke —“ words a sure sign she was serious , close to a plea more than anything else. she rarely ever called him anything beyond farmboy. “ it’s fine,” yet she moves to sit anyway, if only to put his mind at ease. to keep him from worrying about her more than necessary. she could spare a few minutes, even when her defenses were weakened . she could spare it. she took a deep breath, and released it - eyes closing in an effort to center herself, before she opened them to meet his . “ i might, have used too much. and then i couldn’t —“ another sigh, “ whatever it was, i fell for it. and didn’t —“ leave room for herself.

[camiemarstrap]

@lightfound

“Well, if it isn’t what the Massiff dragged in.” Camie jeered, taking her hands off the laser-ball machine, which clunked and clanked as the now-unattended laserball ricocheted past the bumpers unmolested and triggered the tell-tale fanfare of a game over.  “L-l-l-l-loser.” The machine’s barely serviceable vocabulator warbled mockingly.

Without the presence of Fixer, Tank, and Biggs, the solitary social-area of the Tosche Station seemed anything but social. The trio of boys, much like herself, had all grown tired of waiting for the perpetually late Luke Skywalker to show, and they had collectively opted to set off into Anchorhead without the errant farm-boy. 

Biggs had opted to arrive on his new swoop-bike, replete with fancy-threads and a haughty air that only the salary of an enrolee to the Imperial Academy could provide. Thus, without Luke, there hadn’t been enough seats to ferry them all into town. Camie, not for the first time, had drawn the short-straw and been left to wait for Luke.

She ducked out of the little arcade-corner, and sat on the workbench, unscrewing the metal-lid of the her canteen. “What’s your excuse this time, Wormie? Your Uncle making you work for a living again?”  She pouted exaggeratedly, and took a swig of her drink, before looking towards Luke expectantly.

[reawakcn]

"You — this isn't real." The force told him otherwise but he couldn't believe what he saw. Mara was dead, he had felt it. She couldn't be here. Had he not severed Lumiya's head from her body himself he might have wondered if this was her way of paying him back for their fight, but she would never be able to haunt him again like this. Which meant there was only one explanation for what he saw. He reached out to Mara, carefully, as if worried she would disappear again if he tried to hold on to her. "You're really here, aren't you?" - for Mara @ lightfound <3

“It’s me. I’m here. I promise.” Luke’s already hovering like the mother hen that he gets to be like, at times, and Mara, battered, aching, exhausted in a way that weighed on bones and spirit alike, offers up the faintest of smiles as her vision flickers, black encroaching from the edges and threatening to pull her under.

Mara Jade Skywalker senses, more than sees, Luke’s hesitant reach, questioning and asking. Picks up on the overwhelming hope riding atop his grief ( and a little deeper, a little tucked away. not quite fully realized ) and his guilt.

Her husband. The idealist.

She sways on her feet, the last dregs of her Force-borne strength fading away ( she’s in a safe place now. home. ), and staggers forward, almost boneless in the way she falls.

It’s ungraceful. The kind of thing she had been trained out of by the age of ten. Right now, Mara doesn’t care. She’s home. She’s alive.

The rest of the details can be sorted later.

The last thing Mara Jade sees as her vision fades is Luke’s worried face, brow furrowed so deeply she felt like she could’ve made a joke about a canyon....

@lightfound | mara lives! much to jacen’s dismay

[louistonlimson]

anna goldberg.

i have the thrift shop stuck in my head now.

[b3atitudes]

name 2 things that you like about yourself, then pass it on to the first 10 people on your dash. #teamselfesteem!

i don't wanna sound superficial but the first thing that came to mind was my smile and my hair. i know i'm not perfect but people always recognize me by my hair and my smile :)

love you anna!!!