#lightwxlkr

[lumenist-moved]

Tucked under an awning, Selah waits for the rain to pass. She basks in the moment of rare calmness of a calm market, but a woman rushing to hide under the cover disrupts that calm. "The rain won't stop. Not for a few hours."

She eyes the woman next to her. Jedi, most likely, if the saber at her hip is her own. "I do not wish to get wet."

a short starter for @lightwxlkr

[libertydestined]

@lightwxlkr asked: ❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

it was a delicate balance to try to decipher where the line was, showing that she cared & was available if there was something noa wanted or needed from her... while also giving her the space, or autonomy, to ask for it. both were important. this however was hard to ignore. padmé knew a thing or two about bad dreams herself, certainly had no shortage of experience with them, but she also suspected that her own nightmares did not have the potential for the same weight as what noa's might hold. her lips purse together, before a frown settled onto her features, concern unmistakable.

it took a moment for her to decide exactly what she wanted to say, brows knitting together a hair closer. "if you want to talk about it, i'm always willing to listen, noa." that felt as far as was appropriate for padme to pry. she just wanted noa to know that she did not have to be alone.

[protectxthem]

@lightwxlkr asked: “You’re saying this was an accident?” { for Anakin }

REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version | accepting

He kicks at the ground, looking down at his broken cybernetic arm, just barely hanging on. He sighs a bit, looking over at his sister with a small smile. "Yes, it was an accident." He nods, lifting his hand up a bit, the wire snaps and his arm falls to the ground. "Damn it."

[lumenist-moved]

@lightwxlkr sent [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety.

Verani is meant to be untouched.

The planet has seen no violence since Selah's birth. There is no conflict with other planets, and internal conflict beyond debate is rare. Verani is peaceful, idyllic aside from the sea storms and Lumen fanatics.

The Jedi gave her a blanket to wear on her shoulders while they searched the Sisters' monastery. The Sisters all scattered, some taken elsewhere. Selah remains, and her eyes lock on a familiar face in the brown robed crowd.

"You brought this," Selah whispers, words harsh. Her breathing is quick as her eyes frantically scan her surroundings. Republic ships and talk of the Jedi army coming makes her certain of it. The clone troops are everywhere on the little island, and she is sure the Separatist droids are on another. The promised war comes, only different than the prophecy.

The vulnerability unnerves her. She cannot hear it, but she knows the clones and Jedi march through and search every room. Whatever trade was made or threat was told, it was not done by Selah. She closes her eyes as if in prayer, her breath quick and shallow. "May the Jedi fall for angering our beloved goddess."

[spokewar]

❛ i survive on spite, anxiety, and blasphemy. ❜

──✶absolute shit starters

"Oh, hush now. I already hear enough of that from your brother, I don't need it from you too." For a moment, he considered how his own Master would have reacted to such dramatics. Certainly less entertained than Obi-Wan currently was. "At the very least, try to refrain yourself from repeating that in front of Master Yoda. He will take you too seriously and lecture you for hours on how spite is not the Jedi way."

[spokewar]

"Obi-wan... dare I ask why you're asking about Jacky's mate and why the word "kill" was mentioned?" visible confusion and concern.

"Jacky was upset? I was just supporting him."

[spokewar]

"Hold you arms up for me? I'm trying to gauge if you're small enough to fit in the air ducts." @lightwxlkr

[protectxthem]

@lightwxlkr asked: "Where the fuck is the last piece of cake?" { for Anakin, for the laughs }

sibling related rp memes | accepting

"..." Anakin is silent before speaking. "That was your cake?" He questions, mouthful of the last bite of the cake that he had stolen thinking it was fair game.