#malastres

[zaedas]

RAVA RAXUS ASKED: “ you are alone , child. there is only darkness for you , and only death for your people. ”

she spoke like a fucking jedi. elevated, like someone who stood above the rest. the same way zaeda had been taught to hold herself. it was all part of the job. their face was exposed, twisted scars visible over her features, overwhelming the face beneath them. “profound.” their voice was strained, despite the effort she put into sounding nonchalant, easy. “you know so much about me” even a prophecy wouldn’t mean much to her anymore. what was a prophecy when the future could be changed so easily? she was dead, now she’s not. maybe someone would kill her again, and she’d come back again. maybe that was what life really was. a vicious fucking cycle of pain and wrong prophecies. “tell me more. make sure you say it pretty, just like that.”

@malastres​

[fearlessenator]

@malastres​   //   rava raxus, from here.

wry smile twists bitter lips upwards , quirking into a painted semblance of amusement. “ well , that's not quite true. ” they study the senator for a moment , sharp blue eyes piercing and dividing , as if dissecting , analyzing , targeting with view alone. “ the people celebrated your coronation and mourned your death , did they not ? ” the duchess hesitates , as if choosing her words , although it shines in her features that is a falsehood. “ or are you suggesting you are the exception to this rule ? ”

her death was something that she had given much thought, looked through all she could find about what had happened, what the public had believed. naboo was not a culture of gossip, privacy of the dead and their family was respected. yet her own religious beliefs had not been respected at the public procession. “dying in childbirth is a tragedy to be mourned, convenient for those who wanted me dead. had i lived even a few days longer, i would have likely been publicly executed like many of my colleagues, and it would’ve been a celebration,” she stated simply.