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[imperiallady]

"Do you want to hide a body?"

Aniasis looked at her daughter, her holonovel slowly lowered to her lap in her hands. “Not necessarily.” She deadpanned. “Did you ask your father?”

[moonoflego]

don't look at me like that. (My Heir of the Empire verse for Padme's Rebellion Verse, shortly after the Empire falls and Qira is captured by the rebellion!)

"I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" PROMPTS / always accepting !

It was not something Padme ever expected to happen, after all for years she thought Anakin died. For him to be a Sith, and to be behind so many death ... To become such a terror in the Galaxy ... It was hard to believe and yet she had the proof. Her own children fought against him and while in the end Luke told her that he came back to the light ... It didn't change much about the fact that he did what he did.

And that she was now standing in front of an holding cell with none other than his daughter. There was a lot she could take, really. Even now she was trying to wrap her mind around what happened these last two decades but this one ...

The man she loved, her husband, apparently had an adventure. Not that she could be mad about it, as the two thought the other one dead but it still caused her some pain to learn about it this way, when he wasn't even around anymore to talk ... Gone. For real this time.

Leaving behind a girl who looked everything like the one she loved. Yet different too. ❛ I'm sorry. ❜ The leader finally spoke up, the girl's voice finally bringing back down from her thoughts. ❛ You ... You look so much like him. I ... I didn't want to believe it before. ❜

[vizslajetii]

@ofvxder from here

Tarre has never been the kind of man who claims to know what he does not, and he is well aware of the passage of time. A thousand years are not nothing, and he's far too aware of that.

But when the Force calls him to a place, or a person, he tends to appear.

And the smirk is not welcome.

"A valley worn by a river cannot become a plain again." He warns her. "Which is a very old metaphor, but then again I am a very old man, and I have fought the Sith those texts speak of."

The Force doesn't speak of dishonesty. It also doesn't speak of lack of interest, and he sighs.

"I studied them, in my time. And I assure you those books weren't written by the people who faced them, who felt in the Force what they were, and what they could do."

And he was all but fond of inaccurate information.

"It has never been about right or wrong. It is about what step after step can mean, when you have walked far enough."

[slayerofhutts]

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Qira's eyes found their way to her older half-sister, who had seemingly sought her out on her own regard, even with the death of their father. She had sequestered herself into hiding, her time with the Empire finished, but her valuable training in politics meant she could eventually help a re-emergence of the Sith. "I agree that fear is not the enemy, but it is not a catalyst for bravery. It is what fuels me, makes me stronger, and ready to face any who oppose me." Despite Leia being an enemy, Qira left her lightsabers where they were, hanging from her belt, to show she was not interested in fighting at this moment. It just wasn't worth it when the other had genuinely searched her out to interact. She could be cruel, but she still had a conscience. Perhaps that was why only one of her kyber crystals was bled, and why her eyes still had blue in them, despite the red and yellow rings beneath it. "I doubt you're here just to patronize me, however. So tell me, sister, why you're really here."

"Fuels you." Leia muse over her words, "You mean the dark side." And more quietly to herself, "Like Father like Daughter."

Leia pace around Qira. Her hands flexed with kinetic energy. Always close to her blaster at her hip. Her senses were alight. She had expected Vader when she finally caught up to Qira. Expected a fight of some sort. Having seen her on the battlefield before. Even more surprised that Leia wasn't on Qira hit list. And while Leia did feel the other womans powers and the danger she did possess, she was no Vader.

Leia flinched, ignored the sister comment. It was too soon.

"No I haven't come here to torment you. Or kill you." Although she should, Qira was dangerous. "I suppose I was curious about you. I know Luke is. He thinks you can be turned."

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-pin my muse with their arms behind their back

Rey had not expected to be bested so quickly in their spar, and yet, here she was. “Get the hell off of me, right now,” Rey said in a firm voice as she kneed the other girl in the hip region and began to push her off and away with her lower half.

[imperiallady]

⭕️ (ALL THE PAIN)

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To find my muse ( angst edition )…

⭕️ dying from a fatal wound

The Rebel came out of nowhere, stabbing Aniasis in the side, not even bothering to look back. 

She gasped and clutched the wound, blood oozing through her dress and staining her hands. Aniasis had enough presence of mind to realize she wasn’t going to make it. Possible complications raced through her head:

cardiac tamponade - fluid was filling her pericardium, hindering its ability to beat.

Pneumothorax - her chest cavity was filling with air.

By the amount of blood, her assailant had managed to hit a major artery. Aniasis fell to her knees, her vision greying and head fuzzy. She was going into shock. 

She felt Qira’s presence. 

“N..no…” She muttered. She didn’t want Qira to see this.

[imperiallady]

🔵 (I WANT PAIN)

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🔵 after a miscarriage

I accidentally deleted this fucker twice and I’m done for the night.

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Joy.

Immense joy.

Aniasis could barely measure theamount of happiness she felt when she found out she was pregnant again.

Lord Vader was very pleased withthe news. Aniasis could tell he was happier than he let on. Another child meantanother ally in his final battle with Sidious. With Sidious gone, Lord Vadercould have his injured organs and missing limbs cloned and replanted. He couldbe rid of that nightmarish suit and be strong, healthy and vital again.

All the good what-ifs of childbearingcarried Aniasis through the first days and weeks.

Would it be a boy or another girl?

Who would this child take after,her or Lord Vader?

What’s in a name?

What would Qira think? Would shebe the protective older sibling? Or a jealous one?

Soon, the twelve-week mark was insight. She could start telling others! Who would she tell first, her mother orher older sister?

Then one night, she startedbleeding.

It wouldn’t stop. There was somuch blood that she tried to staunch.

Aniasis had been bleeding forhours when she found herself gripping onto the sink as her vision greyed andher head spun. She wasn’t ready to admit this was the end. Seeking medicalattention made it true. She fell to knees with a thud, alerting Vader.

He quickly scooped Aniasis off the‘fresher floor and hurried to the medbay within their palace. Distantly, he notedthat far too often their roles were reversed. Far too often he had crawled backto her as she dragged his useless wreck of a body to the very same medbay to besewn back together again.

With the amount of blood, Vaderknew that the babe was gone. Vader was not callous enough to believe thatAniasis could be sewn up as easily.

“No! No! No!” Aniasis wailed asmeddroids poked and prodded and examined.

Vader watched from the side,storing everything he felt for another battle. Disappointment. Helplessness.

Aniasis writhed, her facecontorted in emotional pain as tears fell freely from her bloodshot baby blues.The droids had to sedate her to calm her done so they could work.

She wanted this baby. This childalready meant so much.

Days later, the blood was cleanedup, the tears were dry. Aniasis was put on strict bed rest and Lord Vader wasnowhere to be seen.

They could try again soon.

Aniasis wasn’t as naïve to not realizethat she was convenient for Vader. As soon as Vader set eyes on her, she had arole. She would give him the heirs he needed. She knew that.

Aniasis felt like a failure. Yes,there was Qira, but would she be enough? The more children they had, the strongerVader was and Aniasis didn’t want to push Qira into anything (not that shevoiced this concern to Vader). If she would not stand as her father’sapprentice, perhaps the next child would be willing?

She failed Lord Vader as a wife,and she was failing as a woman. What kind of woman was she if she could not carryanother child to term? She was defective, something to culled from theline.

Aniasis was sat up in bed, lost inher own thoughts when she heard the door open. Qira stood, watching her.

Guilt crashed over her once numbmind like a tidal wave. With all the drama, Qira was pushed to the side, handedover to the handmaidens for her care and daily needs. What kind of mother wasshe? A terrible one, apparently. She didn’t deserve children.

“Qira?”

[imperiallady]

🌑 (As a little girl, maybe frightened of something?)

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Aniasis awoke with the start when she felt the bed dip with movement. She was in a fairly deep sleep, the warmth of the palace on Mustafar made her feel cozy and lulled her to sleep hours ago.

In the darkness, on Lord Vader’s empty side was a pair of startled eyes.

“Qira? What’s wrong baby?” She asked her voice heavy with sleep.