#orgaanas

[monstrousmade]

continuation from here || @orgaanas

         ❛ ben, ❜ she implores, taking his hand in both of hers, ❛ come home. ❜

        on instinct he pulled away from her. “i can’t. you know i can’t.”

[monstrousmade]

continuation from here || @orgaanas

        drawing the blinds && lowering the lights, she returns to his side&& presses a cool cloth against his forehead. she frowns, forehead wrinkling in worry. ❛ benny, ❜ she whispers to him in hushed tones, ❛ you need to try&& rest. you’ll only feel worse if you try && get up. ❜

       “But I need to--” despite his mother’s warnings, the small boy raises himself up, knowing he needs to do... something. The trouble is, he can’t remember what. Through the blazing fever, he closes his eyes && and tries his hardest to think what it is. “I know I need to do something. It’s important.”

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for orgaanas

((OOC: @orgaanas))

The Doctor walked out of his TARDIS and onto dock of some kind of base of sorts.  He was in a new part of space that he hadn’t been to often, in a very far away galaxy and he was fairly unfamilar with their ships, so he wanted to explore.  As he got done exploring, he headed back towards his TARDIS, when he saw a woman was down the hall, staring at him, and pointing a gun or some kind of blaster at him.  “Why hello there,” the Doctor grinned as he raised his hands in surrender.

[monstrousmade]

The break had come at the worst possible time. Each day he could feel himself grow stronger, feel Snoke’s encouragement guide him through his training. Luke had begun to give him strange looks, but he’d learned to navigate the Force and hide within it. The Knights of Ren were readying. It was only a matter of weeks, maybe even days and then--

................... Home.

He stood there, looking at the familiar architecture and ingrained skyline and found it unenticing. How he loathed the place he’d once called home. It was no more a home to him than Luke was a mentor. Justifications entered he thoughts, justifications for leaving now and not having to endure the next week with the enemy his family. But then his eyes caught sight of the general coming towards him and his window to run fell away.

{ @orgaanas }

[tougherheart-blog]

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                                                WHISPERS OF HER  fill the air, slipping through the cracks of LIFE and DEATH - she can see the woman ( HER DAUGHTER ) has become and she is so proud. But her once-beating heart aches with the burden of knowledge; this young woman has endured so much, too much, more weight than any one pair of shoulders should carry. She has never left her daughter’s side, and though there is no reason Leia should know the sound of her mother’s voice, Padmé cannot help but think that with the faint pressure of ethereal fingers upon her daughter’s cheek she might be seen & heard.   ❝ LEIA ---- ❞ 

[spacehitlcr]

              ❛ general organa . if only it were lovely to see you . . . ❜

@orgaanas

[tougherheart-blog]

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                                        SHE SEARCHES FOR  a piece of her old friend in the face of the young woman, but reminds herself once again that this is not a blood relation; all the same, she catches a familiar look in the Princess’ soft, brown eyes, something that hearkens back to the days when she had been Senator Amidala and not a REFUGEE depending upon the hospitality and kindness of others. This girl reminds her of those early days, and of friends long gone, and Padmé cannot help but warm to her because of it.  

      ❝ I knew your father, ❞   she murmurs with a heavy smile. Perhaps it isn’t wise to reveal a connection to the latter days of the Republic, but if the girl is with the Rebel Alliance, she cannot think that it will do much harm.   ❝ And I am so sorry. I heard what happened ---- to Alderaan; it’s horrible. I can’t imagine. ❞ 

[drawnxtolight]

@orgaanas continued from here

              it had been hours since she had been captured && forced aboard the destroyer. poked, prodded, && abused by a group of low-ranking stormtroopers, she was pushed into what ( she assumed to be ) a control room of sorts. from this vantage point, leia could see the battle still waging on. her troops were fighting valiantly, but she could see that they were losing, more and more falling to the blasters of the stormtroopers. if she, in her foolishness, hadn’t been captured — perhaps the tides would have changed. if she hadn’t —

             she’s broken from her reverie by that odd feeling of her ‘force-energy’ ( as luke would call it ), brushing up against another’s. but she knew this one’s energy. it cut through her like a knife, dark && light all wrapped up in one, sharp and electric. an energy that she hadn’t felt in the longest time, that had disappeared from her life. ben.

             and sure enough, he walked through the door not moments later, clad in the ridiculous garb that he’d become so fond of. masked && cloaked in black, trying to emulate a sith more powerful than he, more confident. even still, he was not the child she raised, not the son she loved. and she blames herself. for his turn to the dark, for his alliance with the first order, for his murder of so many innocents.

            she kept her eyes affixed on him, even as he ( seems ) to avoid to look into hers. she sighed when he finally turns to face her — the first time she’s seeing her son in ages and under such circumstances. all she can say is ❛ ben, ❜ refusing to use his chosen alias, speaking in that tone all children know well — that of a disappointed parent ( though leia was more than disappointed ).

{{  HE HAD KILLED HIS father. He had been strong enough to do that. But somehow, he doubted his ability to do the same to his mother. Why had he come here then, why had he dropped himself in this? The call to the light was as strong - perhaps stronger - than it had been with his father. Stronger than ever. He would have no choice but to kill her. To rid himself of his temptation, to push himself towards the path he needed to be on. But.. could he really do it?

“That is no longer my name.” The words came out defensive, bitterness clouding them. For some reason, that disappointed tone she took with him caught him off-guard, by surprise. And only fueled anger. She had no right to look down on him like he was a little boy. He was no longer a child, and he wouldn’t have the leader of the rebellion talk to him in such a condescending way.

Before he knew it, that anger had taken effect. He had moved forward, he had rose his hand to strike her. No one took that tone with him. But he stopped himself. WEAK. He couldn’t even hit her. Kylo gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and moved by her. Turning his anger on the table behind, sliding the objects from it in one swift move. He placed fists on it, and lowered his head, his eyes falling upon the lightsaber still in his grasp. If anything would make him fall from darkness, if anything would make him sacrifice the things he had worked to accomplish, then it would be her.

“Get out.” He whispered. This proved that he wasn’t ready for this yet. Perhaps in the future. No -- definitely in the future. He would make himself stronger, he would rid himself of this... of this temptation to the light. But now... no. He would get into trouble if anyone found out, but he would sooner release her than have to deal with her.