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[angelusstellas]

' i killed someone '

☓.•*¨ @proditora​ // MURDER STARTERS

           the words FLOODED the senator’s senses as the fell from the lips she so lovingly KISSED. a mind usually so clear, so organized, now running amuck. frazzled, dazed, pained by the apparent confession ━━━ one she could not believe without further proof, further CONVINCING. 

           ❝  anakin…  these words you speak, they can’t be true. ❞ caramel optics framed with oceanic tears, a burning sensation bringing awareness to the senator’s teary hues. rose lips pulling into a negated frown, cheeks that were once PORCELAIN, now flustered with ruby tones. fear WRITTEN so clearly upon every crevice of the face that always held structure.                   ❝ it must have been an ACCIDENT... please, ani, assure me it was a mistake... ❞

[smugglerson-a]

               A HEINOUS LIE IT WOULD BE, IF HE CLAIMED TO HOLD NO BITTERNESS FOR HIS GRANDFATHER. it sits heavy on his tongue, thick and syrupy, constantly threatening to choke the life from him. expectation -- for good or bad but never anything in between -- and a legacy behind him has soured the sweetness of his heart, has turned the sugar into vinegar, his kindness to acid. there’s no room for a sweet demeanor in his line of work; what has true kindness ever done for him? once he had begun to see his grandfather as someone to be admired, someone to aspire to be like, but he knows now the voice that twisted his thoughts. he knows better now.                A PRESENCE AT HIS BACK IS CLEAR; NO THREAT TO HIM, BUT HE FINDS HIMSELF CURIOUS. the force is pulsating in the ship’s cockpit, so strongly it makes his head spin. neck tilts and turns to peer over his shoulder, breath catching when his eyes catch sight of the pulsing blue glow...a force ghost, it appears. but upon further inspection -- he wants to know who is visiting him after all -- the nausea begins to settle in his throat. the bitterness comes creeping back like an old friend, and seizes his tongue; he’s not quite ready to let go, it seems.     “i don’t want to talk to you.”

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[snowinabottlearchived]

' Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens '

    FAITH. could one be faithful when there was nothing to hope for ? probably amelia was to weak, to afraid of what this path would make her do, what these people wanted her to. THE FORCE was never a thing she knew much about but stories    —  fairy tales her father told his nosy little daughter before she went to bed. never, NEVER in this galaxy would she DARE to believe that she could be special, that she could be sensitive for what wasn’t to be seen. maybe it was just a huge mistake. maybe all these voices were WRONG and the brunet was just an ordinary woman in a very strange world.  ❛  haven’t you ever been to a point where you had the feeling to have lost track of the road you should pursue ?  ❜  voice low and almost whispering, she wasn’t able to look up to the other. that if they believed her to be USELESS ?  ❛  i am not sure if i can see through the darkness. i don’t know where i belong to.  ❜ 

✰ FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING STARTERS / ACCEPTING

[myrlins-blog]

“ I’ll tell you this now, Anakin. The Arthur that sits on the end of that table was not the one I chose, but the one my predecessor chose. ” Not a secret divulged; the power of a Merlin and the duality that comes with King and Kingmaker, anyone could have worked it out. But, it’s clarity, on the clash of thoughts and the spectrum of belief that was to do what was right by the establishment founded years ago.

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[tachiisms]

' I guess that concludes negotiations '

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The battle droid’s head falls to the ground with a clatter, body soon following suit and crumpling into a heap. Violet blade still humming in her hand, Siri looks over to her fellow Jedi. She can’t decipher the look on Anakin’s face, though something tells her that in his time working with Obi-Wan, he’d never seen negotiations end so abruptly. She flashes him a grin. 

“ I think it’s time these droids know they’re not dealing with Obi-Wan’s negotiation style anymore. ”

[quarterofamaster]

        Don’t stare at his mask, don’t stare at his mask, don’t stare at his mask.

        “Unseasonably warm, don’t you think?”

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