#sadfated

[bewareyourheart]

𝐢, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ❜

𝙾𝙱𝙸-𝚆𝙰𝙽 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸, as written by thomas. 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁, as written by bones.

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[bewareyourheart]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | & ❛ — 𝐕. / 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨. )

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THE SPINDLE OF A MULTITUDE OF STARS, PLANETS, QUASARS, AND ASTEROIDS OVERCAME THE NIGHT SKY EASILY. The planet, pocketed to a wayward corner of the Outer Rim, gravitated along several large moons that bulged prominently in the sky. Beyond their ethereal hue, of which made the evening impressively bright with silhouettes, the rest of the galaxy radiated in far greater shine than Anakin had visualized in most other planets.

It made this battle - born mission, the suffering of wear and tear on the soul, near bearable for the scars they had all picked up in the last few years. It made the whispers of violence between the Separatists and the Republic inaudible, his troubled mind remarkably aching that much less than it normally endured.

At least, it continued this way for hours and hours into their mission. Their squadrons of men inevitably built a make - shift campsite, the clones visibly enthralled by the flood of moonlight over the planet’s stagnant forests, for once speechless as they broke into their supplies for food and water. Anakin denied their offerings of what bland food had been stowed away, his appetite receding when a sudden thought progressed in his mind, pressing away what had once been moments of harmony to twist into storms of gloom and apprehension.

And really, he ought to have expected this inescapable melancholy, the proclaimed Jedi with no fear so terribly, inexplicably overcome by such sentiment. It’s his insides that realign with turmoil, driving him to flee from the men in pursuit of a nameless refuge. Even with such beauty of a planet neutral to the war yet nevertheless haunted, Anakin cannot suppress his misgivings for the Jedi, their loud vocalizations not consistently associated with the teachings he had learned in his youth.

With such blatant offerings of power for them to feast upon, they had grown spoiled with the potent taste of victory. Of righteousness. AND COULD ANAKIN BLAME THEM? He all but slit open the bellies of the beasts himself, staining his hands red while feeding the mouths of the Jedi Order. He had won the hardest - earned battles, had built himself a reputation across the galaxy’s HoloNet News. And with his name came the synonymous Obi-Wan Kenobi, of which the duo manifested an unstoppable strength in the Order.

Then who better would know of his hesitations? Yet Anakin could not bear parting his mouth for longer than a brisk moment, having grown much more familiar with lamenting to Chancellor Palpatine instead.

Nevertheless he finds himself hovering near Obi-Wan’s space, intruding upon the man from the side with his hands limp and empty. Anakin had nothing to present, no whimsical phrase nor any giddy piece of the world he could have brandished to the man. Only the dizzying echoes of a fast - paced mind, his whirlwind of thoughts colliding with the congruity of the Force.

He sits aside Obi-Wan, though it is much more dropping onto the ground with dirt pressing underneath the backs of his thighs. He does not have to speak, that is the nature of their bond. Yet there is so much hiding beneath his tongue, twisted words and shouts entreating their release.

Anakin swallows. Staring ahead, over the surface of a quiet river, the moons and their light flaunt the calm that he will never know. “I don’t... know what I’m doing here.”

[genitrice-a]

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[scoundres]

sadfated sent : ❝ what do you long for? fame? money? power? ❞

❝   DO YOU THINK SO LITTLE OF ME,  OBI-WAN?   ❞   teeth bare a moment,  then retreat in a flash   —   there is no harm meant,  she could assure herself,  but she is a woman on the defense,  always.  tensions are high,  even in the company of someone so trusted  ;  her tongue is prone to rapid reaction,  but by some stroke of luck,  she manages to catch it  &  draw it back,  forcing her nerves to settle.  her shoulders relax,  slumping,  &  the suspicion drops from her gaze.   ❝   i have more than i need of all three,   ❞   she explains calmly.   ❝   if my principles aren’t clear to you,  of all people,  then perhaps my character has been compromised.   ❞   with a slow,  intentional blink,  leia pauses,  then takes a moment to recall her instinctive answer.   ❝   i long for justice.  for peace.  don’t we all?   ❞

[genitrice-a]

  @sadfated said: ❛ no one is now what they were before the war. ❜

 YOU   ARE   NOT   MADE   FOR   WAR.      no   armour   to   shield   pallid   flesh,   no   weapon   to   protect   a   heart   already   bleeding.   the   battlefields   are   not   suited   for   kind   girls   with   eyes   of   does   and   silver   in   their   veins,   the   blood   too   stark   against   her   skin.   but,   she   thinks,   neither   is   he.   protectors   of   peace,   the   jedi   crown   themselves,   whilst   wielding   weapons   with   deadly   precision,   becoming   generals   and   soldiers   in   a   war   that   shouldn’t   be.   she   had   known   him   before,   in   a   time   when   life   was   kinder   to   him.   she   wants   to   know   him   like   that   again.

 “   no.   ”         it’s   a   gentle   confirmation   to   his   words,   fingers   soft   and   warm   against   his   arm.   would   he   crumble   ---------   this   stone   monolith   ---------   to   merely   dust   if   she   were   to   press   hard   enough   ??   kindness   kills   where   it   only   means   to   heal.   lashes   lower,   hiding   dark   gaze   from   him   for   a   moment,   and   the   smile   that   blooms   lacks   its   usual   lustre.   it   falls   flat,   a   twitch   of   roseate   lips   and   nothing   more.         “   nobody   is   asking   that   of   you,   obi-wan.   we   have   all   seen   death   enough   to   mourn   the   living   too.   ”

  DEATHLESS / ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

[doesntlikesand]

sadfated asked : “ take a seat, we’re going to be here awhile. ”

     The young padawan turned when his Master spoke. He tried not to let out the sigh that came from him. He walked over and sat down next to Obi-Wan. “They do this on purpose don’t they Master? Make us wait like this?”