#senaetore

[rbeljedi]

STARTER || @senaetore​

“Mother . . .” He doesn’t know what to say-- but long ago he’d learned that the best thing to do was to always start with the truth; he’d found that being open and honest encouraged others to be just as open and honest with him.  And that was how he wanted to start his relationship with his mother. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.” 

[ensular]

maybe she feels a  BIT  bad for running and leaving her husband behind.  she did warn ben  ,  though  -  so she doesn’t feel too badly.  and marci misses her  ,  missed her grandmother every single day.  so  ,  when she flings the door open  ,  out of breath and panting  ,  she grins.  “  hi.  HI  -  HI.  i love you--  i missed you.  ”

@senaetore​.

[klarsynt-arc]

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm 

tryna make my partners cry || @senaetore

            ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ & sᴏ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ. everything surrounding her future is clouded, filled with uncertainty and darkness. there is greatness in her past, present and future alike. and greatness so often comes with pain and loss. he has worked for many a politician. she is the only one he has ever respected. the only one he cares about. he isn’t supposed to get attached to his missions but he couldn’t help himself with her. she has a good heart. a strong one. he has never seen anyone balance strength and kindness so well. she could lead a battle and with the same breath tenderly comfort a child. he wants to protect her. that is his job, yes, the very reason he is even here. but it’s more than that. he knows there is pain in her future. no matter what outcome she will lose something or someone. 

he wishes he could keep her heart from the sorrow he knows it will bear but he also knows the future is not to be meddled with. the more you try to prevent an outcome the more likely to become true. the paths to fate may take many forms, but the destination is always the same. if he cannot shield her from it, maybe he can give her softer ground to walk upon. a shoulder to lean on. anything to keep that smile present for as long as possible. sometimes she smiles at him and for a moment, it is as if past & future don’t matter, everything else fades away. the man who holds her heart is fortunate. and he is a fool if he breaks it the way emil fears. 

it’s difficult to withhold his knowledge from padmé. she offers her arm as they make their way from the recent senate hearing and there is a brief second where he hesitates. every time he touches her he sees new possibilities and all of them are just as dark as the last. it’s always shifting but always painful. but he isn’t here to be a fortune teller, he is here to protect her from current dangers. to offer what support he can. so he lets her lace her arm with his and puts aside his pondering for another time. for now he will listen to her speak of politics and plan for a future he wishes she could obtain. 

[alderaandestroyed]

“ So this is how liberty dies. with thunderous applause. “ 

happy birthday @senaetore !!!!!!! 

[naberriae]

𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙝    𝙝𝙖𝙙    𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣    𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙚'𝙨    𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙,    𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝    𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨    𝙛𝙤𝙧    𝙖    𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.    you    were    both    better    now,    and    mom    has    been    rescued,    after    papa    had    heard    of    her    kidnapping.    that    part    of    the    empire    had    at    least    felt    the    force    of    the    skywalkers.    you    were    better,    and    you    were    finally    given    the    okay    to    put    some    weight    on    your    affected    leg.    you’d    be    fine,    you    were    always    fine.    it’s    the    reason    why    you    are    dragging    yourself    towards    the    skywalker-naberrie    quarters    that    they    had    been    assigned    on    this    ship.    desperate    to    see    your    mother,    and    having    to    stop    various    time    to    gain    breath    back    doesn’t    make    it    easier,    but    now    leaning    against    the    door,    and    knocking    seems    easier,    ❝  mom,    it’s    me    leia,    can    you    open    up?  ❞

                                                  @senaetore​    hit    the    ♡.

[exitiumparit]

‘ i can’t escape the way i love you . ’ to sabé

@senaetore || billie eilish lyric starters || accepting

No more than I can escape the way I love you.

No more than either of them can escape their duties.

I will always choose her. And she will always choose Naboo.

Staring at Padmé now, Sabé feels like a planet orbiting her Senator’s, her Queen’s, radiant, everliving sun. Amidala was crafted with the power of meteorfire only because Padmé Naberrie had the strength to carry such a weight upon her shoulders, and Sabé was always willing to support her.

Now, Padmé is asking of Sabé something neither of them have veer dared ask before, and terror grips her heart as she tries to find the resolve she has never once had to refuse her.

It’s a quick battle and a decisive loss. Sabé will always, always, always choose Padmé.

With the taste of the waters of Varyinko on her lips, Sabé kisses Padmé.

[scoundres]

@senaetore​ sent: ❝ there’s a grain of truth in every fairy tale. ❞

❝   IS THIS YOUR WAY OF COMFORTING ME?   ❞   with a rushed,  defensive inflect,  leia feels a spark of betrayal   —   but it is foundless,  a disservice to her mother.  luckily,  she recognizes it  &  exhales smoothly,  releasing the quickly-knotted threads of anger.  tone shifts shades,  to a melancholic blue,  &  she leans into the comforting coldness of it all.   ❝   this is no fairy tale.  it’s nothing like a fairy tale.   ❞   fingers raise to tuck loose strays of hair behind her ear,  as if the motion will clear her mind as well.  she suddenly feels silly,  &  she shakes her head.   ❝   i’m sorry.  i know i don’t need to tell you that,  but   —   oh, i’m so tired to being told to look for hope in the farthest corners in the galaxy,  or in something an alderaanian philosopher wrote down hundreds of years ago,  or on stars that burnt out long before we ever thought to pray on them.  if we do this,  we do it because we had the strength to do it ourselves.   ❞   she blinks thoughtfully,  then silently admonishes her lack of perspective.   ❝   mama, if that’s how you keep your faith, then you’re a better woman than i am   —   but i suppose we already knew that.   ❞

[sadfated]

❝ love casts long shadows. ❞ ╱ @senaetore​​​ ( x ).

   ❛ — indeed it does. ❜ ( at least speciously, they are in agreement. he wishes it were cause for celebration, that there weren’t a wealth of reasons to discount her word as mere formality, politician’s politesse. wariness tightens the lines around obi-wan’s eyes, tactician’s gaze leveled at her, searching for tells that a peculiar ache in him would rather not find. 

     he frowns then, torn and tearing still. gaze half-shuttered and casting its distance through a transperisteel window. ) ❛ though, it seems too much to ask that the afflicted mind where such shadows fall. ❜