@tahn0 & @oletherois
THE SENATE HAS DRAINED whatever was left of her strength, a leech attached to the jugular suckling at blood. she supposes it is fitting --------- mother liberty, nursing democracy at her breast. all she wants is to reach her apartment, maybe draw a bath, and then collapse until she is needed once more, far sooner than her body would like. ( bail had proposed a break, but all he received in turn was a tired glare. ) of course, things have a way of rarely going to plan. guards dismissed for the night, celestial being steps into her home only to find . . . ah. so anakin’s predisposition to crash here rather than at the temple had become somewhat of a model for ahsoka to follow.
for a moment she only watches, content to see them so relaxed and relatively unharmed, but she knows better than to think they have not sensed her presence. if anything, she is the one being humoured. “ and here i thought i was returning to an empty apartment. what mischief are you two up to ?? ”
