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[spinebarrels]

Grogu quietly waddles over and lifts his arms up for uppies.

rey had for years believed the only thing that could adequately quiet her mind was burying herself in the depths of a starship or malfunctioning droid, slathering her hands in motor oil until she was a half-shadow of the troubled soul inside. fixing things was how she kept her head from spinning. fixing things was how she created a self that was far from doubtful or conflicted. under the lovingly peeled open chassis of any vehicle someone in the temple needed aid bringing back to life, rey was the most authentically herself she'd ever been.

in all her seventeen years living, she was the farthest from slavery but still held hostage. unduly, she swore to herself — and at herself, especially once she'd gripped a rim seal unevenly mid-rumination and the hydrospanner in her hand nearly went flying after a too fierce yank.

                        ❝ stang. ❞ whipping her wrist back and forth, the young knight hissed out more curses until the startled ache of bone-on-bone collision faded from her joints. and then she looked up.

yawning above her like a blooming flower was the underside of an arc-170. all channels to the astromech intake port had been opened and the wiring bared, stripped, resoldered, and strung back together. rainbows of plastine tubing colored the inside of the starfighter cheerfully. almost as if a little child had imagined the guts of a ship to be as colorful as the outside and tossed paint hither and yon down the seams in machinery.

it was beautiful. she'd done a marvelous job, if rey said so herself. the ship was a work of art before and after, with just a little in between urging from her to mitigate fuse failure mid-flight.

gentle shuffling sounds might have been the only worthwhile reason to look away but rey found herself still turning. eagerly. sure enough, the expected little creature had snuck his way across the hangar floor to her little corner of carnage to stop by her feet.

                        ❝ hello, grogu! ❞ it felt quite impossible keeping a smile from her face and voice, so rey didn't even bother trying. ❝ off on your own little adventure today? ❞

younglings were rarely not dear to rey's heart, but the smallest of all of them seemed to tug on many hearts similarly to how he did rey's. yet it still seemed that the tiny child became overwhelmed and willingly took himself on excursions around the temple for some space, and perhaps a little aforementioned adventure.

he did not speak as the other younglings did, although the arms were an obvious enough signal.

❝ would you like to come up? here — give me a moment. ❞ a nearby dropcloth flew into her waiting grasp with which to scrub at her hands and arms, ensuring no grease remained. once her relative cleanliness was satisfactory, rey slipped back into her robe. it draped suitably enough that wearing it backwards wouldn't impede her movement. ❝ alright, come come. ❞

the child nestled easily into rey's hood. deep folds managed to keep him secure without impeding his vision, although rey did tug the hem beneath his chin and kept one hand beneath his toes just to be certain.

❝ isn't this amazing? aaalll of these different little parts come together and work together to make a ship that can fly us across a hundred systems. almost like the order works, actually. ❞ her free hand skimmed along the hull of the ship in placid thought, imagining each of its thousands of parts, all their corners and materials, and how the ship could not function without them. ❝ we all need each other to be our best. ❞

latent sadness swirled in her gut at the still sharp memory of tiplar falling at the flash of a blaster. the emotion churned insistently before rey forced it to silence, afraid that her little companion might feel too much if she didn't keep her thoughts steady. but despite her caution grogu's presence managed to be soothing as she watched from over his fuzzy ears as his head turned, watching her hand and taking in what she gestured toward.

❝ i'm sure you'll have very exciting trips in something like this one day. you'll see places in the galaxy you've never dreamed of. but, i think it's time for a break. ❞ calling her utility belt to her hands, rey quickly strapped it 'round her waist and checked that her saber was securely clipped, feeling a rush of glee meet her melancholy and wash it clean. it could only be the force buoying them up. ❝ shall we go run around the fountains for a bit? ❞

padaventures with grogu // @tellstales

[resistancesheir]

@tellstales​ sent: “ look at me. “ from steyza

he doesn’t like that command, mostly hates that it came across as a command. poe will take orders, rarely without question, but when he knows and respects someone he will follow them into hell itself. he doesn’t know this man well enough for that, though the request is reasonable, normal even. but it settles on him awkwardly, he knows that feeling well, his connection with the force is not known or understood, but the knows the sensation. it means that he’s missing something, information or movement, anything.

still, he can think of no reason to not to what the senator asks.

so he does. he meets his eyes and tries to tamp down his discomfort. but poe has always worn his feelings on his face. “why? you trying to see if i’m lying?”

[kyberled-a]

@tellstales​ asked:

Grogu clings to his leg and doesn't let go. He wants to go for a ride.

Oh, what’s this? A little youngling is here! What a surprise! 

“Hello  there!” Braig bends down. “Have I seen you around before?” Carefully, he lifts Grogu up and settles him in the crook of his arm. “Oh, I must have.” He gently ruffles the little one’s ears. "Just as there must be someone from the Creche looking for you as we speak."  He sighs, then glances around. 

“... There’s nothing saying we can’t take the long way back, is there?”

Come along, small friend - it’s time for adventure.

[ruinreigns-archived]

@tellstales ( luke ) asked : ‘  thank you for seeing all the good in me.  ’

                 a soft smile pulls to her lips as she reaches out a delicate hand to brush the hair from her son's face . there's so much of his father in the boy's features . eyes that dance with adventure and curiosity , a smile that hints at a tease of mischief that she knows far too well . she's spent years wondering what had gone wrong , what had pushed anakin towards the darkness . years being afraid that the seeds had been planted in their children . but looking at luke , at the brightness in his smile , she knows he's inherited all of the good his father once held , the good that gives her hope that one day the light will find its way back to his heart . 

                 until then , though , she's content in knowing that her children have inherited only the best parts of their parents . there had been a fear , a brief moment of terror when she'd given birth , that she was making a mistake , that maybe she was bringing more sith into a world that desperately needed kindness and light . but when she'd looked into her children's eyes , she'd known that they were the light the galaxy needed . a reminder that there was still good in the darkness , that maybe there would one day be a way to pull back the lurking shadows .

                 a hand cups the other's cheek , eyes finding his to ensure he understands the weight of her words . ❝ oh my sweet boy . how could i ever see anything but the good in you ? you are meant to change the galaxy for the better . i can see it written in your eyes . don't ever think you are anything but good . ❞

[resistancesheir]

@tellstales sent:  what makes you think i’m going to help you?  ❜ from steyza with a ridiculous grin on his face

“i assume saying it’s the right thing to do isn’t going to help much?” there is judgment in his voice, but he tries to keep it to a minimum, tries to make it slightly less sharp. leia had told him again and again that he needed to work on the way he speaks to people after they’ve upset him, after they’ve let him down, because if he just tells someone that they’re being a dick they usually don’t want to help out the resistance. usually. but he still hates it, the way it settles on his skin when people care more about making money or gaining power than doing what is right, it touches him like something oily and dangerous. the kind of thing you touch and quickly recoil from.

he does recoil from it. but he tries to put another expression on his face, something frustrated but not closed off. “so what would work?”

[ozexplored]

for: hewi, @tellstales location: oz's library in the emerald city

the scarecrow. one of the members of dorian's troupe. it felt like a lifetime ago since he'd seen the man. and well now oscar himself was a changed man; or changing, depending on how you looked at it. he had invited them to his library — with the intent to give them books to read. in order to grant them or impart unto them some knowledge. not what they’d looked specifically for when they first met but the next best thing. or so he hoped it would be. his first-given token had felt like an inadequate physical manifestation of what hewi craved and in oscar's honest opinion, already had some of.

in any case, the wizard was rather surprised they'd accepted the offer. he preened a little at the vast halls and shelves of his collection, directing hewi along. “please take any book you might want or need.” what good was a library if it went unused? perhaps this was a way he could begin to make it up to the other for his unfortunate deception. “are you looking for anything specific?”

[killjedi-arch]

looking at the face of the rebel, he notices something familiar with how the young man gazes at him. no words are spoken, but instead, a hand raises & then waves as a silent dismissal of the storm troopers that brought the boy to him, but never once does he break his attention away from him. while the guards make their way out of the room, he momentarily watches until they've gone out of sight, & it is only then that his gaze returns to the boy.

you're no good at acting , it's obvious what you're after .

heavy breathing momentarily comes to a standstill. ❛ then enlighten me as to what it is i'm after. ❜ breathing resumes before halting again. ❛ if all you have to offer are hollow words, then you should expect those remarks to be your last. i have no time for foolish games or individuals that waste my time. ❜ & with that, his breathing picks up as he turns on his heel.

as a prisoner, the rebel would have no choice but to follow him. however, if he made any other choice, making him follow would take little to no effort. yet, curiosity holds the sith lord. why had the boy surrendered so easily ? was it all related to a sudden acceptance of the truth, or was there more to it ? those questions, & more, haunted his thoughts. they are why he wanted time alone with the other, but he knows answers never come easily.

as he began walking down the empty hallway, the only sound was the echo of his heavy footsteps as they stomped against the ground. it was late in the evening, & there wasn't a single storm trooper in sight or earshot. just as he wanted it to be. yet, as he walked, he wondered how long it would be until the rebel changed his mind & make his attempt to run.

reincarnation prompts , co - starring co - starring @tellstales as luke skywalker.

[killjedi-arch]

the young padawan almost drops the lightsaber that he's been holding for the past hour or more. a voice catches him off guard & brings his heart to a race. he swallows & looks down at the saber in his hands ( although it isn't active ), &then he looks up at the older jedi. his brain circles back to what had been told to him as he licks his lips while trying to find the words to say in response.

put that down !  you’re like a child .

shaking his head, the young boy holds the saber out for the master. ❛ i wasn't using it. ❜ he states. it's a lie. his defenses are now raised as he huffs. ❛Besides, even if I did use it, what's wrong with that ? ❜ an innocent question. despite his late entry into the jedi training, anakin had been able to pick up a great deal. he moved into the padawan stage quicker than most apprentices, & his ability to act fast in duels was met with two different responses.

most times, the older jedi didn't acknowledge him more than they needed to. this felt like a rare treat for the young boy. ❛ are you going to tell master obi-wan ? ❜

a walk in the woods prompts , co - starring @tellstales as eylin systra.