#tumana

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takes a while to remove those sith tattoos

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😭😭 the reunion they deserve for #oc kiss week

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but oh, my heart was flawed i knew my weakness so hold my hand consign me not to darkness

meme here

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now with HD tattoos

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semi-redraws of screenshots ft. my darling sith inquisitor

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911 i keep making sith inquisitors

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and have this on its own too

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Her eyes burned under half-lids, dull glow against the lowlight of the room. Her teeth remained gritted, jaw clenching under the pressure of her anger, which seethed beneath her skin. 

Her rage always got the better of her, and even now, it twisted her clarity in favour of her would-be enemy. Fingers brushing the tip of her saber, Naoma strode forward, tense silence as she passed the guards stationed at the entrance to the office, dismissing them with a wave of her hand.

She entered, eyes glued to the figure hunched over a desk in the corner. He spoke without warning as he always did, skilled enough to sense her presence from a mile away.

“Naoma Jan? What business do you have with me?” he spoke clear and sharp, unmoving from his study.

Her face twisted into a frown, red heating her cheeks. Even with the threat of a light saber hum, he did not move from his spot.

“I take it you are not here for a friendly discussion?” The scrawl of his pen ceased.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Even with the distance between, he felt her stare pressing into his back. His head raised ever so slightly.

“My dear, I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean.”