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@whitesunsberu sent: “Clearly my perception of time is nonexistent right now.”
“Yeah...” She looked at the other with furrowed brows. Her hand sympathetically reached out for the other’s shoulder. She knew that feeling. Even though it had been quite some time for her since her first time travelling with the Doctor, she could still remember the feeling. “You get used to it.”
@whitesunsberu liked for a starter !
The night was late and the sands empty, the silence so complete and all consuming that any noise which pierced it seemed to echo in comparison. Head bowed over the table, Owen's weight propped on the smooth surface through his arms as he listened to the sound of Beru's footsteps drawing closer. There was a scratch on the tabletop he picked at with a finger, making a vow to see it fixed before it grew worse.
"Is he back asleep?" There was a tiredness that was more than physical marking Owen's face when he looked up at Beru, something that showed it wasn't just Luke's lately sleepless nights that was bothering him. Following that attack, he couldn't blame the kid for having nightmares, didn't blame the kid if sometimes he refused to settle for anyone but Beru.
He didn't even blame Ben, who showed up at the end, or the woman that caused the nightmares after she carried Luke back, choosing not to hurt him. She'd once stood with a glowing blade of red against Owen's neck, talking about what he was willing to do for his family, and then brought his family back.
So if he didn't blame Beru and didn't blame Luke, didn't blame Ben or the former Inquisitor, then who was left to hold responsible for the seething mass of worry settling inside Owen's chest?
“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “ @whitesunsberu
There’s a brief grumble, an uncomfortable shift. He was already in unfamiliar territory, it was probably unwise to pick fights when he didn’t have a say. But perhaps it was just the way he was trained, raised, born, that he couldn’t simply just be a bystander with someone in trouble. “ Yeah whatever. ” response is mumbled, “ Just don’t get used to it. ”
* ― 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . | ACCEPTING.
∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together
* . ♡ “ so what’s this one called ? ” ellie had seen the look of curiosity cross the other woman’s face when she had told @whitesunsberu that her main reason for BEING was, well to cook, to bake. elenore’s entire life up until the moment she disappeared into this new universe was cooking for people. fingers wrapped around the small round piece of food, before she placed it back down on the bench.
she then rested her back against the counter, as blue eyes watched beru move around the small kitchen. “ because to me - ” the brunette started, grabbing the stem of her drink and taking a sip. “ it looks like a kiwi fruit. ” it really did - the green colour was so VIBRANT that ellie had to do a double take when she spotted it. she promised that she was helping, and not just drinking their version of alcohol while beru did all the work.
@whitesunsberu asked: ❝ you never know. the universe has a kind of thing about working these things out. ❞ ↬ the quarry sentence starters
optimism was a rare sort of BEAUTY that not many possessed in times of war, especially when that beauty radiated off of the people that wars and HARDSHIPS effected the most. it was the kind of beauty that symphony could appreciate and often tried her best to EXPRESS in her past life. but now, as a pariah? as a queen cast out of her own home?
now it was much more difficult to see the beauty left in the universe, and it left her wondering whether or not the universe was ever KIND.
❛ that is a very honorable way of looking at things, ❜ she looks back to the stranger apologetically. ❛ i did not mean to trouble you with my woes. i suppose i’m just more HOMESICK today than i normally am. ❜
@whitesunsberu sent ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way .
Her arm is pulled and not a breath later Padmè hears the sound of blaster fire. The light of it whizzing just to the right of her. Her heart stops. It would have hit her in the chest. She turns her attention to her rescuer, “I think I owe you my life for that,” she admits to Beru.
* ― ‘ not just a scratch ‘ | ACCEPTING.
* . ♡ it had been a blaster shot, at least that’s what owen had called it - tuskens like to adventure close to their moisture farm. all of this seemed to go over ellie’s head, but she had nodded along, listening intently to the warning that he gave her. don’t go near them. it was the least that ellie could do, considering that the lars’ had taken her in and given her shelter. ellie had come to realise that a blaster shot would probably hurt JUST as badly as a bullet - therefore making up her mind that she had NO intention on getting herself shot.
it was later that evening, the brunette was unable to sleep - missing her own bed, and somewhere the had more ambient noise. she decided to make her way to the small kitchen downstairs to grab herself some ... blue milk (that still didn’t sound right to her but it actually tasted amazing), but she paused when she noticed the soft glow coming from the bathroom. coming closer to the doorway, ellie winced a couple of times as she spotted @whitesunsberu, with what looked like medical supplies scattered around the room, trying her best to patch up a bad looking wound on her stomach.
ellie hadn’t realised that she had gotten shot - which probably meant that owen didn’t either. a hushed gasp brought ellie back to the present, before she worked up the courage to do something. stepping into the bathroom with beru, ellie took the gauze from the other woman. “ you get many rowdy people around here ? ” she questioned picking up the blue looking substance from the sink. “ because that doesn’t seem safe... ”
@whitesunsberu : ‘ another story that’s sad & true . ’
half smile curls ‘pon mouth , the moment shared between them bittersweet . she’s spent as long as she can remember longing for her family .
perhaps the other woman is right , her story is sad and true . ❝ it is what it is . ❞ she brushes it off , a habit the scavenger grew into rather quickly .
