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I am simply thankful for your existence- whether I am meant to be a part of it or not.
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FINN:
“i wish i could.” Finn wishes that someone, anyone, would explain it to him. Wishes he could figure it out himself. Finn doesn’t see it as a blessing, like the General had mentioned. “Finn.” He offers her a smile, and takes her hand. “Finn. Of I’ve got no clue. And uh, I prefer Finn?”
❝ you don’t know where you’re from ?? ❞ after the release of his hand, satine’s delicate features turn into one of concussion, and empathy. ❝ i’m in charge of over 1500 star systems, perhaps i could be of some assistance. ❞
KENOBI:
with loss comes a wisdom — one must learn to deal with the gaping hole in your chest, the emptiness that befounds you. however, her very existence forces him to question all he’s taught himself, through the knowledge she stands there before him alone, living and breathing. THE TOUCH OF AN ANGEL ! oh but is temptation not a sin that eats at you, at him, as he is at war with only himself and a fluid rush of emotions, entangling with the love and devotions he holds for the woman before him, suffocating him until he forgets how to breathe. the truth aches, for love her, he does — so much, unforgivably so, as he struggles to keep himself from giving into her touch, from pulling her into his embrace and asking her to deny him once more. ( deny me ! his mind whispers in a fury, save yourself before it’s too late once more. ) however, weak he remains as he does exactly the opposite of what he wishes he was strong enough to do, releasing a sigh filled evermore with a pain he cannot voice out loud. his hand reaches up and touches hers upon his cheek, soft aching within his heart as he gives her all he can offer through a stare —— before pulling away. ❛ satine, please. ❜ a silent plea hidden within firm words, yet he has forgotten there is no code for the dead, nothing quite there holding him back from giving in this time, and old habits die hard. ( a pity. ) ❛ when did you return ? considering the circumstances of your … death, are you alright ? are you injured ? ❜ back to business as always — old habits truly do die hard.
CELESTIAL BEINGS —— when two stars collide, does the universe weep for their loss ?? there is beauty in the lowering of lashes over cerulean hues, the curvature of cherubic lips when the cloak of sorrow. what are they if not TRAGEDY ?? no fairytale bears the light of the sun without casting a shadow. there’s nothing rebellious about her loving something that can’t love her. she’s a woman, she should have known that men in the city would split her in half searching for their fathers in between her legs. yet she knows him blind. would know him by the cadence of his steps alone, would know him by touch, her fingers familiar with valleys and hills, with the gentle planes and hardened peaks. she would know him in death. she takes one look at him as he stands , sees the furrow of his brow and the plea in his eyes. and it’s as easy as this, falling back into familiar routine. no man could live up to the one that lives in her head. realistically, she couldn’t love him, he was a small war. but she wants to know when he decided that he wasn’t worth love — why he deems himself unworthy. ❝ i’m FINE — stop the incessant picking — ❞ she doesn’t mind that he steps away, she’s glad he’s got the self control she so desperately has a lack there of. ❝ i’m starting to believe you find me only when you need relief, master jedi. ❞
Peach pompadour | The Duchess
uncivilizcd:
❛ it feels as if i last saw you a lifetime ago. ❜ and isn’t that the truth ? caught in a galaxy ravaged by war, watching ( listening ) as the confession seeps through lips, a voice filled with a sorrow, akin to nightingales before the slaughter — i love you. the words stay ingrained into his very soul, as his heart weeps yet mind strives to remain dedicated to a cause ( THE CAUSE ) for death is an inevitable. a grim reaper sits on his shoulders, giggling into his ear and whispering its intentions — hold them close, it says with a sharp grin and a silver of a shiver dances across his spine, they’ll be mine soon. the mark of death placed upon the KENOBI name, the promise of an inevitable goodbye, soaked with blood and loss — nobody stays too long, not with him. ( i’m fine, he’ll say with a smile painted onto his face, i’m always fine. ) nothing has changed for is this not the same galaxy, ravaged by yet another war, circumstances eerily mirroring one they’ve always known ? ❛ i’m afraid a lot has changed since we last saw each other, duchess. ❜ eyes soften and obi-wan takes another step towards her direction, hand itching to touch her once more, to do what he’’s always yearned to do, as his voice betrays his calm with a touch of grief. ❛ i was certain i’d never see you again. ❜
there is something calming about the steady raise and fall of his chest — to think herself enamoured with him pulls at something within her, something that had lain dormant amidst turmoil and FEAR, something she dare not name least she makes it real … least she admits to herself, and to whatever deaf deity that watches over her, that this feeling blooming within her chest constricted by her own hands is true. she was not truly afraid of admitting to herself that she enjoys his company, but rather, she feared saying out loud would drive him away, make him go back to high built walls and a jedi resolve she can feel wavering whenever their skin touches. only in the most dire of moments shall she divulge her most obvious secret to him. ❝ is that what’s bothering you so, darling ?? ❞ ( — he gave her peace in a lifetime of war — she can see he’s twisted up on the inside as he tries to speak with her and — the grief of his voice ) the look in his eyes reminds her of her never ending nights with him, not yet seasoned as a duchess and he was a mere padawan. the broken remenants of her heart ache when he’s close — but his words of never seeing her again break her resolve. her lithe hand goes to stoke its way down his cheek, his jaw.
uncivilizcd:
the slight laugh escapes him before he can swallow it back, head tiling with a fondness reserved evermore for the woman who had struck her fists at the wall he’d built around his wounded heart. jedi weren’t meant to form attachments, a teaching that haunts his being in whispers, right now in his head as he stares at a ghost brought back to life ( although arguably he was no different, death too had come knocking on his door ). a wall constructed one by one as he collects a lifetime of pain within himself, built to protect that sacred organ that gave all the blessing and yet CURSE to love — her mere existence threatens his hard work. ❛ what can i say — i’ve grown quite fond of it over the years. ❜ his tongue resists the impulsive desire to add another term of endearment to the end of his sentence, as his own hands comes up to stroke his beard, thoughtful expression taking over. ❛ you, my darling, haven’t changed one bit. ❜ ( clearly, his self restraint needs some work. )
they are older now. not wiser, no —- but more aware. more rough around the edges. the galaxy had shifted from beneath their feet and they had shifted along with it, thorn apart by a war which ought not to be their own to begin with. and perhaps here lies the TRAGEDY : she can say she loves him and he can not say it back, can never say it back. they took such tender care of tomorrow, that they died on the way there. she is the house in the country and he is the leaky roof. she’s placed pots and pans where he’s leaked through her. where he’s tapdanced with her across piano keys. where he’s loopholed her into a melody. ❝ apologies, my dear master kenobi. were you expecting something different ?? ❞ cherubic lips twist into a smile, but she has the strangest and eeriest of feelings that she hasn’t seen the general in quite some time ( — it’s enough to distract her from his affectionate names.) the face of her jedi is a little more worn, a little more disheveled. something she can’t quite place. ❝ you look — DIFFERENT. dare i say older ?? ❞ ( — she’s never been one for tact. )
ofmechcnics:
“ ——— the resistance isn’t in the business of kidnapping. you’re safe here. just lost. “
❝ resistance ?? can i safely assume that’s just another code name for the republic, then ?? ❞
saturn // sleeping at last.
uncivilizcd:
his name upon her lips has his heart faltering. her voice invokes an overwhelming sense of relief and it takes all his willpower combined to stop himself, to halt from taking her into his arms right then and there, all simply to bask in her inevitable warmth ( — this time without the looming sense of incoming death lingering before them, in her eyes as she stares up at him, and him down at her with a panic he’s never forgotten, a dread that eats at his soul as he feels hers leave her limp body ). ❛ you’re alive, ❜ he repeats back at her, head tiling slightly as a sigh of relief follows the words. ❛ satine… i… ❜ so many words unsaid, lingering in the air around them and obi-wan doesn’t know where to start.
it almost makes her laugh. here they are, normally so much to say ( — rather, argue ) but stand speechless in front of each other. it’s called falling for a reason. there’s no net, there’s no parachute to keep her safe. she has a metaphorical broken body because she couldn’t even catch herself. they were a promise made in youth but their lives now were different — they made more important promises to different, important people.they had flown to close to the son, and the son hath burnt them. ❝apt observation , master kenobi. ❞ the air between the pair is filled with everything she wants to say. she figures they must have somehow escaped maul. her teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❝ i was under the impression you were getting rid of this, ❞ she motions her hand to imitate a beard.
❝ then can you explain to my why i’ve come to be on this forsaken planet ?? ❞ her words may come off as a tad bit snide, but she means them with the best intentions and she tries to offer the young man a smile. ❝ duchess kryze of mandalore, ❞ a lithe hand is offered out. ❝ but i prefer satine. ❞
mavnovar:
Maverik fought his urge to just throw up a finger and fuck with her. One cred, he wanted to say, but being rude would only cause more trouble. “I don’t know. ma’am. If there is a bounty, then I’m sure you’d be worth a lot.”
satine feigns friendly, only polite to return the favor. ❝ if you are not the apparent kidnapper, then please, enlighten me on where we could possibly be. are you lost too ?? ❞
pamarthen:
“Hi – you’re not?” Aubrey’s voice is laced with concern. “You’re not being held hostage.”
❝ do you have any sort of idea to where we might be, then ?? my time is quite valuable, dear. ❞
uncivilizcd:
breathless, as if the air’s been knocked out of his lungs — this must be an illusion. ❛ does it matter — no monetary value could ever define you, my dear. ❜
❝ ben, ❞ a tone reserved, more hushed, delicate than her booming voice that lended to her overshadowing presence as a regent. longing, pining for someone is the same as war, she thinks, it all kills you. slow like a cancer or as fast a saber through the neck. seeing him again isn’t helping her remission, but at least she feels SAFE. comforted, even. if he was around, there wasn’t much danger he wouldn’t thwart. ❝ you’re... alive,❞ there’s relief in her voice, the same softness. if it kept her soft, she would let him break her heart everyday.
weooo boop beee !! “ who are you ?? ” bb-8 timidly rolls away from the other, photo-receptors clinging to every one of their features in search of familiarity. this planet has a way of making him more anxious than usual around strange faces.
❝ i OBVIOUSLY don’t speak binary ,❞ she looks down at the droid, eyebrows arched. ❝ you’ll have to show me what you need.❞
❝ it’s been a while since i’ve been held hostage. please, do tell me what the current bounty is set at. ❞
“S’little REDUNDANT t’say that coulda’ve gone better, HUH?”
❝ wait, did you crash land us on ANOTHER planet ??!! ❞