* sorrow / victory !

“... YOU MUST understand that not even the jedi know all there is to be known about the force; no mortal mind can. we speak of the will of the force as someone ignorant of gravity might say it is the will of a river to flow to the ocean; it is a metaphor that describes our IGNORANCE. the simple truth - if any truth is ever simple - is that we do not truly know what the will of the force may be. we can NEVER KNOW. it is so far beyond our limited understanding that we can only surrender to its mystery. ”

[starwarsfilms]

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padmé:

      — * ･ﾟ  ♡   &. “the force?” she repeats with a scoff. the idea seems ridiculous, she has never been force sensitive, although she always believed it would have come in handy. she chooses to believe him though, supposing stranger things have happened in the name of the force. she inspects her body once more, making sure it is her, that she was as flesh and bone as the man in front of her. she seems surprised that obi wan is not in the know, always thinking of him as the wisest soul. it was in the way he carried himself, his eyes reflecting a truth of the universe that she couldn’t comprehend. he had lost more than anyone she has ever known, after all. despite the situation being confusing, to know that he didn’t understand as well was comforting. “well, i am glad to be here.” where here is, a castle of sorts, something that reminds her of home, yet not quite. she hesitates, her expression sobering in thought. she’s not sure if she would be crossing boundaries with an embrace, so she keeps her arms at her side, despite the craving for human touch, for comfort. “and i’m glad to see you, general.” she looks away, inspecting the scenery around them. “did i miss anything?” there’s a tinge of sarcasm there.

    *   he  raises  a  brow  at  her  scoff ,  arms  coming  up  to  cross  and  sit  against  his  chest .  although  he  cannot  blame  her  (  those  foreign  to  the  workings  of  the  force  rather  did  seem  to  question  its  very  worth  in  times  of  need   )  his  lips  curl  in  amusement.  ❛  is  that  truly  so  difficult  to  believe ,  senator ?  the  force  does  work  in  mysterious  ways ,  i’m  sure  you’ve  gathered  that  yourself   after  everything  we’ve  been  through  together .  ❜  his  smile  grows  more  genuine  at  her  words ,  features  softer  and  he  reaches  towards  her  and  squeezes  her  shoulder ,  a  sentiment  almost  out  of  character  for  him ,  usually  keeping  his  hands  tucked  into  his  robe  or  to  stroke  his  facial  hair  in  thought .  ❛  as  am  i ,  padmé .  i  regret  how  little  time  we  had  in  our  ‘  past  lives  ’  to  grow  closer  as  friends  . . .  perhaps  this  time ,  things  can  be  different .  ❜  without  lies ,  he  almost  says .  the  deception  her  and  anakin  fed  everyone  (  him  )  had  never  quite  been  forgotten ,  and  he  often  has  wondered  if  they  had  ever  planned  on  telling  him  (  or  anyone  )  if  things  hadn’t  gone  the  way  they  had .  ❛  not  much ,  ❜  his  tone  wry ,  one  side  of  his  mouth  turned  up  as  he  tucks  his  hands  into  his  robes  once  more .  ❛  just  another  war ,  the  growth  of  your  children ,  and  anakin  being  . . .  well ,  anakin .  ❜

[uncivilizcd]

8tracks.

I.      BAD  BLOOD.

oh ,  it's  so  sad  to  think  about  the  good  times ,  you  and  i  //  ‘ cause ,  baby ,  now  we've  got  bad  blood .  you  know  it  used  to  be  MAD  LOVE ,  so  take  a  look  what  you've  done .

II.     DON’T  LET  ME  DOWN.  

i  call  your  name  but  you're  not  around ,  i  say  your  name  but  you're  not  around ,  i  need  you  right  now  //   i  really  thought  you  were  on  my  side ,  but  now  there's  nobody  by  my  side .  

III.    ANAKIN  VS.  OBI-WAN.  //  INSTRUMENTAL .

IV.   ONE  WAY  OR  ANOTHER.  

one  way  or  another ,  i'm  gonna  find  you ,  i'm  gonna  GET  YOU .  one  way  or  another ,  i'm  gonna  win  you  .  i'm  gonna  get  you ,  get  you .  one  way  or  another ,  i'm  gonna  SEE  YOU ,  i'm  gonna  meet  you .

V.     SEE  YOU  AGAIN.  

it's  been  a  long  day  without  you ,  my  friend ,  and  i'll  tell  you  all  about  it  when  i  see  you  again .  we've  come  a  long  way  from  where  we  began .  i'll  tell  you  all  about  it  when  i  see  you  again  //   small  turn  to  a  friendship ,  turn  into  a  bond  and  that  bond  will  never  be  broken  and  the  love  will never  get  lost  //  everything  i  went  through ,  you  were  standing  there  by  my  side ,  and  now  you  gonna  be  with  me  for  the  last  ride .  

VI.    LIGHT.

i'll  give  you  everything  i  have ,  i'll  teach  you  everything  i  know ,  i  promise  i'll  do  better  //  you are LOVED ,  you  are  loved  more  than  you  know .  i  hereby  pledge  all  of  my  days  to  prove  it  so ,  though  your  heart  is  far  too  young  to  realize  the  unimaginable  light  you  hold  inside .  

VII.   FOR  GOOD.  

i  know  i'm  who  i  am  today ,  because  i  knew  you .  //  who  can  say  if  i've  been  changed  for  the  better ,  but  because  i  knew  you ,  i  have  been  changed  for  good .     

VIII.  YOU’LL  BE  IN  MY  HEART.  //  ( BONUS )

from  this  day  on ,  now  and  forever  more ,  you'll  be  in  my  heart ,  no  matter  what  they  say ,  you'll  be  here  in  my  heart  always .

[uncivilizcd]

padmé:

      — * ･ﾟ  ♡   &.her eyes refocus on obi wan, eyes widening with recognition. his face, once a comfort, is now a reminder of pain. despite this, she smiles. “general kenobi.” her voice is soft, reflecting the tenderness she felt for him. they hadn’t been able to spend too much time together in the war, and what she heard about him from anakin wasn’t always positive, but she would always remember their first mission together, the one in tatooine. he had become a friend, someone she trusted with her life, which was rare to find in the galaxy. despite being disguised as a simple handmaiden, obi wan treated her with the respect of a queen. she remembers thinking the galaxy needed more people like him. her expression grows somber, her head tilting downward. “i thought i was gone forever.”

      *  he’s  never  quite  trusted  politicians  ;  he’s  found  they’ve  almost  always  ran  their  own  hidden  agendas ,  polite  fronts  for  more  sinister  (  selfish  )  desires  ——  he  doesn’t  take  to  being  lied  to  well .  however ,  exceptions  always  remained  and  padmé  remained  at  the  top  of  the  list  (  alongside  select  others ,  such  as  bail  organa  )  even  after  everything  they’ve  been  through ,  and  perhaps  BECAUSE  of  everything .  he  stands  before  her  in  the  moment ,  and  all  he  can  recall  is  grief  and  then  the  touch  of  death  upon  her  soul ,  her  child  within  his  arms  as  he  bids  the  shell  of  his  friend  farewell  ;  the  second  one  for  him  after  the  events  of  mustafar .  it  hurts  almost ,  a  slight  ache  in  the  chest  as  he  urges  his  own  lips  to  offer  at  least  a  fraction  of  a  smile ,  ❛  as  did  i ,  ❜  he  admits  with  a  slight  nod ,  yet  not  offering  more  on  what  his  words  mean  per  se ,   ❛  but  it  seems  the  force  has  other  plans  for  us .  however ,  unfortunately  i’m  as  informed  about  the  situation  as  you  are ,  senator .  ❜  he’s  aware  she  must  have  questions ,  some  he’s  not  sure  he  can  answer ,  but  he  feels  he  owes  it  to  her ,  a  twinge  of  guilt  that  has  sat  within  him  since  that  day  he  watched  the  life  seep  from  her  body  and  could  do  nothing  to  help  her .  

[uncivilizcd]

SATINE:

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. ❞

      * he  is  undeserving ,  a  simple  fact  he  chants  repetitively  through  pure  thoughts  alone ,  truth  of  a  matter  long  decided  a  time  long  ago ,  when  he  went  one  way  to  fight  in  arms  with  his  brothers ,  and  she  went  the  other  to  salvage  what  remained  of  her  home .  curious ,  still  the  case  had  remained  ——  she  was  loved  and  sought  after ,  roses  blooming  before  her  at  her  very  touch ,  and  yet  had  somehow  been  willing  (  even  if  for  a  brief  moment  )  to  settle  for  a  commoner .  her ,  an  angel  who  sang  with  the  nightingales  at  the  birth  of  dusk  and  shone  with  a  ferocious  intensity  that  rivaled  the  very  suns  he  grew  under ,  poor  and  with  a  thirst  for  so  much  more  than  life  could  then  offer .   ravenous ,  he  remains  for  her ,  for  her  glance ,  her  touch ,  for  her  affection  and  heart  —  can  you  love  a  man  broken  beyond  repair ,  he  wants  to  ask  her  ;  can  you  love  a  man  who  has  sworn  off  the  very  grounds  of  adoration  for  a  code ,  who  has  enclosed  his  own  heart  into  a  box  a  whole  lifetime  ago  —  can  you  love  a  man  who  has  forgotten  how  to  smile  ?  ❛  you  died  within  my  arms ,  duchess .  forgive  me  if  it’s  still  processing .  ❜  does  she  not  remember ,  know  of  the  pain  she’d  left  behind ,  joining  the  angels  above  and  leaving  him  with  a  pacing  devil  whose  cruel  smiles  taunt  him  of  what  he’s  lost  —  ❛  i’m  not  dreaming ,  am  i  ?  ❜  he  asks  in  a  breath ,  yet  it’s  not  phrased  as  a  question ,  the  answer  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue .

[uncivilizcd]

I.      BAD  DREAM.

feels  like  i'm  falling ,  into  a  WORLD ,  into  a  world  i  CAN’T  CONTROL. //  wake  me  up ,  i  wanna  FEEL  the  sun .

II.     EMPTY  CHAIRS  AT  EMPTY  TABLES.  

empty  chairs  at  empty  tables ,  now  my  friends  are  DEAD  and  GONE . //  OH  !  MY  FRIENDS ,  my  friends ,  forgive  me ,  that  i  live  and  you  are  gone .

III.    BINARY  SUNSET.  //  INSTRUMENTAL .

IV.   KING.  

you're  too  wrapped  up  in  your  self  doubt  //  you're  in  control ,  rid  of  the  monsters  inside  your  head ,  put  all  your  faults  to  bed ,  you  can  be  king  again .

V.     PRAY  FOR  ME.  

i'm  always  ready  for  a  war  again ,  go  down  that  road  again ,  it's  all  the  same .  // tell  me  who's  gon'  SAVE  ME  from  myself ,  when  this  life  is  all  i  know .  tell  me  who's  gon'  save  me  from  THIS  HELL . //  who  need  a  hero ?  ( hero )  you  need  a  hero ,  look  in  the  mirror ,  there  go  your  hero .

VI.   CLOUD  SMILES.  //  INSTRUMENTAL.

VII.   YOU’VE  GOT  A  FRIEND  IN  ME.  

when  the  road  looks  rough  ahead and  you're  MILES  and  MILES  from  your  nice  warm  bed ,  you  just  remember  what  your  old  pal  said ,  boy ,  you've  got  a  friend  in  me .  

VIII.  SATURN.  //  ( BONUS )

you  taught  me  the  COURAGE  OF  STARS  before  you  left ,  how  light  carries  on  endlessly ,  even  after  death .  //  with  shortness  of  breath ,  i’ll  explain  the  INFINITE ,  how  rare  and  beautiful  it  truly  is  that  we  exist .

[uncivilizcd]

PADMÉ:

     — * ･ﾟ  ♡   &.breathing was a habit. unnecessary now, but at times, she would find herself taking a deep breath, and she supposed it was because she was used to it, but truthfully, it helped her cope. it felt good to do something she used to do when she was alive, no matter how mundane the activity was. before she had passed, she pictured a heaven of sorts. the lake by naboo. the grass would be green, the water misting her skin. her family would be around her, and… and so would anakin. oh, anakin. how she missed him. and eventually, she could be reunited with luke and leia. ahsoka and obi wan. funny how you never wanted a loved one to die, until you are dead yourself. it was a lonely feeling where she was, no lakes in sight. there was no sight. she was entirely alone, her vision bleak and black. she hated black. it was such a harsh color. staring at it for so many years helped her realize how much she hated it. but it was good, at the same time. it left room for reflection and contemplation, with no distraction. she wasn’t sure what changed. maybe it was her strong desire to help with the resistance, to see her children. but slowly, bit by bit, she began to see more. until she was fully composed, stretching out as if she had just woken up from a nap. tingles ran through her body, the feeling similar to pins and needles. she took a deep breath. a habit, of course. padmé looked around, trying to gauge her surroundings, stopping when she noticed a figure. “hello?” it was odd to hear her own voice again, yet still a relief.

       *   HE  WAS  NOT  BLIND  (  no  matter  what  anakin  seemed  to  think  of  him ).  obi-wan  could  tell  there  was  something  amidst  the  looks  anakin  and  padmé  gave  each  other  across  the  room ,  could  feel  a  certain  tension  while  in  their  proximity ,  knew  his  padawan  better  than  the  lies  he  told .  he  loved  her ,  a  simple  truth  confirming  his  long  held  suspicions  that  left  him  gnawing  on  his  bottom  lips ,  wringing  his  hands  while  brows  knitted  together  in  tension .  so  he  loved  her ,  but  did  he  love  her  enough  to  leave  them ,  the  jedi ,  him  ??  the  first  and  last  act  of  petty  defiance ,  but  he  supposes  he  never  quite  got  the  answer  —  anakin  disappointed  them  both  in  the  end .  ❛  SENATOR ,  is  that  you  ??  ❜  padmé,  he  should  say ,  fighting  himself  to  keep  from  verbally  correcting  himself  —  it’s  difficult  to  abandon  such  formalities ,  even  after  everything  they’ve  been  thorough  together .  pleasant  surprise ,  however  ,  laced  within  his  tone ,  paired  with  something  more  —  he’s  missed  her .

[persephonememes]

sentence prompts ➝  red queen

❛ The truth is what I make it. ❜

❛ I could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜

❛ Anyone can betray anyone.” ❜

❛ Words can lie. See beyond them. ❜

❛ I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened. ❜

❛ Flame and shadow. One cannot exist without the other. ❜

❛ If you know someone’s fear, you know them. ❜

❛ Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again. ❜

❛ You should know the difference between secrets and lies. ❜

❛ What I need and what I want are two very different things. ❜

❛ I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall. ❜

❛ There’s nothing wrong with being different. ❜

❛ To look powerful is to be powerful. ❜

❛ I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again. ❜

❛ So you choose him? ❜

❛ That’s all this ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. ❜

❛ It’s our nature. We destroy. It’s the constant of our kind. ❜

❛ A lie will raise me up, and one day another lie will bring me down. ❜

❛ There are worse lives to live. Don’t feel sorry for me. ❜

❛ Together, they’ve written a tragedy. ❜

❛ And now I’m the sheep pretending to be a wolf. ❜

❛ Revolution needs a spark, and even sparks burn. ❜

❛ Sometimes his silence is better than anyone else’s words. ❜

❛ They trained me for this. ❜

❛ I will never stop fighting. ❜

❛ Once, I was afraid of these walls, frightened by such beauty. But I see the cracks now. ❜

❛ As beautiful as this world is, it’s just as dangerous. ❜

❛ Fear will get me killed ❜

❛ You know people, you understand them, you see through them. ❜

❛ No one notices, no one even cares, when I fade away again. ❜

❛ I’m a shadow, and no one remembers shadows. ❜

❛ We know when to fight and when to run. ❜

❛ Time moves slowly when you’re waiting for something good ❜

❛ She’s like an earthquake in tiny human form, breaking apart anything and everything in her way. ❜

❛ The truth doesn’t matter. It only matters what the people believe. ❜

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[uncivilizcd]

AHSOKA:

Ahsoka held on tightly to Obi-Wan, as if to convince herself that this was real. It wasn’t a dream. She would not wake up in a cold sweat on a battleground far from here, aching for a time long past. No, this was real. When he released her, Ahsoka took a small step back as she looked up at him. This was how she remembered Obi-Wan. In their last meeting, the gravity of time had caught up with them both. Another war had been waging then, and Ahsoka was not able to reunite for very long. He had been training a boy. And if she had stayed… it may have tipped Vader off to their location. “You missed that disturbance, don’t kid yourself,” Ahsoka teased, her grin finally forming. She had missed Obi-Wan greatly. 

      she  was  real , not  a  figment  of  his  past , a  ghost-like  figure  haunting  his  very  conscious  like  they  had  on  tatooine . solitude  had  paid  its  dues  on  obi-wan’s  mind  upon  that  desert  planet , looking  for  people who  were  no  more , hearing  those  that  had  long  since  abandoned  him  for  power .  ❛  i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about,  ❜  he  feigns , nose  in  the  air  haughtily , before  quickly  changing  topics  with  a  sense  of  self  preservation .  ❛  i  see  you’ve  returned  to  your  younger  self  as  well .  perhaps  foolish  to  say  but  it  almost  feels  as  if  nothing  has  changed .  ❜   if  as  she  never  left ,  and  anakin  never  turned  to  the  dark  side . the  comment  has  him  sighing  softly  at  the  end ,  tone  museful  and  obi-wan  means  it  —  if  he  closed  his  eyes  right  this  moment ,  he’s  sure  he  could  almost  fool  himself  into  believing  almost  no  time  had  passed ,  that  ahsoka  was  still  anakin’s  (  and  his  )  padawan  and  they  were  still  stuck  amidst  what  seemed  a  never-ending  war .

[ewock]

So, you’re finally happy? Don’t worry, it won’t last. (insp.)

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anakin:

a sense of perplexity strikes when obi-wan mentions his own mistakes that need pardoning–– eerily in terms of intensity, astute in its determination to make itself known. it befalls him hastily, as though years of his life weren’t spent hating the man before him. as if his every waking moment since becoming a RULER of the living and conqueror of the breathless was never accompanied by an obscene expression of a deep-rooted hatred that stemmed from its mighty, ferocious predecessor: anger. he hated obi-wan.  the mere thought of him would coarsen his blood into a thick paste worthy of being compared to the murky waters of the underworld. he wanted so badly to KILL HIM, to murder the only light that still remained from his past. and so he did. but when that happened,  the very universe wailed out, because his very core ( where anakin began and darth vader became a memory ) demanded it to, and it always did as he directed. even the stars came to fear a man who once feared EVERYTHING ; he was the destroyer of all, even the only man  he ever entrusted with his whole being, his entire life. obi-wan came to not only hold anakin’s entirety in his grasp, but he became it. even when hatred’s fumes burned vividly within  a charred heart of ash, the love he held for obi-wan would continue to haunt him, as it does now. “ no, ”  he replies hastily, as though the need to wipe those thoughts from such a troubled mind is urgent. yes, all of anakin’s life was spent blaming obi-wan for the rugged arches of his own troubles, but that notion has since perished within the walls of its own venomous fallacy. is he too late ? “ i failed you. ” and the words hang in the air as though he’s meant to say master as a final punctuation, as he once did. anakin NEARLY does.  “ there was nothing you could have done for me. ”  with that, he chooses to look into the eyes of his old friend––  briefly, he sees the same flames that once engulfed their every detail when he last looked upon him with his own eyes.

        ❛   YOU   DID.   ❜    blunt,   the   words  he   speaks   are,   conceding   them   to   the   other   with   no   more   than   a   tiny   shrug,   almost    non - existent    —   he   cannot   lie,   the   pain   sits   within    him   even   today,   right   in   the   moment   as   he   lives   and   breathes   once   more  ...  his   padawan   FAILED   HIM.   obi-wan   has   lived   and   breathed   the   code   as   if   it   held   the   answer   to   existence   itself,   for   if   qui-gon   hadn’t   made   the  conscious   decision   to   pick   him   up   that  day,   to   offer   a   salvation    from   the   mundane    life    of    a    farmer’s    reality   he   would   have   soon    known,   who   would    he   be   ??   who   is  obi-wan   if  not   enthralled    and   wrapped   immensely   within   the  comfort   of   the   force,   as   a   child   to   its   mother’s   bosom,   security   found   within   an  essence   that   had   led   him   to   no   wrong  —  a   way   of   living   he  could  not   show   his   own   apprentice,   could   not   offer   a   path   of   clarity   and   light   he’d   been   seeking   from   his   master.   yes,   he   failed   anakin.   ❛   but   i’ve   had   a   long   time   to   think,   and   if   only   i   had   listened   when   you   reached   out   to   me,   if   i   hadn’t   brushed   away   your   concerns   as  if   you   were   still   a   mere   child   —   i   failed   you,   anakin,  as   both   your   master   and  your   friend,   and   i   hope   you   can   find   it   within   yourself   to   forgive   me.   ❜    to   forgive   yourself,   he  wants   to  say,   to   offer   him   a   line   to   clutch   and   behold,   as   if   he   were   still   his   guardian,   protecting   him   from   the   cruelty   of   the   outside   world.    there   are   consequences   for   actions,   especially   within   a   life   given   anew,   bloodshed   and   sin   etched   into   memories   of   the   past   (   and   this   time,   he   can’t   protect   the   other   man,   shield   him   from   the   wrongdoings   that   will   haunt   him   for   the   rest   of   his   existence   to   come.  )   a   chuckle,   almost   hollow   and   yet   tinted   with   something   more.   ❛   i’m   afraid   we’ve   both   been   quite   foolish,   old   friend   —   but   it   doesn’t   change  ...  how   glad    i   am   to   see  you  again.  ❜  

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ventress:

           “    IT  MUST  TRULY  be  a  new  life  if  you’re  calling  something  that  i  said  honorable.    ”

     ❛   STRANGER  THINGS   have   happened,   my   darling    —   let's    just    say   you’ve   left   quite   an   impression.  ❜ 

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REY:

IT starts as a hum. warm. friendly. familiar. nothing malicious but she recognizes it as none other than the force. this placed— planet oozed it. but now standing here she felt it so strong. curiosity blooms in rey’s young soul and she’s turning to find the cause of it. blinking once. twice. a figure passes her seemingly having his own plans at a destination. he sweeps past her with a ethereal glow and she tries to place his face within rushing thoughts. LITTLE ONE chimes in a distant memory. smiliar to a dream. she can’t quite place it.  the nickname had irked her slightly. she wanted— had to appear strong. not just for herself, but the resistance. as he fades farther and farther from view a puzzled rey stands stiff before limbs are moving for her. in a youthful sprint forward she’s following him. eyes burning with hopeful curiosity. “ you there, ” distinct accent that is none other than reys announces her presence to him. she is a alto, soft femininity laced into the words she speaks. she comes to a halt before him with a smile of greeting. thoughts hadn’t really been gathered therefore she didn’t really have a plan of action… “ i’m rey. ” in a awkward jolt forward to him small form is outstretching her hand in greeting to shake. she couldn’t exactly say the force wavered around him aloud. that being the only people she had felt a similar feeling around had been leia, luke, and kylo ren… * @uncivilizcd

           SIMPLY   GOING   ABOUT   HIS   OWN   BUSINESS   ;  but   alas  he   welcomes  the  interruption.   a   blink   in   response   to  the  hand,   surprise   written   across   his   features   —   it’s   there   within   him,   a   twinge   of   familiarity   he   will   acknowledge   exists  ...   he   knows  her   —   and   yet   perhaps   not.   (   the  force   works   in   mysterious   way   )    ❛   hello   LITTLE   ONE,   ❜   it   feels   as   if   a   test,   as   he  speaks  the   words   sitting   upon   his   lips,   breathes  them   into   existence   with   a   growing   smile,   gentle  and  sweet.   his   own   hand  reaches   out   and   takes   her   outstretched   one,   and   obi-wan   can   FEEL   how   the   force   engulfs   the  child   as   if   she   were   its   own,  a   slight   narrowing   of   eyes   in   question.   ‘  interesting.  ’    he   pulls   his   hand   back   after   a   moment   of   shaking   and   keeps   the   smile   painted   on,   hands   entwined  before  him,   hidden  within   his  robes.   so   much   has   changed   while   some   thing   remain   the   same  —   war   with   different   names,   jedi   still   sparse   and   left   hung   out   to   dry,   a   code  thrown   out   the  window   a   lifetime   ago,   and   here   stands   before   him   a   testament   of   the  fact.    ❛   i  am   ben.   ❜   LIAR,   a   voice   whispers,   but   he’d   argue   ben   is   who   he’s   become,   akin   to   a  skin   he’s   settled   within   to   shield    himself    from   the  cruel   frost   —   obi-wan   is   dead.

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      well,  this  is  a  curious  situation  —  the  thought  circles  his  mind,  hands  clutching  the  withered  paper  with  a  gentleness,  a  silent  fear  it  would  fall  apart  at  the  touch  (  the  very  reason  he  hesitated  picking  it  up  in  the  first  place,  but  curiosity  won  out  over  caution  in  the  end,  it  always  did  with  obi-wan.  )   the  paper   practically  HUMS  within  his  grasp,  calling  to  him  through  the  force,  drawing  him  in  as  it  did  throughout  his  explorations  only  moments  earlier,  a  quiet  nudge  through  his  defenses  that  led  him  to  the  room  of  books,  rustling  through  a  pile  until  he  found  what  he  was  looking  for,  singing  to  him  from  within  the  pages  of  one  scattered  at  the  bottom.  a  MAP ...  intriguing,  and  he  can  make  out  markings  until  a  conclusion  is  formed  it’s  of  the  planet  itself  —  a  planet  both  parties  were  still  in  the  dark  about.  it  feels  heavier  within  his  hand  at  the  realization  of  its  importance  and  obi-wan  lets  out  a  drawn  out  breath.   (  @fvrmboy  )

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           oh my friends, my friends forgive me                     that I live and you are gone.