under the bunta tree

verosha aniseya rp blog // penned by sawyer // 24 (EST)

[under-the-bunta-tree]

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literate | 18+ nsfw | penned by sawyer ~ I roleplay both on Tumblr and Discord; please DM me if you are interested in writing together

I am fairly easygoing when it comes to writing style and length, but I do like to write dynamic stories. NO physical violence or non-con of any kind, thanks!

[sceyth]

      ➖ for @under-the-bunta-tree ,

she had to believe what was in front of her. it was easier said than done. anything she could feel with her hands, hold in her palms, touch with her fingers, had the look of something that had never existed. always, she was in a half-asleep and half-awake state. reality and dreams were easy enough to separate back when she didn't dream. but more and more nights, she saw a face in the darkness behind her eyes. it was her own face, but not quite. the same shade of brown as her eyes, but not quite. the way the light glinted off those eyes gave them a peculiar shine. red, yellow, black. she couldn't begin to know the colors, could hardly remember their names.

does the name 'osha' mean anything?

she could hardly remember the name of anything. some days, she could feel herself forgetting her own name. the sound of it slipping off the tip of her tongue, trying to escape, trying to be gone forever. so much of her mind was that—trying to hide from her, run from her.

brendok. at least she remembered the name of her home. where she was, the halls she ran. the pristine but empty halls. the clean floors and scrubbed walls. the unburnt wires. it all looked so wrong. and there was supposed to be writing on those walls. osha. osha. osha. she looked for the word, the letters. she had the feeling it had to be here somewhere. she followed the cleanness of the walls to an old, familiar corridor.

she pressed a button and the door wouldn't open. she waited for the whir of machine, the slide of mechanism, but nothing happened, and no one came. mae held a hand in front of her, and the thread that connected all things in the universe pulled the door open for her. she stepped past the threshold, looking around. there was someone there. there had to be. mae had to tell them something.

[under-the-bunta-tree]

brendok. olega. coruscant. it didn't matter where it happened—the dream was always the same. running down corridors, fighting for more time to find what she was looking for before the seconds ran out and consciousness claimed her. each night another chance to rescue what she had lost, to repave the path they were meant to walk together.

Mae. Mae. Mae.

she could feel her in the Force and in the fabric of her mind, a memory in the shape of her own body. verosha knew better than to trust it—her sister was always out of reach, the ghost of her a cruel reminder of the fate that had befallen her.

and yet, her feet did not rest. she searched every hall, turned at each corner, retracing the steps of her youth as the echoes of all that had suffered here taunted her.

a sound, then. the quiet thunder of footsteps. realization had never come so quickly or tasted so sweet.

she's here.

turning the corner towards the entryway to their bedroom, osha could only gasp as the mirror of her silhouette came into view.

"Mae—?" a name. a question. a promise. "You're here. I—you have to come with me, Mae. Please."

[under-the-bunta-tree]

      ➖ for @sceyth

it was peaceful here on the island, but Verosha Aniseya was never at peace. not really, anyway. her master had taught her not to seek it out.

peace is a lie, he would say, there is only passion.

she had been his acolyte for nearly eight months now. some days were more difficult than others, be it a test of her physical strength or mental acuity, but she could feel herself becoming stronger—and, importantly, more intimately connected to the Force than she had ever been, as a Jedi.

it was the nights that were the hardest. the same nightmare, every time: the corridors of the Jedi Temple, each corner burned within her memory. a chase ensuing for an entity she could never quite reach.

—Mae.

always waking with a cold start and her name on her lips, reaching for her sister—her lifeblood that she had lost.

if the fates would allow it, Osha might find solace in a dreamless sleep. on nights like tonight, though, she was left to her own devices, crawling out of the cave as quietly as the skura that burrowed in the sands here, her practiced pilgrimage to the bathing pools designed not to disturb her master from his slumber—or. . . .so she thought.

his presence clouded her senses, drifted her consciousness away from anything concrete in favor of the idea of him. it was nauseating—no, intoxicating, and she knew that if she allowed herself to linger in it that it would eventually consume her.

her voice cut through the tension.

"Would it kill you to announce your arrival, Master?" the word felt heavy on her tongue, like it didn't belong to him. "I can feel your stare. It taunts me."

[scorbus-sweets]

God, if you're listening, I want two more seasons of the acolyte and I want Qimir to want Osha so bad it drives him insane, and I want Osha to resist the desire she feels towards him until she cannot longer deny her feelings anymore. I want them to build a tension so strong that we all break when they give into it.

Also, I want angst. So. Much. Angst. But with a happy ending :)

Amen.

[bambispaceship]

Now imagine if we can go to their next con, cosplaying as Qimir & Osha, as a protest against racism, sexism, misogyny and the capitalism of artwork in the industry, because for me they're now a symbol of the robbed freedom

May this mask always haunt you

[desertbcrnnobody]

When Qimir goes to hand Osha her new saber under the bunta tree, his thumb is above the hilt and Osha slides her thumb towards his to be underneath it.

She did not have to do this but she did to let him know she accepts his care and guidance.

Oshamir, you will have your legacy.