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the  words  are  truthful,  maybe…   but  a  reality  that  they  struggled  to  accept  because  of  her  own  perception  on  the  matter.   pushing  people  away  was  easy.   making  enemies  was  easier.   “i  don’t  know  how  any  of  this…”   her  hand  gestured  vaguely  at  the  metal  walls,  “even  works.   i’m  a  warrior.   a  spy.  is  that  the  skillset  for  survival  that’s  really  needed  up  here?”

        𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝟗𝟗% 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄.    in this, they agreed⸺ellie’s life had meant more to them than some cure no one had no idea would even work.   those infected are past the hope of saving, && they out number them significantly as is !    the world’s been this way for twenty four years && there ain’t no changing it now.     ;      (  sometimes anna even tosses around the idea of   “𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙵”   she had given up her child, if she had allowed them to create a cure.   but, then she reminds herself who she’d be giving up && understands that it was never an option.   )       ❝  ellie sees what we did as something selfish, && it was . . but she could never understand what we’d be givin’ up if we let them. she doesn’t understand what it means to lose a child or the idea of it.  ❞   tone softens now,   ❝  she wanted her life to matter && she thought that was the only way for it to matter, but she’s . . 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰.   her life can matter in so many other ways. ❞   self-sacrifice isn’t the only way.

                  she   can   see   right   through   him   and   it   should   be   frustrating   but   it’s   not.   it’s   a   relief.   he   can’t   hide   from   her,   not   even   if   he’d   wanted   to.   and   he   doesn’t.   he   doesn’t   want   to   hide   anything   from   her,   ever.   he   won’t,   not   if   he   has   anything   to   say   about   it.   he   decides   right   then   that   he’ll   always   let   her   see   him,   always   let   her   know   him.   the   best   and   the   worst   parts.   always.   cheeks   warm,   his   gaze   darts   away   under   her   attentive   words.   “i…i’ve   never…”   he   swallows   hard   and   shakes   his   head.   “i   want   to   make   sure   you   enjoy   yourself.   i   won’t   know   what   i’m   doing.   i’ve   never…   you   know.   never   wanted   to,   really.   but   with   you,   i   do.   i   just   don’t   want   to   disappoint   you,”   he   confesses,   voice   soft.   he   dares   to   look   back   at   her,   to   gauge   her   reaction.   well,   she’s   not   laughing.   that’s   a   start.

     THE OTHERS AROUND the table eye kaz nervously when his tone shifts; it’s clear by their stares that they’re not going to stick around if brekker is, and at this — jesper has to concede defeat.  irritably, roughly, jesper drops his cards and turns to face kaz.

     “ and i don’t like being interrupted, ”  he grumbles.  “ what is it tonight, are we hurting someone, or are you about to drag me into a fight? ”

hands  cup  his  face  firmly,  pressing  onto  her  toes  so  that  she  could  pull  him  down  to  her  lips  &  kiss  him  hard.   her  grip  was  as  though  she  didn’t  want  him  to  go,  but  it  was  the  opposite  of  the  truth  ––  padmé  needed  him  to  go.   “of  course,  i  will  try  to  take  care  of  the  senate,”  she  murmured.   “&  anakin…  don’t  say  anything  to  obi-wan.   he  won’t  understand.”

          ❝      𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄   𝐒𝐎   𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘   ,      ❞            𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷   is   grumbled   with   such   overstated   vitriol   as   only   a   child   could   muster   .

another smile graces the princess’ lips as christian explains his talents,  and she can’t help but wonder just what other talents he possesses.    it seems he’s a natural, after all.    “well,  for whatever it’s worth mister desbois,  i’m very glad that you’ve found a passion for singing.    you’re quite talented and i’m so happy that you’re sharing your gift with the world.”    her expression falls, though, as he goes on.    “oh,    i’m terribly sorry to hear that.    that’s…   that’s so awful,  mister desbois.”

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒.    every  time,    when  she  thinks  they  can’t  get  worse,    the  newest  nightmare  seems  to  top  the  last.    tears  sting  in  her  eyes,    but  she  refuses  to  let  them  fall—    she  can’t,    not  when  she  has  to  be  strong  for  him.    so  she  squeezes  him  extra  tight,    pressing  a  gentle  kiss  to  his  hair.    ❝  that  wasn’t  your  fault,    bucky,  ❞    she  murmurs  against  the  shell  of  his  ear,    rocking  him  gently  in  her  arms.    ❝  that  wasn’t  you—  ❞

        ❝  i do my best. sometimes i worry that i get in the way, and they’re too polite to say so. ❞          she is their king’s sister, practically a PRINCESS, and sansa knows that some soften their words when in the presence of those ranked above them; she herself had done similarly.

     it  comes  so  easy  to  her  it  seems.  as  if  it’s  just  obvious.  meditate,  it  should  solve  ALL  their  problems.  but  he  knows  even  thinking  such  is  wrong,  knowing  the  value  in  the  action  –  that  FORCE  shining  down  on  him.  he  wishes  he  was  more  like  her,  like  mace.  blue  eyes  glance  at  her,  the  small  break  in  this  serene  stature.  the  BONDS  between  padawan  and  master  were  strong,  deep.  “ you  should  come  with  me. ”  he  doesn’t  even  know  what  he’s  asking,  what  he’s  suggesting.  but  she  gets  it,  and  though  he’s  high  on  moving  as  fast  as  possible  –  he  suddenly  isn’t  sure  if  he  should  do  it  alone.  “ i  mean,  pending  the  council  even  clears  it,  or …  i  don’t  know. ”

she debates with herself for another moment before shrugging ,   ❝  sure ,  why not ?  ❞  it’s not like she can really move forward with anything before consulting with pepper anyway .  and tony’s not so bad when he’s...like this .   ❝  you’re worried about him ,  ❞    caroline realizes too late that she probably should have phrased it as if it were more of a question than an observation .

she takes a half step back as he snaps in reaction,  as he calls her a liar.   he can’t possibly think that, she tells herself.   she’s never lied a day in her life!   disbelief fills her expression, a small crease forming in between her eyebrows,  jaw lightly dropping as she looks at him.    “that is a lie.    that is a cold,  hard,  horrible lie,  anakin,”  she tells him with a small huff.   a small tone to her voice.   “who told you that?!   they’re the one who’s lying to you.   not me,  or obi-wan,  or the jedi–”

                  he’d   probably   be   happy   to   quit   if   it   had   been   a   deal-breaker,   but   she   doesn’t   know   that.   he   likes   her,   a   lot.   she’s   pretty   and   smart   and   sure,   a   little   older   than   him   but   that   just   makes   her   more   enticing.   she’s   mature,   she   knows   what   she   wants,   and   she   has   her   life   together.   or   so   it   seems.   better   than   anakin   who   lives   with   his   roommate   and   still   has   his   mom   send   him   money   for   groceries   and   once   slept   through   his   finals.   the   kiss   to   his   cheek   is   bold,   as   he   quickly   snuffs   out   the   cigarette.   his   cheeks   flush   pink   and   he   offers   her   his   arm.   “i   am.   you   look   great,   by   the   way.”   and   she   does.   put   together.   like   she   made   an   effort.   not   that   he   hasn’t.   quite   the   opposite   in   fact.   ahsoka   had   helped   him   dress   for   this   date.

chin arises to follow drifting irises,  however viridian widens slightly at the mention of ‘choking’.  mind races to envision the footage.  taking another long sip of her beverage,  the inquisitive redhead shills credits upon the table,  then slides from her seat.  ❝  –  PANICKING,  AS IF SHE ALSO DID NOT KNOW WHAT WAS CAUSING IT? ❞  tidreen muses as her mind springs,  imagination in a freefall of questions.  ❝ TORTURE AS A METHOD OF INTERROGATION IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.  FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.  THAT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE HER AT ALL. ❞