𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 ; hefty with guilt.

 ALTHOUGH   OPINION   ON   THE    ORDER      leaves   a   lot   to   be   desired,   she   knows   better   than   to   take   it   out   on   an   innocent   child.   offering   one   bejewelled   hand   and   a   smile,   she   ignores   her   guard’s   flinch   behind   her.         “   his   name   is   unfamiliar   to   me,   but   i   do   know   someone   who   might   be   able   to   help.   let’s   get   you   out   of   the   hall   first.   what’s   your   name   ??   ”

 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄,   cal’s eyes as brilliant as jewels like the surface of oceanic planets—     when he touches her hand, rings ‘round her digits caressing the inside of his palm, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖;   every emotion, every word and tear, suddenly exploding behind the boy’s eyes in brilliant color.   

what if i made a blog for my favorite eu boi, ben skywalker aka the og ben aka luke’s son a good ginger bean ….

    okay ....      urls 

HEIRITE,    heir ( ite )  self explanatory ...

dusk  falls  on  yavin  4  with  a  haste,      and  in  turn,    the  colony  slows.       the  dameron  home  conforms,     and  kes  brings  home  tour  to  a  close  in  the  bedroom   —–  now  cal’s  bedroom,     for  as  long  as  he  might  use  it.        thorough  has  he  tried  to  be  in  highlighting  amenities :     operation  of  blinds,    proximity  to  washroom,     storage  units  to  place  personal  items .  .  .        ❝   what  else,    what  el  ——  oh,   extra  blankets  are  in  there,    all  clean    ❞      gestures  to  trunk  near  window.   

❝   anything  you  need  you  don’t  have,     don’t  hesitate  to  ask  me.    ❞        spoken  aloud  for  emphasis,    though  worry  persists   that  kid  won’t.         ❝   and  it’s  never  any  trouble.    ❞         /       @enkestis​    

   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃,   his wounds would heal faster–   his face would not appear so meek...     under temple light cal kestis would know his home,   his only home and yet,    everything as he had once known it was gone.   the temple, the jedi, his own master too—    gone, just like that and cal can feel the broken connection in himself to the force,   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.    he was alone, utterly alone as the force no longer warped around him...     and instead flowed past him; a rock amongst the sea instead of one of the waves.    

                                                 “ ...   is it true–  what they’re saying about the jedi? “  

           “   𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺,   ”  he points out as he settles against cal’s forearm before taking his place on his shoulder.   everything is scarlet.   (   𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳,  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈,  𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝚂  ?   )   what if the gods have already bled  ?   what if they’re already dead  ?   perhaps this is where they met their end.   and now,  in their divine absence,  all that’s left is the cavernous shadow of evil,  endless and all - consuming.   terrible and crimson.   “   oh,  trust me,  i plan to,   ”  head tilts at an angle as he peeks over the boy’s shoulder,  his clicks,  beeps and whistles becoming more serious,  “   just promise me you’re going to be careful,  cal,   ”        

     𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙿 𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁,    the earth proves to have been so void & lifeless for so long, that now even sand had settled hard as the marble of pantheons—      𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 as he reaches back,              and gently rubs a hand over the top of bd’s head.   blowing fallen locks of red from his eyes with a huff of soft breath,    as he pulls back his hand; a look back over his shoulder to the droid meant to give as much assurance as he could.    “  𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎,        so long as you’ve got my back.  “