thru a mist; the light of dreams

001. UNKNOWN  [starter call; accepting.]

            “are you looking for anything, or anytime, specific?”      she asks in the dim light of her studio, wiping paint off of her hands as she glances at the pieces around them.      “most of it is for sale so long as it’s already happened. the rest is   ——   personal, so to speak.”

@obexmagae // for the glub glub.

          the escape attempt had been poorly planned, but padme is sure that they’d expected another one of her sooner. arms bound behind her back she’s all loose muscles and some sort of bruising at the base of her spine and just below her ribs.            “kylo,”           she’s never known him by any other name, so it’s easy to call him by what he prefers, the name more of a ghost than a man. what had he been like while his heart still beat?

           “what’s the purpose of this game of find and retrieve?   ——   i promise, i’ll cooperate if you untie me. i won’t attempt something so soon after a failure,”            and just the way her arms are bent is causing the trail in her voice. she’s not his grandmother, not by anything more than genetic material, and she’s so tired right now that she’d not even think to play that card. ANAKIN would’ve done the same, she’s sure, vader would’ve killed her outright, rather than see her return to a side that wasn’t his own.

@obexmagae​ // 109.  “i promise, i’ll cooperate if you untie me now.”

He pauses in his motions to turn to her slightly at the call of his name. With his helmet in place it’s all simple-- guest turned prisoner, host turned guard. He can forget all other possible connections, allow himself to be more thing than man. A concept.