* MUSIC / SOUL !

 ✰   —  —  —  BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

Send ‘fly on the wall’ for a drabble of my muse talking to someone else about your muse

She wasn’t drunk, but her cheeks flushed all the same at Sarissa’s name. What did Neena Organa regret? So many things, but especially this, especially her. “Sarissa’s my best friend, my oldest friend. Practically my sister, the way Leia and Winter are; we grew up together‒” Piercing blue eyes, that’s what she remembered. The way her hand felt in hers as little girls, with grass-stained hems and shared laughter. She used to come to her recitals, before Bail shipped her off-world, before the Jedi ripped her away. And Neena didn’t understand then because she was young, thinking she’d have a lifetime to figure things out and in a way, she did. But Neena would catch her giving her these looks, and her pulse would stutter, and she realized too little, too late the meaning behind them.

Sarissa Alde was a regret and Neena never thought she’d get a chance to make things right.

“I hate the Jedi, just a little, because of her.” She admitted, looking away from their face. “Because they took her away, and I never got to… things were hard without her, being without her was hard. It had always been the four of us together. I resented Bail, for a little while, thinking he should’ve fought harder for her, turned them away.” It was an ugly feeling and she felt guilty afterwards for it. “But she grew strong, and beautiful, and deadly with them. She became a hero and I was so proud of her.” Neena fiddled with a strand of her hair, letting out a sigh. Saying this out loud felt like something was being pried from her, all sticky and knotted together. “And we were almost, we could’ve been‒ I look at her, now, and I realize I can start again, make amends, take back lost years. She’s my hope.”

Neena could hear her laugh, see her bright smile, and fondness bloomed in her chest like a flower at springtime. They were both young again, alive again, and‒ this could be something. Yes, it could be something good, where the almosts could grow and turn into something else if she tried. When Neena turned back to look at them, she caught Sarissa’s staring at her over their shoulder. A small smile spread across her face. “I’m tired of having regrets.”

The Knight was bored out of his mind, so he decided to go for a swim in the lake. He knew it was in the middle of the daytime, but he really didn’t care. The blonde was stripped down to his trousers in case of something where to happen. The man tossed his uniform and his weapons off to the side next to a tree before driving into the lake. Coming back to the surface the man sensed a presence in the distance, but he didn’t care.

Floating on his back like an otter, Cain lazily swimming in the lake enjoying the sunlight shining down on his skin. Groaning softly from the cool water droplets across his skin goosebumps formed on his flesh as he shivered. The water was a lot colder than what he originally thought, but he didn’t care. He was on his back for a few minutes just drifting closer to the land.  Floating close to the edge, he turned to stand up once again as he turned to face the figure he sensed earlier. Smirking at the person, he nodded his head. “Hello, it’s a beautiful day for a swim, don’t you think?”

She’d almost forgotten about this place.

When she was a teenager, Neena would sneak out of the university to come here. When she was homesick or the terrifying thought of failing overwhelmed her, this was the place she’d come to. Nestled on Coruscant’s rooftops, surrounded by genetically-altered trees and plants, Savvam Lake had reminded her of home. And it was still as beautiful as she remembered, crystal blue waters so still and pure, for a moment it could be mistaken for Alderaan. Until she moved closer and noticed a figure in the water, with fine pale hair that she’d immediately thought Winter.

But no, instead it was a smirking, half-naked man standing in the lake. It was silly to think she’d be the only one here, considering it was public property; though it used to be only the wealthy who relaxed here.“Hello, it is a beautiful day.” Neena agreed, kneeling down, savouring the feeling of lush grass against her hands. Her gaze flickered upwards. “Nature is such a rare thing in Coruscant, it’d be wrong not to enjoy it.” The last years of her adolescence were spent here, in the heart of a foreign ecumenopolis; shining yet somehow more alone than ever. Standing up, Neena gave him a small, polite smile. “And you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Neena Organa/Sarissa Alde: A Playlist

News traveled fast, the Resistance had lost a good amount of their buildings it seemed but the First Order itself had also suffered. That meant business would no doubt double and that made Dryden Vos quite happy. Of course hearing that the Resistance was regrouping in the entertainment district only fueled that pleasure. The entertainment district was his domain, he had his hands in everything down there, so it would only serve him right to see this as opportunity to turn a profit. He had no doubts that they would be looking for lodging and the First Light did have some of the most opulent state rooms as well as other such amenities. So being the gracious man that he most certainly was he opened his doors in a fashion. 

Looking over the balcony of the large party room he merely watched his guests. It amused him to see how those that wished to climb social ladders thought that by being seen at one of his luxurious parties it might give them greater chance. True many celebrities and wealthy politicians mingled about but he gave the final word on who was worth talking to. At the moment it seemed that all the talk seemed to be upon the subject of the recent attacks. It bored him. 

Neena didn’t recognize him at first.

You couldn’t blame her, honestly. The last time she saw him, it was decades ago on a Kalevalan pleasure yacht in some distant star system, still clouded by her grief. She was watching the room below, the way she used to watch her professor’s slender fingers pluck at glowing Centressar strings. The Resistance had sent her to utilize the skills she’d cultivated during the Rebellion, and musicians weren’t at all an unusual sight in the Entertainment district. Only when her eyes passed over him again did she finally look at him. He looked like many of the criminals she’d met in her life, with his fine, dark clothes and arrogant bearing. But what caught her attention was the distinct markings across his face, a map of lines too intricate to be burns... except, Neena realized, she had met him.

Those times were hazy in her mind, and she didn’t have Winter’s impeccable memory, but something clicked into place. The name hadn’t meant anything to her, initially, but now it did. Dryden Vos, Neena thought, fingers tightening around her glass of emerald wine. A man who should look decades older than he was now meant one thing, and the thought settled like the last moments of a plucked string. The memories were vague, like looking at a fogged up mirror. She’d jumped from space liner to space liner, travelling wherever and playing for whoever, but he had employed her the longest. Her eyes trailed from his face and towards the stage below. Wealthy, that was self-evident, but he’d been‒ charismatic, sociable, well-spoken. Even if he didn’t look it right now, from his position up on the mezzanine. Right now, he looked like an Alderaanian wolf-cat, hungry and in search of prey.

Taking a sip from her glass, she decided right then and there. Neena walked towards the man with a wide, disarming smile. “You must be Dryden Vos!” She held out her free hand. “Hosting a party on such a lovely ship as this, few have the luxury or the pleasure. You’re quite lucky.”

full given name: neena insevade the name they go by: neena mazicia organa age: twenty four (biologically), fifty seven (actuality) gender identity: cisfemale sexual orientation: pansexual marital status: single planet of birth: alderaan allegiance: the rebellion (originally), the resistance (currently)

physical

height: 1.7m / 5′7″ weight: 53kg / 116lbs eye color: dark brown hair color &. texture: brown and straight build: slim, petite prominent features: long, waist-length brown hair, disarming smile general health: healthy speech patterns: alderaanian-accented, can speak quite fast, well-educated

relationships

number of siblings: two order of birth: youngest father’s status and their relationship: deceased. she owes her life to bail organa, because without him this wouldn’t have been her life. he was the one to take her in, and he was the one to send her away so she would truly shine. neena remembers him fondly. mother’s status and their relationship: deceased. breha organa was regal and well-beloved, and neena aspires to be like her and the values she instilled in her people. she misses her. siblings’ status and their relationship: alive. neena was the youngest, and was brought in at the age of five. she loves them, and is grateful for the chance to be with them again. partner’s name (if in a relationship): none relationship with partner: none

personality

hobbies: playing music, reading books on planets’ histories and cultures, singing habits: humming under her breath, fiddling with her hair, blowing it out of her face,  positive personality traits: friendly, outgoing, introverted negative personality traits: impish, melancholic, closed off immediate impression they think they give off to others: a talented and social musician immediate impression they actually give off to others: a mischievous and endearing woman with a hint of melancholy skills: eavesdropping, can play the string oscillator, singing, information gathering, knowledge of the criminal underworld, basic blaster handling morning and/or nightly routines: habitually gets up early and practices with her string oscillator, brushes through her insanely long hair, showering and eating before going off on her day, whether that’s collecting information for the resistance or simply performing in one of coruscant’s various establishments. at night, she ritually brushes through her hair before showering and going to sleep.

allegiance

allegiance: the resistance position within their allegiance: information views of the cause they fight for: just and right. they are fighting to make the galaxy better and safer for everyone, for a dream that deserves to be real. views of the first order - resistance war: unfortunate but necessary. she wished it had ended with the fall of the empire, and the re-establishment of the republic. cause for fighting: everyone she loves is fighting or had died fighting for this dream. bail organa had instilled in her from a young age of the harsh realities of the empire, and to resist and defy its propaganda. age at which they joined: twenty one (originally), twenty four (currently)

trademarks

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

“Always.” 

Neena couldn’t remember a time where she didn’t live for Bail’s smile when she performed on stage for the first time, or Breha’s eyes on her when recounting Alderaan’s heritage. Years ago, she’d think she’d given anything for those simple days inside the palace: to hear Leia’s childish laughter again, or the way Winter’s hair caught the light - like Alderaan’s snow-capped mountains in the afternoon sun - or Sarissa’s hand in hers before the world ripped her away.

Now, the longing was still there but it had nestled itself in between her ribcage, small and soft beside her heart. Distance made the heart grow fonder, but Neena liked to think she’d made peace with it all. “I like to think I make them proud everyday, no matter what I do, because we’re doing the right thing. We haven’t given up, I haven’t given up.”

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing?

She’d been too young, was too young, for regrets, for all the tragedy that’d befallen her at this age. Coruscant was a place of beginnings and endings. All of it felt like a lifetime ago and yet here she was, trapped, but here nonetheless. What did Neena have to regret? Alderaan, she wanted to say. But what could she had done? That Leia hadn’t tried to do, as their planet disappeared before her eyes? Alderaan lived on through its people, through the beauty that other people strove to protect, to create. And they had, once, before the First Order arose from the Empire’s ruins. “I regret not allowing myself to be able to make more mistakes.” She said softly, after a moment. “Holding myself up to impossible standards, forcing myself to do things that were out of my abilities. I worked hard but… I didn’t realize that no matter how hard you work, you can’t achieve perfection. It’s impossible.” 

Neena ran a hand through her long brown hair, pushing it back. “If I could, I’d tell myself you shouldn’t base your worth off of comparing it to others. Not all of us can be the Leia Organas and Luke Skywalkers of the galaxy.” She gave a little smile. “A friend told me that.”

✕ … melissa barrera … neena organa: now arriving in coruscant. she stands with the resistance and is 24 years old according to their chart. past records show that they are known to be impish and introverted, so tread with caution since they are still a musician/informant from alderaan …