#alligais

       the  trip  to  yavin’s  fourth  moon  was  a  long  and  an  especially  quiet  one,  a  somber  feeling  hanging  over  the  few  that  had  volunteered  to  make  the  journey,  symphony’s  translators  being  one  of  the  people  that  had  elected  to  come  and  BEG  for  some  type  of  aid  from  the  rebels.  their  hands  were  tied  and  far  too  deeply  emerged  in  several  corners  of  the  galaxy  that  had  more  pressing  matters  at  hand,  so  she  had  her  doubts  that  they  would  both  sending  much  help  to  a  planet  that  was  more  than  likely  a  DEATH  TRAP  to  any  rebel  that  steps  foot  on  her  soil.

       the  representative  idly  lingered  inside  the  base  with  her  translator  as  they  awaited  mon  mothma’s  arrival,  observing  the  pilots  work  at  repairing  and  attending  to  the  ships  that  came  and  went  when  she  caught  a  glimpse  UNIQUE  ARMOR  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye.

       she  signs  quickly  to  her  companion  before  her  translator  turned  to  the  armored  woman  to  ask.  ‘  excuse  me,  my  friend  here  just  wanted  to  know  what  sort  of  armor  that  is  that  you  wear.  is  it  an  affiliation  of  some  sort?  ’

@alligais  (   as vencikye  )  gets:  the lovers — harmony, union, choice.

like a ripple in a pond,   the news is all over the holonet already  (   more impressively still,  it even bears the truth,  although with a few rather creative speculations   ):  hotshot director and actor gwenael kryze cancels all his upcoming public appearances for the foreseable future.  as if there aren’t more important things to worry about,  as if there isn’t a war going on.  gwenael is the farthest thing from ungrateful,  truthfully,  but sometimes the notion of being such a public figure still tackles him out of nowhere,  leaving him dizzy for a moment or two.  he is still figuring out what to say,  or whether he should say anything at all,  for that matter.  he doesn’t feel like rushing to it,  either  —  he has his priorities all sorted out,  after all,  and made sure to tell his manager exactly that,  whether the man liked it or not.  his place is not out and about,  and certainly not off planet answering trite questions,  but rather right here with his family.  his home will always be where they are,  whether on alderaan or some hidden corner of the outer rim.

OH   MY   GOD   you   absolutely   lovely   person   .  .  .   i   just   .   thank   you   so   ,   so   much   for   this   message   im   .   how   do   i   deserve   such   kind   words   ? !   it   honestly   means   a   lot   to   me   and   im   so   glad   we   became   mutuals   ! !   i   cant   wait   to   write   with   you   and   your   fantastic   character   ,   because   im   already   super   excited   about   it   .   im   .   AHH   .   i   need   to   dry   my   happy   tears   .

𝘩𝘰𝘸’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭?

                      ❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞          ——     @alligais​

               the skin between blonde brows furrowed as she sank beside her niece, the gush of the pillows forcing them ever closer.     palely scarred hands stroked over the younger’s hair, soft mouth pressing a kiss to the girl’s fair crown.     what ever would she do with her?           ❝  ad’ika, there’s something you need to understand about raising children...  ❞           

               children were something she never expected to be hers, no matter how long she once mulled over the concept.    though she once watched many bring up their offspring alone, the other parent often lost in the bloodshed, she never desired that fate for herself, even if intended.     it became merely another of her dreams which she laid upon the altar of her people.

              ❝  yes, you will always love them, as i love you, with my entire soul.     but, no, you might not like the people they grow into.  ❞          the aliit’alor swiftly raised a finger, hovering it just above vencikye’s lips, silently hushing the rush she expected from her niece.          ❝  that, i promise you, is not the case with you, young one.     however, that does not mean i do not like certain things, choices or attitudes which i see becoming problems for you later in life.  ❞

               she would rather have no children at all than have lost her brother and his darling wife in such a horrific manner, but she would not give her niece and nephew to anyone else.     even if bo dared to show her face and attempt to claim them, she would be no fit parent to the pair.    they were her treasure as much as her wards, bringing her comfort in the darkest of days.     to have raised them was the greatest of her responsibilities but also joys.

              ❝  as the one raising you, i have the duty to try to nip those in the bud, but no, no, ven, that does not mean i don’t like you now.    it means i want to be able to like the woman you will become.  ❞