#conniidel

       ‘  lieutenant  connix,  ’  the  queen  greets  warmly.  despite  regal  composure,  there  seemed  to  be  a  notable  gleam  in  her  eyes  as  if  she  were  EXCITED  to  see  her,  or  rather  expecting  something  exciting  to  happen.  of   course  the  queen  WAS  happy  to  see  the  lieutenant  in  good  health  and  spirits,  but  something  in  her  subtle  features  conveyed  there  was  something  else  she  was  seeking.

       ‘  i  believe  you  promised  me  something  when  we  first  met.  ’

❛  sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.  ❜ / sobs ...        ♡        @conniidel​.

morning after starters   //   accepting @conniidel​ said: 8. for our muses to spoon

          for so long, lexa believed the only place she could truly call her home was the forest planet she was born on. the roots which ran deep through the soil were just as much hers as they were the trees’. though she had recently discovered that same sensation occurred whenever she was with the lieutenant. with kaydel, she simply BELONGED. it was rather comical if she thought about it long enough -- kaydel’s head barely came up to lexa’s chin, and yet so often it was the former who was the ‘big spoon.’ the warrior hardly minded how the pair arranged themselves. she quite liked being held, as it was a nice reprieve from the role she typically took on day to day. 

Her father's large hand was warm around hers. Padmé turned seven years old last week, this was her first trip off-planet with her father for the Refugee Relief Movement. Even though this was a mid-rim planet, it had suffered from a civil war and the Senate barely helped at all.

"It's important that you see these things, Padmé," Ruwee said, gesturing at dilapidated buildings. The rooves were broken down, barely any protection from the elements. How could anyone live in these, she wondered. They must be very cold and sad.

"Naboo is a blessed paradise. We are very fortunate," her father continued and Padmé nodded. Yes, Naboo was beautiful. They haven't had a war in hundreds of years. Naboo was so peaceful, it did not even have an army. This was the first time Padmé saw a war zone firsthand, instead of on educational holovideos.

"As you can see, not everyone is as blessed as we are. We need to help where we can."

Yes, her father was right. Padmé nodded again, eagerly.

She felt her throat close when she saw a girl, probably about her age. Someone this young should not have a look of utter despair and exhaustion in their eyes. This girl probably lost her parents like many others. It made Padmé squeeze her father's hand. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, ever.

"This is not fair," Padmé said. "These people did nothing wrong, right?"

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS STARTERS

@conniidel​ asked:

‘ where are you going? ’

He stops and looks up. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed her. That was dangerous. Not when it was her, per se, but he ought to keep his wits about him. He lets the expression of mild surprise melt to something a bit warmer, a bit more relaxed. 

“Nowhere in…” He stops himself. Reconsiders for just a moment. Kaydel was trustworthy, and her record with the Resistance spoke to her capability. Hardly the worst travelling companion. And, besides, wasn’t it better for people to learn the truth? The galaxy had been shrouded in lies for so long… Oh, why not? He relents and smiles, letting his head tilt to the side. 

“Actually, I could use a hand. There’s a- Historical site, a sector over, that I wanted to pay a visit to. Call it something of an educational trip.” He gives a sweeping but casual gesture towards his ship, quirking a brow. 

@conniidel​  gets  the  Dad!Ben

GAZE   LIFTS  TO  MEET  HERS  AS  SHE  WALKS  INTO  HER  CELL ,   lips  pressed  together  in  a  cold  line .   “ so ? ”   she  asks ,  her  ATTITUDE  still  as  terrible  as  it  was  on  the  day  she  was  DRAGGED  here .   “ have  they  decided  to  let  me  out  yet ?  or  am  i  supposed  to  stay  in  here  until  i  rot ? ”  

  ❝ There isn’t much we can do , Orson ! It’s best if we leave this to the — ❞

𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄 , 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 , 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. Fidgeting feet , quiet mumbles pervaded — eyes kept still as they watched Orson paced back and forth incessantly. Footsteps shuffled quietly through soft carpeted floors while calloused fingers curled tightly into fists. Queasiness churned , further propagating nausea.

❝ Get out. ❞ He finally snapped , hoarse voice reverberating throughout the room. They left in haste , closing the door behind. Teeth gnashed against one another as anger surged. Even away , he felt their pitiful ( scorching ) gaze. Orson’s expression hardened — morphing into one of disgust. Pity was useless ! He desired , no , needed —

❝ Galen , where the hell are you ? ❞ He muttered to himself as he sat. Fingers plumbed through past conversations on his phone , desperately searching for an answer. Often his husband fell into an stupor over the course of his research yet this silence was unprecedented.

In disquiet serenity — his head bowed forward , resting forehead against his hands. Heartbeat pounded loudly against the chest. An emptiness ( unlike any other ) ached , gnawing deeply within.