#darkmeld

She wonders if that’s why it’s so empty here.  They stand in the sand,  the same sand in which her father and mother — Jaina’s grandparents, tore the republic apart with a decision to fall in love,   setting forward a path that shaped their destiny.  The soft breeze between the mother and daughter is an excuse to shiver,  to blame the most awkward silence on something as trivial as the weather in Naboo and not the tattered relationship of a daughter who once triumphantly proclaimed herself as an Organa before a Solo.  Now,  Jaina is her father’s daughter.   𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬,     more father-like than girls. 

❛   You haven’t said anything since we’ve walked this far.   ❜    Soft,  remembering the sound of a lullaby she once sang to Jaina as she held her in her arms years ago.  The night after the New Republic raged over trade wars,  the extinction of the empire’s reach more troublesome than the princess had hoped.   But Leia found her daughter that night,  cooing softly.  So small.  So safe.   In her mind,  perhaps Jaina never left the safe cradle.  Never saw the horrors of war that still haunted Leia each night.   It is the distance that keeps them safe.   Or perhaps —  that is a lie Leia’s told over and over until she’s learned to believe it herself. 

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄— & beyond . his blue - white glow flickered softly in the dim light , & though there was a faint smile on his lips , his eyes held a deep sorrow . ❝ trust , ❞ he mused , voice carrying the gentle cadence of experience , ❝ a difficult thing to give . . . & an even harder thing to regain once lost . ❞ gaze lingers on her , searching , understanding . ❝ i have trusted & i have been betrayed . by those i called friends , by those i called brothers . even by myself . ❞

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 , as if the memory carried its own weight even in death , ❝ but trust is not a weakness , jaina . it is a choice . a risk . one that every jedi must take , no matter how many times it is broken . so , i do offer it to you now . the question is whether or not you can say the same ? ❞

They had not talked much since his return — they had been just another ghost to each other, unwilling to admit the other was REAL. He remembered the way Anakin had spoken to him on Coruscant, or what was left of it. Except that it had not been his brother, just a lingering trick his mind had played on him ( his mind and Vergere ... though he felt no malice towards her about it anymore ) and now every time he looked over at his twin and felt nothing at all he wondered if she too would disappear one day the way his brother had.

You can't go home again —

the radiant hum of the lightsaber in her hand was all that divided her from complete silence. it illuminated her right thigh and the vegetation around her and, besides the moon, was her only source of light. and it was going to give away her location. complete darkness or complete silence. rey took a single step forward, aiming for a patch of soft, wet leaves to quieten her move. it worked. but she could sense something behind her - something that wasn't the gentle sway of branches in an almost non-existent breeze. her desperation caused her to turn quickly, clumsily brushing against a the rough bark of a tree. her lips pressed together, a sigh blew from just her nostrils, and she dipped her head in annoyance... “ i don't know how you do it. ”