#didntturn

FOR LOVE I will handle your sins .                                                And for justice ? For justice I will show you mine .

FOR A BEING OF DARKNESS , HE BURNS LIKE A SUN .   Calloused fingers tracing her rib cage , her stomach , her hipbones , seeming to leave a trail of sparks wherever they touch .   He sets her aflame , no trace of the cold that had surrounded him upon their first meeting   ━━━   not from him , and not from her .   Only the heat between bodies , SPARKS STRUCK wherever they touch .   She burns , she melts , at his touch , as much as she tells herself she won’t .   As loudly as she tells herself that she cannot fall to his advances ; whether to promises of power , or to passion of the other type .   It was so easy , she thinks , to resist the former   ( no DESIRES has she for dominion )   but it is the latter , the type of promise pledged without words   ( in heated touch , and limbs entwined )   that is so much harder to DENY .

Her fingers dig into his shoulders , the heat of his breath seeming to burn across her throat , eliciting a gasp from between her lips .   They remain parted as he trails kisses across the column of her throat , and where his lips touch , rosy blush appears , a flush of life in cold marble .   ( Oh Pygmalion , you foolish man ! )   With warmth given to lifeless stone comes voice from newly pliant tongue ; wear flesh may yield , mind is not of a COMPLIANT Galatea .   Though gasp is rent from rosy lips , words still still come in between the breaths ,     ❛   This means nothing .   ❜

She feels , rather than hears , the rumble of a chuckle against her throat .   Are you sure about that ?   It seems to say , and she can almost hear it , like a voice   ━━━   HIS voice   ━━━   in her head , that smug tone she knows is coupled with a cocky smirk .   That she can feel , the way he smiles against her skin , with teeth , nipping at her pulse point .   It’s almost predatory , and she digs her nails into his arm in retaliation , frustrated gasp falling from her lips ; he thinks he knows so well how to undo her , how to strip bare her every defense .   ( What being told you this ; the ritual , the word that would send the walls down before you ?   What gave you right to try and conquer ? )   She is not Canaan , no promised land for him to hold ,     ❛   You’re no conqueror just because I’ve allowed you into my bed .   ❜

SOFT TOUCHES / ACCEPTING.

                 SHE  TAKES  THE  INFANT  FROM  OBI-WAN’S  ARMS  and  in  that  very  moment,  her  heart  settles   ;   there  is  a  calm  that  wraps  around  her  shoulders  like  a  shroud  &&  she  feels  the  pieces  of  herself  mending  back  together  from  where  they  had  been  broken,  scattered  off  into  the  winds.       it  says  :    this  is  the  balm  for  your  wounds,    the  reward  for  your  pain  and  anguish  and  SACRIFICE.     and  she  knows,   perhaps  more  than  she  had  known  anything  else,   that  he  will  be  loved.     she  looks  at  ben  &&  the  softness  in  her  eyes  is  STARTLING,    so  akin  to  the  unguarded  innocence  she  had  once  possessed  so  long  ago,     brings  the  baby  to  her  chest  to  press  her  lips  against  his  forehead.     (  FAMILY.    the  definition  is  nothing  but  anguish  for  you  &&  yet  perhaps,  in  time,  you  shall  learn  a  new  one  ------  just  like  learning  a  new  language  )

                              it  is  not  easy.    she  did  not  expect  it  to  be.  has  cared  for  an  infant  before  (  and  her  heart  aches,  like  it  always  does,  at  the  thought  of  korkie  )    but  they  make  do  with  what  they  have  and  her  steps  get  lighter  every  day.      even  the  sleepless  nights  spent  rocking  fussing  babies  to  sleep  are  meaningless  when  compared  to  the  warmth  which  fills  her  whole  &&  she  feels  the  axis  of  the  galaxy  shift,  the  gravitation  pull  no  longer  crushing,  but  a  gentle  pressure  against  her  shoulder  blades,  urging  her  closer  to  them  ---  to  her  boys.

                                  he’s  two  now,  and  as  bright  eyed  as  ever.    mayhaps  he  had  snatched  sunlight  with  his  tiny  little  fingers  and  swallowed  it  whole,  because  it  radiates  off  him  at  every  moment  &&  sometimes,  she  cannot  look  at  him  for  how  blinding  he  is.    (  other  times,  it’s  the  memories  weighing  down  her  heart  and  he  looks  so  much  like  padme  it  hurts  her  very  soul,    but  it  also  heals  that  part  of  her  which  guilt  had  slashed  at,   one  stitch  at  a  time.  )         the  smile  she  gives  him  is  soft  as  she  regales  him  with  tales  of  princesses  and  knights  he  will  forget,   but  her  voice  is  enough  to  captivate  his  attention  as  he  babbles  off  in  her  lap.          and  then  he  reaches  forward,   pudgy  fingers  against  her  cheek  &&  she  stops  in  the  middle  of  the  story,   watches  him  with  wide  eyes  while  her  heart  struggles  to  stay  afloat  the  wave  of  emotions  washing  over  her.

                         “  oh  luke  -------  ”     head  is  bent,  corona  of  starlight  ablaze,   gilded  hair  a  halo  tickling  his  cheeks,  to  brush  a  kiss  against  his  forehead,  against  his  cheeks  and  nose,  until  the  boy  is  a  writhing,  giggling  mess  in  her  arms.     “  oh,  the  places  you’ll  go,  ad'ika  -----  the  universe  is  already  yours  and  you  are  only  so  little.  ”