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SHE WOULD STAND WITH KYLO REN UNTIL HER LAST BREATH WAS TAKEN FROM HER.     ( on her own accord, of course )       but that didn’t mean she had to like his decisions. though faithfully---   she will follow. “ i agree, futile, really... ” words drift from the room “ camp on the west entrance.... ” much to her knowledge. “ ..... within neutral territory. ” gloved palms grip at the stone setting, back arched, she rolls her neck.      “ we will discuss more at a later date. i have matters to attend to. ”       and with that and a stir of black she’s exiting her previous post. heeled boots click against stone flooring and she senses company. strides do not falter.       “ well. well. a pleasure. ” gaze is locked on her destination.       “ the failed chosen one joins me. and in his weaker form. if i could fathom some measure of pity, it would be for you. ”       @forcebalancer & @ofscruffysmugglers​ *

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HIS aura bleeds pain. a pain she’s familiar with--- but this will never be known. ( regret. ) adara senses the darkness in him and like a soft plume of black smoke she’s within his path. she is without her mask, and without it, she feels bare. she does not strike FEAR into her company. and this disappoints her. black cape covers dark hair but the soft tendrils spill out, traitors, she thinks. there is something delicate about a female with long hair. but adara is not delicate. she can’t bring herself to be free of it, however, a token of her past perhaps... “ the dark side surrounds you. ” silence is broken. ( @forcebalancer )

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“Sorry,” Bodhi said fondly. He liked the little astromech. “Kaytoo’s not around so I have no idea what you’re saying. The Empire never taught us binary.”

          HE  SUPPOSES  IT  WAS  INEVITABLE  —  a  tension  building  inside  his  chest  at  the  sight , an  itch  in  his  fingers  to  command  the  hilt  hanging  from  his  hip.  someone  once — no , ALWAYS , so  passive  —  firm  belief  in  the  art  of  speech  to  achieve  the  same  results  harsh  actions  could  eventually  do  —  falling  so  quickly  into  the  defense  (  his  former  padawan  always  did  go  for  methods  deemed  unconventional , obi-wan  pulled  into  the  mess  out  of  both  an  obligation , as  well  as  a  fondness  developed  over  the  many  years  together  — and  it  seemed  this  reappearance  did  more  upon  his  psyche  than  he’d  imagined  ). he  straightens , caution  in  his  movements  and  perhaps  he  shouldn’t , but  it  feels  second  nature , as  he  reaches  out  to  the other  in  the  force , an  almost  desperate  plea  lingering  within  as  he  stares  down  someone  he  hasn’t  laid  eyes  on  in  ages  —  in  the  flesh , body  and  all.  ANAKIN  SKYWALKER , a  force  to  be  reckoned  with  even  BEFORE  he  killed  off  his  humanity  in  exchange  to  wear  the  mantle  of  DARTH  VADER  (  the  name  alone  leaves  a  sour  taste  at  the  back  of  his  mouth , heightened  so  with  the  entanglement  of  guilt  and  shame  within  it  )  was  a  sight  for  sore , lonely  eyes  as  he  traces  the  figure  head  to  toe with  his  eyes , as  if  memorizing  each  scar  and  curve  in  its  current , untouched  state  before  flames  could  engulf  them  up.  it  was  a  mere  ILLUSION , he  was  sure  —  a  figment  deprived  from  sleepless  nights  that  even  the  strongest  brew  of  tea  nor  meditation  could  calm ; from  a  weariness  and  a  by-product  of  his  self-imposed  isolation , surrounded  only  by  endless  hills  of  sand  and  the  twin  suns  of  tatooine  glaring  down  at  his  back  as  he  stares  out  in  the  direction  of  the  lars  farm  with  purpose  set  in  his  gaze.  AND  YET  —  a  presence  so  familiar , missing  the  harsh  edges  previously  entrenched  in  a  darkness  he’d  forced  himself  to   become  accustomed  to  —  he  can’t  turn  away.  confusion  remains , marking  itself  upon  his  poker  face , broken  only  for  a  moment  as  ben  falters , words  struggling  to  be  said  before  he  settles.     ❛  it’s  been  a  long  time , old  friend.  ❜