#forcebright

where are your lawful good receipts? I have seen no evidence of that alignment for you tbh.

                   “Pray, YOUNG MAN - can you Skywalk?”

the fight has moved on, at least for today, and the high strung energy has waned, easing into hushed words of comfort and reassurance. poe stands at the edge of it all, looking out the viewports of the tower that lando had graciously provided them to use, staring out at the stars, one hand toying with the chain around his neck. the smell cuts through before anything else, warm and nutty sweet, an enticement of riches that brings back memories of the ranch of yavin. he meets the grin with his own crook of his lips, and gratefully accepts the gift, allowing the ring to fall back onto his chest as his hands are warmed against the cup.

[ starry sent memes and so can you .

          “ Oh, I suppose that means we’re stuck here, then? ”     Odo pushed away from the secondary console to make his irritation inescapably clear. The notion of drifting dead in space was, of course, inconvenient at best, but his patience had worn thin going on fourteen hours straight of navigational charting.  “And we’ll be stuck here for the rest of our lives, until you waste away into nothing and I seep through the seams in the hull plating, is that it?”

He turned harshly back to the console.

[ starry sent memes and so can you .

          Odo scoffed, but it was really more out of doubt than derision, maybe even a little amused.  “You make it sound like it’ll be easy,”  he said, and tilted his head just so – ah. There it was, the marked disdain. And perhaps blending in would once have been as simple as all that, at least for one of them, had he still retained even an ounce of his former shapeshifting ability. The loss of it was still fresh enough, and it had hardly done anything to make him more companionable.

Honestly. How did the solids get by?

The heat of this planet was getting to him, as was the biting, dry air. Some things hadn’t changed. He pulled the thin wrap meant to keep out the worst from the twin suns low over his eyes until that was all that could be seen: two pale, ill-tempered points of i’ve-had-enough glaring out at the world.  “Fine. But on my station, we wouldn’t last a minute in hiding,”  he grumbled, rather unfairly.  “I’ll be more impressed by their lack of security than our skills in laying low for a while, if we make it through this. So. How far to the nearest one?”

poetry prompts 

the ground underneath him didn’t even acknowledge his presence, the grass didn’t stir, he made no footsteps in the cool earth as he stood. silent and entirely intangible. and yet, the force moved around him as if he was really there. anakin looked up almost immediately at the sound of his son’s voice. his son. it was still something he had to get used to, that he could just sit and talk to him like this after everything. growing accustomed to his spectral form didn’t come without its complications. including the faint prick of something resembling — in the simplest terms — sadness, at luke’s words. it was an uncomfortable feeling, one he hadn’t often felt until recently. though he hadn’t felt much of anything, as vader, in years. until luke came into his life. anakin didn’t answer immediately, but even as a ghost he retained his default frown that graced his features. ( wrong ? why would there be anything wrong with him ) luke, the one who had so compassionately offered him forgiveness… maybe it was the father in him talking, but he couldn’t imagine seeing a flaw in him. but anakin knew it was never that simple. maybe something had happened. he didn’t try to touch luke — offer a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder — anakin wouldn’t dare. the unfortunate reincarnation wouldn’t let him, but it wasn’t just that. even though he had been redeemed, he carried the guilt of his life around him like a weight. it was the same guilt that pulled his hand back to his side. ( don’t overstep. )  it wasn’t very often he got to talk to luke. at least, not as much as he would like. after everything, he still had that desire for attention, for human contact.

ponchos are valid