#heartsabered

            at some point in the night, whilst drifting between consciousness and sleep the bed dips under the weight of another. used to this by now, she continues, for her mind has but a fleeting thought of his presence that comes and goes on a weathered wave of subconsciousness. but then, as she starts to pull herself out of the clutches of potential sleep, there’s a jostling and a shifting and a blind movement as his strong arm finds her waist and wraps around it, pulling her toward him. hazel eyes widen in wakefulness now, brow raising with the jolt of his tug.

            with a blink she cranes her neck to look over him in the deep dark midnight blue of the room. though his hold on her is strong it is also gentle and kind. his form wrapping around he as he buries his face against her loose brown locks and sighs. ( they sigh in unison she notices, the calmness of their shared soul like a breath of fresh air upon intimate connection. ) and so she places a hand over his on her stomach, caressing it gently with the soft tips of her fingers and allows her body to shift into relaxation she’s known only recently as their nightly routine continues ——- as always, with a gentle touch, a kind hold, an adoring sigh, and a night full of star-filled dreams.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs. it had definitely gotten better over the few months since the destruction of palpatine and exegol. being able to be with his soulmate-- really be with her-- brought him comfort. now that the two were practically inseparable , it’s hard to believe that there was a time in his life where he’d gone without her. whenever he was in her presence , all of that nearly entirely fades away.

when the end of the day rolls around and night falls , he is happy to join her under the covers. the second his head hits the pillow , he’s reaching out for her. there was no such thing as restful peace if he is not touching her in some way. she is his safety blanket , a way to stave off the nightmares that would creep into his mind otherwise.

ben squeezes her slightly , burying his face into her hair and breathing in the familiar scent. it would never get old. he smiled a lopsided smirk-- just like that of his father-- and released her only slightly. he was pretty sure that she was asleep at this point but decided to say something anyway. “ i love you , ” he whispers sleepily.

TRANSMISSION : “  i’m yelling in general not at you  ” SIGNAL FROM : REY  ( @heartsabered​ )

Well...it seemed his poor antenna had sustained damage again. Of course, there was no way of him knowing this on his own, but it was pointed out to him by one of the other pilots when he was rolling in alongside Poe from a mission.

So he sought out Rey, because she always did such a good job bending it back into place.

“Don’t teach Artoo that kind of language--

manifestation in the physical realm felt like a inhale of fresh air in anakin’s lungs. he could feel energy flowing through the air and the trees, the life in the ground underneath his feet. the force itself materialized into his form, a shimmering azure apparition.  for what reason was he here? a flicker of annoyance - inconvenience - embedded itself within him. with all of it a presence in the back of his mind. one he didn’t fully recognize, yet welcomed all the same. who had called him? despite anticipating the silent nagging in the force, the source was surprising. her. anakin’s blunt question went out near immediately - he had never been one for saving his breath.

when he opened his mouth to respond, there was something off - a faint metallic tone. “you know who i am.” anakin observed, both parts curious and indifferent. his spectral form was hooded for a reason. darth vader was dead - this was true - but parts of him lingered as perpetual reminders of his hubris. a shadow covered one side of his face. even for vader, a visible reflection had meant destruction of whatever object was causing it. being an entity of the living force did not rid anakin of the coiled darkness around his heart. still, the force was strong. anakin figured his presence was comparable to luke’s, which rey knew well. it wasn’t an unpleasant thought.