“i know.” she sighed, hands running over her face and through her hair before ultimately dropping back onto her desk, looking up at amy. “i know you all pulled strings, and don’t think i’m not appreciative of that.” leia didn’t have it in her to be angry, to be upset, to even hide the exhaustion in her voice. it was all laid out in front of her, everything she had done wrong in the last few weeks, every mistake she made, or was going to make in jacen’s case. and there was no use denying she had royally kriffed up. “does it really matter why? i mean, does me saying i needed to clear my head make any of this any better? it was a reckless move, i know. it was stupid, and idiotic. i could have just as easily called you to tell you. but i just--” she shook her head, a hand going to the bruise on her neck as she moved too quickly, the tenderness still there, a pain forever ingrained in her mind, seared into her memories next to the fire in that man’s hands. “i needed a break. i needed to be alone, and really alone. you’ve missed a lot amy, and i just needed time." her hands fell again, a shaky breath coming to calm her nerves as best she could. “it won’t happen again. i’m here until i’m told to go somewhere else. it makes everyone’s lives easier that way.”

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Alice’s lips curved up into a soft smile. The shy, reserved kind that only presented itself when he was near. They had been on a long, winding road, him and her. Full of bumps and holes and the whole wide world hellbent on tearing them apart. And yet, somehow, here they were. Her head in his lap, hair splayed out around them, staring up at him as though the world had fallen away, as though he was her world.

And in a way, maybe he was, this beautiful man that she’d fallen in love with, time after time, day after day. Despite all the obstacles, despite all the world had thrown at them, she still got to look up into those eyes, full of wonder and beauty and passion and love. There had been times where it had felt like the universe was determined to tear them apart, fate snipping at the ties binding them together, waiting until the strings snapped forever. And then there were other times, the ones that felt as though after all this time the world was still leading her straight to him; Her constant, her north star, her body and soul.

Her smile grew even softer, tugging at their entwined hands to kiss his knuckles, her upturned lips grazing his skin gently. ‘Well, I guess you got lucky then, hm?’ She was just teasing, of course. Alice had always considered herself the lucky one. She reached up with her free hand, fingers ghosting across his jaw, eyes watching him in wonder. ‘You have me, Frank. Today, tomorrow, forever. Until the last star in the sky dies, you have me.’

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It was a simple sentiment, he supposed. As simple as anything in the universe. Love. A love that healed. A love that could tear apart galaxies as quickly and ferociously as it could mend them. He’d known love like that. The simple kind like Owen and Beru had, kind and effortless in its nature. The devastating kind that his parents shared, too beautiful to last and too rare to live. It was simple, but it was also dangerous.

Perhaps there could be a day where Luke could find it in himself to believe that. Perhaps one day he could believe his actions of good could ever supersede all the bad that had been dealt by his hands. Perhaps a soul bonded to his could one day heal those very broken pieces. And perhaps when he saw red hair and bright eyes he might even believe that day could be so much closer than he could ever hope for.

But, as luck would have it, that day was not today.

His lips tugged upwards in something of the smile. Not the kind that split across his face. Not the kind that reached his eyes. Not the kind that came with a boisterous laugh. It was the quiet kind. The kind he’d adapted over time. The kind that he could feel the weight of in his veins. The kind he couldn’t help. Just like he couldn’t help the way his eyes gazed at her. Just like he couldn’t help the sense of hope that bloomed within his chest against all the other emotions threatening to weigh him down. ‘Maybe I’ll find that kind of love one day.’ A pause. ‘Maybe I’ll find her one day.’

granted ! we look forward to seeing you back on the 16th. hope it gets worked out soon !

things had been - well, weird. weirder than usual, and that was saying something. for the longest time, everything had been perfectly fine. nothing out of the ordinary, just people who came and went through their shelter like clockwork. and then one crazy thing after the other had started happening. running into that blonde, though - what was her name, lauren? - that had officially been too much. the infection, sure. the dreams, fine. even all the magnetic pregnancy meltdowns she’d been having lately. but random people claiming to know her? yeah, officially too much.

everything was cool. ( okay, nothing was cool and poe had spent a good three days freaking out while pretending to look fine, but everything was cool. ) his mother’s old ring wasn’t hanging on his chain anymore, it was inside a velvet lined box stashed away in a pocket jaya wouldn’t just find. he’d gone to finn to help think up the best way to propose, he’d dealt with finding his mother in the middle of washington, dc. everything was gonna be fine. everything was cool - he was poe dameron, of course everything was cool. ( then again, she was jaina solo, and he’d always be a lovestruck fool around her. )

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