#isihe

your words feel like daggers / viciously digging through her skin & ripping her heart inside out. yet for some mysterious reason she feels tempted by your offer / after all freedom was what all of it was about. she hadn’t committed the sin of patricide only to cower away at the first opportunity to finally speak out for herself. “ i am scared. the darkness, it has me. ”

    ❛  please  tell  me  you’re  joking.  ❜  he had already promised to help her study, and they’re not even two hours in. it’s a bit unnerving, if she’s being honest with herself. sam hadn’t been as diligent in her studies as she usually is, instead opting for a social life to try and push back the terrors her mind wanted to unleash every waking moment. the coffee table and couch are spread with books, flashcards, and sheets of questions and amidst this pile of of work is the petite blonde, eyes wide as she stares up at him. ❛  i  will  by  you  coffee  for   a  month, don’t  pass  out  on  me.  ❜

❝ what is it like? ❞ she asks softly, peering into Ben whose presence makes her undoubtedly nervous. it’s not often you’re in the presence of a jedi, especially one who’s lineage is legend among some. is she supposed to be asking this? will he dislike her asking something so possibly intimate? those things she doesn’t know, but the answers to the questions she asking, she must know.  ❝ the force, what does it feel like? ❞

deep down she knows it’s all meaningless to you / you are rage incarnate, a pure being of fire & loathing / nothing, not even her can ever hope to get in your way. that is unless she is prepared to die at your hand / which in a sense, she always has been / from the moment you two met, she knew she would lay down her own life for you. yet she feels bitter / cheated even / knowing you would probably never do the same for her. “ you don’t love me, & you never will. big fucking deal ! ”