#jedikllr

@jedikllr​  ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ  “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ”  ✦° ‧   ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ

CRIMSON   ARE   HER   LIPS ,  HONEY   EYES   WATCHING   FROM   AFAR  .    silent   steps   emphasize   ghost   like   appearance  ,   dark   fabric   but   a   reflection   of   womans   soul .   expensive   gowns ,   banquets   to   support   the   idea   of   TOTAL   CONTROL  ,   to   bewitch   the   minds   of   the   weak   with   promises   of   victory   and   power .   WAS   THIS   WHERE   SHE   BELONGED   TO   ?  ?   hot   blood   on   her   hands   still   way   too   real  ,   screams   re   echoing   in   between   hollow   chatter  .   she   wasn  ‘  t   a   diplomat  ,   neither   beautiful   doll   to   be   but   that   beneath   soldiers   and   generals .   NO .   a   raw   force   was   flowing   through   her   veins  ,   a   heritage   young   woman   was   willing   to   take   with   whatever   it   would    cost     (   just   as   he   taught   her   )    .   their   freedom   a   naive   concept  ,    ants   beneath   her   boots   just   waiting  ,   begging   to   be   RULED   OVER  .   it   was   fate  .   it   was   what   rey   was   born   for  ,   raised   to   believe .    AN   EMPRESS   above   them   all  ,   even   though   if   the   entire   galaxy   had   to   be   burned   to   be   built   up   from   its   ashes  .

          ‘ 𝙸 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙳. ’ death was a strange thing , indeed. made stranger still by the way life still clung to her , and her to life. tethered to this existence by the force. or perhaps a bloodstained legacy. she had failed anakin , that much was true. even if the history tomes would never lay their blame at her grave. but here was her grandson , following down a path she now forced herself to follow -- with hopes of casting light upon him once more.

         ❝ i see through the cracks in your mask , ❞  it worries her that he wears it again . it worries her more that it somehow feels different than it had before he shattered it . he wears it again and rey fears the worst  ;  she fears kylo ren’s return is more imminent than ben solo’s . she stares into it , as if staring long enough and hard enough might reveal the eyes beneath the mask , rather than her own reflection in the shiny metal .  ❝ you’re haunted . ❞

@jedikllr​:  ‘ i know that you’re scared . ’ ↳ FINE LINE.

          “  Scared ?   No,  I’m not scared.  ”   Words were spoken with a slight chuckle in an effort to mask the slight anxieties.   She sat in the barest of rooms,  or was it more like a cell ?  Held captive by a man with a mask and no face to place the voice.  In her effort to find her sister,  she ran into trouble instead.   This usually was her normal signature.  She moves to pace,  holding her wrists up to show her captor her displeasure of being bound.

          “  Why would I be scared ?  I’ve just been.... placed in a cell with cuffs on my wrists and no idea where I’m at in the galaxy.   No big deal,  I’m sure... it happens to everyone.  ”