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@killjedi SENT A HOLOCOM: “ did someone hurt you?”

Head   quickly   shakes   as   hands   are   tightly   gripping   onto   the   steel   bars   that   separated   them,   “   No   one   touched   me,   𝙸'𝙼   𝙾𝙺𝙰𝚈.  ”      Padmé   quietly   whispers   out   to   the   Jedi.   Luck   wasn't   on   her   side   as   of   late.   The   ship   Padmé   was   on   the   night   before   had   been   hijacked,   by   whom,   she   wasn't   sure.   But   she   knew   it   was   a   paid   job,   and   wherever   she   was   being   taken   wasn't   safe.

“   How   did   you   find   me   ?  ”      She   asks,   the   sight   of   her   husband's   haggared   eyes   tugging   at   her   heart   strings;   she   wanted   nothing   more   than   to   reach   out   for   his   touch,   but   she   couldn't.   Normally,   Padmé   wouldn't   question   his   methods—   she'd   learned   that   long   ago,   but   she   was   still   stunned   at   how   quickly   he   was   able   to   find   her.   It   had   only   been   𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘   𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒   since   she'd   gone   missing.

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with his blade pointed to her throat, she gives him a bewildered look before matching his smile. ❝ what the hell was that? ❞ she interrogates, shoulders relaxing as his weapon is withdrawn. palm outstretched, she summons her lightsaber back to her, still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. ❝ how'd you do that spinning thing? that was badass. ❞

@killjedi​ asked: ♕ - one Muse gestures wildly and smacks another passing by

engrossed, GENERAL VEERS spoke of victory and pride as he recounted his most recent campaign. the tall DENONIAN was usually a man of incredible stoicism, an imposing stature amongst the crowd, towering and brawny, footsteps heavy and determined. he was used to OFFICERS, TROOPERS and SOLDIERS making way under his presence.

this time however... the man’s green eyes glowed, his hands gesturing freely and aimlessly. he was the definition of vigour and pride. the poor shorter OFFICER tried to match VEERS’s long strides so he was able to get every bits and details about crusade.

only to be cut short when VEERS’s hand came in contact with something hard that could be easily registered as durasteel or plasteel. the look of horror written all over the OFFICER’s confirmed the worst and the GENERAL swallowed a lump before quickly dismissing the poor man. 

❝ apologies, my LORD... i should have... i wasn’t looking where i was going. ❞

        ❝  when i was a child, i would like to CLIMB the highest wall i could find, so i could watch the myriads of 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 of the lanterns floating towards the heavens. i would wonder what it would be like to explore the GALAXY  ━━ to see more then the farm back within the tion cluster.   ❞    reaching out, her fingers brushed against the frame of stone wall. ❝  at that time i was much smaller then even this wall here. ❞

          pausing within thought, she looked up at anakin a small smile lifting the corners of her lips, ❝  sometimes it is hard to believe that 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 could be a part of something that is so much bigger then a poor farm girl she was born as. if my father could see me now, i bet he would NOT be pleased of the life i have chosen, but i do not regret leaving so young. storing away on that 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 saved me from living a life i did not want and gave me a chance to discover things about myself that my father wanted to keep 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒. ❞

          stopping at mid point on the bridge, mulan turned to fully face the view, her body leaning against the stone. glancing up towards the sky, she watched as the 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃. ❝  what about you ?  ❞

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Shmi looks out at the twin suns across the desert, silent for a long moment while she sits shoulder-to-shoulder with her son. Too afraid to look him in the eye, too worried to see his emotions as she whispers softly. "I've tried to do what I thought was best for you," she murmurs. "Can you forgive me for sending you away with Master Qui-Gon?"

her smile is a slow moving thing, almost luxurious.

anakin's impression flickers and there may not be much time left to speak to him, though ahsoka still finds herself taking her sweet time sitting down beside that which remains of the master from a youth long past. he's quite been a few different people since they last spoke in the flesh. so has she; they still know one another regardless, memorized across landscapes of flaws and cracks and peaks. perhaps they will always know, even as they fade into the force and out of memory, when that time finally comes.

 ❝  something in here, ❞ the now matured togruta murmurs while tapping where her robes hide her heart,  ❝ always needed to hear that. i'm amazed that the youngling i used to be still lingers, but she does. and that part of me is grateful to get to hear you say it. all those years never made a difference. thank you. ❞

once, that might have been a lie, she thinks: such generosity would have been what ahsoka wished she felt. there hadn't been much room for grace in her garden of old agonies.

but as much as it pained ahsoka to watch the past burn before her, below the ash of her grievances and guilts dwelt a more whole spirit, meant for a path not walked by simply subsisting on what service she could provide the galaxy at any given time. above all, there was hope. for her, and for the galaxy.