#leiader

@leiader​ asked:  ❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜

“I can’t stop now, Leia.”  He couldn’t-- he’d come so far.  He was a Jedi now, like his father before him.  And Luke knew something about lighting funeral pyres.  

“The Jedi texts I’ve found-- some of the things they’ve said, the rules the enforce.  I don’t believe-- I can’t believe that they were right.  

“They say that attachments are the path to the dark side; but every time I’ve been tempted it’s my attachments that have saved me. 

“If my choice is between having attachments and lighting my own pyre; or casting off attachments and living in darkness-- then I’ll light the way every time.

“Hey! Hey! Fingers out of the pot!” He said, gently nudging her aside to keep her from tasting their dinner too soon.  “What kind of manners are those for a princess, anyway?” He teased, throwing a handful of herbs in to stir together with the rest of the stew.  

“Leia,” Queen Breha greeted her daughter as she stepped into the princess’ room. How many times had the queen walked into this room? Yet sometimes it still amazed her just how much her daughter had grown up, especially in the last few years.

There were, of course, many things Luke had been looking forward to about Ben’s birth.  Many of them had not gone according to plan, but the most important things-- that he and Mara finally got to meet their son, and everyone was healthy and happy-- had still happened. This, now, was the next very important thing-- one of the things he’d been so looking forward to, outside of the immediate first priorities.  

It was time for Ben to meet his Aunt Leia.  

Luke held Ben in the crook of his arm, standing up as Leia came in.  “Mara’s resting still,” He said by way of explanation.  It had been -- dangerous, and draining, but he could feel her strength in the Force still.  The worst had passed. 

“Here he is,” He added, gently pulling the soft blanket down so Leia could get a better look at Ben’s face; his shock of red hair and chubby cheeks.  He was half asleep still, just awake enough to open blue eyes and yawn like a tiny o. 

“ wow! your hair looks just like starlight. it’s beautiful. ” 

*✧･ﾟ:* @leiader​ *:･ﾟ✧*

 HEAVEN   WOULD   BURST   OPEN      with   the   love   she   holds   for   her   children   ------------   boundless,   eternal,   forged   from   heartstrings   and   hardships   both.   in   the   end,   all   of   it   was   worth   it;   to   hold   them   in   her   arms,   to   watch   them   grow   and   explore   and   become   their   own   people,   despite   the   urge   to   keep   them   just   like   this,   innocent   and   wide   eyed   and   untouched   by   grief.   it   always   passes,   though   she   knows   it   to   be   harder   for   anakin,   with   how   often   he   bemoans   the   way   the   twins   seem   to   grow   much   too   fast.   still.   no   use   to   dwell   on   that   which   cannot   be   controlled.   despite   everything   else   they   have   accomplished,   neither   she   nor   her   husband   can   halt   the   passage   of   time.

@leiader​ :   ❛   brace   for  impact !   ❜ ask prompt :   MEME.  /  ACCEPTING .

@leiader​ asked:  ❛   in  the  event  that  i  do  not  return  ,  i  want  you  to  know  that  you  have  been  a  real  friend  luke.   ❜ - the rise of skywalker starters

@leiader​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ   ❛ that was a brave thing you did today. ❜   ✦  ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ *ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

      𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲   !    rey   carried   herself   with  the  flighted    air   of   success.  THE RESISTANCE  RAIDED  A  FIRST ORDER  WEAPONRY :   AND RETURNED  WITH  THE  REINFORCEMENT  OF  ARMORY  THEY DESPERATELY  NEEDED.    even  with  a  glittered   smile   and  a  brightened  eye,    (  for  their  morale  )   deep   within   she  felt   the   retraction   of   reservation.    BRAVE   felt   out  of  place,   like luscious  grass  on jakku.