#lightlived

"Tid!" The jedi knight called out to the woman. She looked a little loose for wear. The war was doing awful things to all of them. Sustained injuries and battle scars became all the more common. He ran to her at full speed though, embracing the woman as if she were an old friend. They'd barely spoken, but part of him felt...close to her. She'd been his comfort when he had felt so unsure about his padawan, Ahsoka. Whenever he had felt anxious or scared, he'd found himself reaching out for her prescience in the force and she always seemed to come to meet him.

It'd been months since they'd last seen each other, but he was excited to see her, enough so that he even greeted her informally, hug included.

     THE FORCE had fallen quiet long ago; those who dared reach into its depths were put in immediate danger. so when ahsoka tano felt it come alive ( if only briefly, if only for a brilliant moment ), it caused her to PAUSE in her steps. this was supposed to be a mission to restock and nothing more, but there was another on this planet --- another who was guided by an old belief. it was dangerous, foolish, a hundred things that ahsoka thought she had learned by now, but she followed and followed and... 

     “YOU --- ” she stopped a woman on the street ( woman with hair like fire, with the force rippling around her, with grace in her steps ), hand gripping tightly onto her arm. “have we met before?” she knew the answer.

Why were all of her children hell bent on embarrassing the former queen of Olympus? Tidreen was obviously no exception. She married the one being Margo loathed the most during her days as a goddess, torturing him mentally on many occasions – Heracles. Though she loved her she often found it difficult to look at her. Maybe that’s why it affected her so deeply; he had stolen her child, one she actually loved, from her. Dickead. Due to seeing her daughter after all this time all of the fury and heartache hit her at once. “Look who it is. Finally coming to visit your mother, hmm? Done being a disappointment to her yet?”

                   “everyone falls don’ they? i’s poetic t’ think that the difference in all’a us is how we get back up   ------   but nah, it’s how you treat your fellow fallen,”          she’s head and shoulders in her second glass of rotgut though, so any drunken philosophy should be IGNORED before the slovenly bounty hunter makes too much of a fool of herself.           “fuck, i hate hutta.”