#obexmagae

            “are you looking for anything, or anytime, specific?”      she asks in the dim light of her studio, wiping paint off of her hands as she glances at the pieces around them.      “most of it is for sale so long as it’s already happened. the rest is   ------   personal, so to speak.”

00X. DARK STARTERS  [accepting]

           the escape attempt had been poorly planned, but padme is sure that they’d expected another one of her sooner. arms bound behind her back she’s all loose muscles and some sort of bruising at the base of her spine and just below her ribs.            “kylo,”           she’s never known him by any other name, so it’s easy to call him by what he prefers, the name more of a ghost than a man. what had he been like while his heart still beat?

            “what’s the purpose of this game of find and retrieve?   ——   i promise, i’ll cooperate if you untie me. i won’t attempt something so soon after a failure,”            and just the way her arms are bent is causing the trail in her voice. she’s not his grandmother, not by anything more than genetic material, and she’s so tired right now that she’d not even think to play that card. ANAKIN would’ve done the same, she’s sure, vader would’ve killed her outright, rather than see her return to a side that wasn’t his own. 

“People called you laid back? People who have met you? Living people with like, brains and eyes?”

           “i appreciate the consistency of your being an asshole, you know? it’s like a warm blanket in the winter: i always know it’s there for me.”

“It’s fine. I’ve gotten used to the security guards watching me.”

             “very funny. how late am i and do i need to text finn?”              she's shifting her dice bag between her fingers, making the dice inside clink together.