#poor maul

(I hope this text reaches you bc I accidentally cried on my phone)

THANK YOUUUUUUU💖💖💖 Ta’ali is the Togruta crèche master, tho. The little Twi’lek girl still has no name, but I should give her one if I want to keep letting her make Maul’s life miserable🤔

Every time she does something he’s just like

Zivs ears flicked up by her Masters words like the ears of a alerted animal and she looked up from her glass of Jaga-berry.juice. She had been sitting in one of the corners of the saloon, besid the permanent wave of spacers walking in and out ino the hall. Innocently fluttering her snowwhite lashes the young girl sweetly hummed: “-well YOU  left me here to meditate on my own while you went off to have that oh-so-kriffing-adult-conversation with the politicans there, Master! So why are you now annoyed when I did some stuff to fill the boredom when I couldn´t meditate in a room full of kriffing people?” Very unimpressed the Padawan slurped on her berry-juice, looking past the Zabraks shoulder to the Rhodian who she had eschanged glances with since around half a hour. The Tynnans eyes were still horrible, but even when the Rhodian was nothing but a tourquise blurr for her, she could see how he looked back happily at her when Ziv decided to not pay any attention to Mauls words. The saloon aroudn them was loud and busy like a beehive and a talk was hard to have with the noises drowning almost every word so Ziv rose her voice just loud enough for Maul, and only Maul, to hear.

“Also wouldn´t some-” , there was a smile spreading on the girls muzzle that with her sharp canines looked more like a baring of teeth than anything else as she winked over to the Rhodian- teenager demonstrative. So demonstrative it was definitive just to annoy her Master: “-kriffing friendly relations to some locals, if -you -know -what- I- mean, smoothen the whole political stuff going on here?”

@dathmirson​ asked:        “ please stop it ”

      ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋs.     yet, she wanted to know. needed to know if there were any truth in what she’d heard obi-wan say. that he’d never chosen the DARK SIDE, that he’d been pushed into it from when he was a child. that entering a war like this wasn’t his first choice... if all of that were true, then maybe it would be possible for him to change his ways. not that she had much faith in that idea, but it was worth exploring. even if it seemed like he didn’t enjoy the questions.   “ was he right? OBI-WAN. “   she stepped closer then, brows raised as she starred at the sith before her.   “ just answer me that. was he right? were you chosen for this life, for this war? were you a soldier without any choice? answer my questions and i’ll stop. “

Maul sniffled, looking up at the towering human with no small amount of fear. The only humans he’d met before had been cruel, and he wasn’t sure this one would be any different. But it was a chance he had to take.“Please don’t bring me back to him,” Maul begged softly.

Qui-Gon’s heart clenched at that earnest, scared request.

“Of course not, little one,” he said. “Would you like to come with me? I can give you a home.” The Jedi Master eyed how thin the boy was and swallowed a bout of anger, releasing it into the Force. No,he couldn’t risk to scare the poor Darksider. “As much food as you want. Kids to play with. And I promise no one will ever hurt you again.”

[Heart Meme from @thezabrakassassin.]

💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

Ahh, confused Zabrak noises, my favourite kind!

OK, the Daily Stocking thing from Jedifest is long over, but I wanted to do one more just to wrap up the collection (and because working on my longer stories is stressing me out). So here, have Maul: Longing

Maul’s legs, already clogged with sand, finally gave out. He collapsed, sliding halfway down the dune before coming to a stop. The twin suns of Tatooine burned overhead, as merciless as any Sith.

The air wavered, taking shape as his aching eyes watched. Soon he realized that it was Savage staring down at him.

“Brother.” The word was barely more than a wheeze between his parched lips.

Savage was talking to him. The words sounded far away and he couldn’t make any sense of them.

“You’re here,” he rasped, stretching out a trembling hand.

Savage shook his head and started to turn away.

“Brother! No!” Maul couldn’t muster the strength to stand no matter how hard he tried. “Don’t leave me,” he croaked, but Savage was still walking away. “Please. I... I need you.”

As he continued to strain the wind kicked up a swirl of sand. When it was gone, so was his brother.