#redsabertm

The abandoned dwelling was terrifying to say the least. Yet it was the best hideaway for miles. No one would think of looking for anyone in ‘legendary’ haunt. Of course the old wives tale of it being home to a vengeful being whose soul lingered had to be false. Still any creak the old place made made her nearly jump out of her skin. The old tree just outside swaying like many arms reaching out to gobble up any that dared approach.

Huddling tighter in her cloak the young woman watched the small fire she’d managed flicker. The dancing flames calming her nerves slightly until a noise just outside the place made her snuff it out fast. It was a desolate area, so any close by only had to come within the view of the house to know someone was squating there.

@redsabertm​

Gentle rays of sunlight peek through bedroom curtains as the first hints of dawn light the morning Sky. Tangled sloppily in the soft flannel sheets, red and green button-down pajamas scattered on the floor, hair covering their faces –they rejoice in each other's warmth. Both of their chests rise and fall in unison as his head rests gently in the crook of Vestara’s neck. The pair spent all night garnishing toys with gift wrap once their two tiny tots were tucked in bed; getting drunk off spiked eggnog and fat off gingerbread cookies they had made with the children days earlier. Her heart has never been so full.

Growing up as part of a Sith tribe on Kesh, the woman never celebrated holidays. They were shunned as a waste of time in her culture. Now, she was thankful Ben had shown her the light, and all the beautiful things that came with it. Like holidays with their two gorgeous children; Owen and Mahara. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” Her mind is dragged from slumber as the pitter-patter of tiny feet come rushing through their bedroom. Before she can even react, their offspring are up and jumping on the bed. “It’s time to open presents!” They squeal in unison. 

_HE CONSIDERED as he adjusted the hooded cloak around him, he chose to keep himself mostly in disguise, though there were few who would recognize the former Supreme Leader. Though his clothes still reflected some of his darker time. Darker shades fit him to the purer shades that Rey wore.  

“Christmas in the mountain’s could be beautiful…where would you like to go ?” he inquired with an arched brow. His hand rested lightly at her back as they moved. “As long as you do not say Hoth.” he added with a wry little grin. “We can do our shopping for the trip, and be off as soon we have an idea of where we want to go.” he thought there were a few places that might work. Still, if Rey had an idea of where she’d like to go all the better. Ben would be happy being where ever she was as simple as that was.

Rey smiled up at him as he adjusted his cloak, admiring the slightly brighter color palette on him. Even if it was just dark grey, at least it wasn’t black. She shook her head, “No...not Hoth,” she said to him with a chuckle. “What about Tah’Nuhna?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Or if you want to go somewhere else,” she shrugged, not sure where else there was to go. “I still don’t know many places so I’m more than happy going wherever you want.” 

When it came to personality, the two were quite different indeed. Breha had always been the more outgoing of the two. She was the louder one, the one more likely to lead her brother off on some adventure that would surely end up with the two of them grounded...or, once they got to the academy, spending an afternoon in ‘contemplative reflection’ with their uncle. But there were ways in which they were the same as well. Ways in which no one else could possibly even begin to understand.

Not even their mother and their uncle. For while yes, they were also twins, they had lived a life apart. Had never developed the bond Breha and her brother had.

The voices he heard? She heard them too. Fainter than his and with much less pull. But they were there. It seemed today they were especially worrisome.

She had never doubted that Ben would be a caring and attentive father, just like she had never doubted that her would be a caring and attentive husband. But that didn’t change the fact that every little thing he did made her fall in love with him all over again. 

Laying her head on his chest, she stole a glance over at their daughter who was, as her father said, full of energy and wide awake -- running around with her cousin (or more accurately, chasing after the older boy and BB-8 and D-O chased after her). It had to have been hard on Ben...to watch his sister have everything he too had wanted. A deep love, a family. Oh she knew he would have never begrudged Breha her happiness, but still...