“Mother . . .” He doesn’t know what to say-- but long ago he’d learned that the best thing to do was to always start with the truth; he’d found that being open and honest encouraged others to be just as open and honest with him.  And that was how he wanted to start his relationship with his mother. 

maybe she feels a  BIT  bad for running and leaving her husband behind.  she did warn ben  ,  though  -  so she doesn’t feel too badly.  and marci misses her  ,  missed her grandmother every single day.  so  ,  when she flings the door open  ,  out of breath and panting  ,  she grins.  “  hi.  HI  -  HI.  i love you--  i missed you.  ”

tryna make my partners cry || @senaetore

            ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ & sᴏ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ. everything surrounding her future is clouded, filled with uncertainty and darkness. there is greatness in her past, present and future alike. and greatness so often comes with pain and loss. he has worked for many a politician. she is the only one he has ever respected. the only one he cares about. he isn’t supposed to get attached to his missions but he couldn’t help himself with her. she has a good heart. a strong one. he has never seen anyone balance strength and kindness so well. she could lead a battle and with the same breath tenderly comfort a child. he wants to protect her. that is his job, yes, the very reason he is even here. but it’s more than that. he knows there is pain in her future. no matter what outcome she will lose something or someone. 

he wishes he could keep her heart from the sorrow he knows it will bear but he also knows the future is not to be meddled with. the more you try to prevent an outcome the more likely to become true. the paths to fate may take many forms, but the destination is always the same. if he cannot shield her from it, maybe he can give her softer ground to walk upon. a shoulder to lean on. anything to keep that smile present for as long as possible. sometimes she smiles at him and for a moment, it is as if past & future don’t matter, everything else fades away. the man who holds her heart is fortunate. and he is a fool if he breaks it the way emil fears. 

“ So this is how liberty dies. with thunderous applause. “ 

𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙝    𝙝𝙖𝙙    𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣    𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙚'𝙨    𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙,    𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝    𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨    𝙛𝙤𝙧    𝙖    𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.    you    were    both    better    now,    and    mom    has    been    rescued,    after    papa    had    heard    of    her    kidnapping.    that    part    of    the    empire    had    at    least    felt    the    force    of    the    skywalkers.    you    were    better,    and    you    were    finally    given    the    okay    to    put    some    weight    on    your    affected    leg.    you’d    be    fine,    you    were    always    fine.    it’s    the    reason    why    you    are    dragging    yourself    towards    the    skywalker-naberrie    quarters    that    they    had    been    assigned    on    this    ship.    desperate    to    see    your    mother,    and    having    to    stop    various    time    to    gain    breath    back    doesn’t    make    it    easier,    but    now    leaning    against    the    door,    and    knocking    seems    easier,    ❝  mom,    it’s    me    leia,    can    you    open    up?  ❞

@senaetore || billie eilish lyric starters || accepting

No more than I can escape the way I love you.

No more than either of them can escape their duties.

I will always choose her. And she will always choose Naboo.

Staring at Padmé now, Sabé feels like a planet orbiting her Senator’s, her Queen’s, radiant, everliving sun. Amidala was crafted with the power of meteorfire only because Padmé Naberrie had the strength to carry such a weight upon her shoulders, and Sabé was always willing to support her.

Now, Padmé is asking of Sabé something neither of them have veer dared ask before, and terror grips her heart as she tries to find the resolve she has never once had to refuse her.

It’s a quick battle and a decisive loss. Sabé will always, always, always choose Padmé.

   ❛ — indeed it does. ❜ ( at least speciously, they are in agreement. he wishes it were cause for celebration, that there weren’t a wealth of reasons to discount her word as mere formality, politician’s politesse. wariness tightens the lines around obi-wan’s eyes, tactician’s gaze leveled at her, searching for tells that a peculiar ache in him would rather not find.