#sistersoftheforce

“So...there’s something you should know and I thought it would be better to hear it from me first...“

@sistersoftheforce hey I know I planned on drawing them originally- but here have this as a little x-mas gift. Tis the season!

    Icy blue eyes fell on the other redhead as she entered the hallway. Had it been anyone outside her family, Ryann wouldn’t have given them the time of day. She was in no mood to be socializing but exceptions could always be made for family. A fond smirk crossed her lips as she joined strides with Aurelia. “What’s that look on your face for?” She even gently nudged the younger girl with her elbow.

@sistersoftheforce​ said: “I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” (Leia)

“ I don't really feel deeply at all for you.”

 Hushing Breha, he could not bear holding his facade. In the few years he grew far more bitter than before. Resonating with pure hatred for nearly everything around him. Feeling like nothing more than some puppet to toss around.

  When he come to find out Bannan had survived his abandonment as a defenseless infant- one he failed to obliterate with his own hands. It made him regret his choices. Their bastard child was a stain on him. History repeating itself...he felt himself becoming his father. 

  Unable to bring himself to view his SON. As for why the Supreme Leader kept the boy around despite his history of working in the hands of the Resistance was beyond him. It was too late to begin the brainwashing sessions, it would prove most difficult. He was not a HUX.

Looking deep into her eyes he followed with...

“ I know it’s sad..

  Bannan lifted his head as soon as he seen his mother. The familiar face caused him to light up. Soon he then begged. Thus he proceeded to be clingy, as he ran over and latched on to her leg. Sometimes he has his days where he is stubborn, but most definitely lovable.

“ Mama, can I sleep in your room tonight?

    Oh and I don’t wanna go to day care tomorrow, ok. 

she never quite shared anakin’s distaste for   sand,   but that isn’t to say she’s ever enjoyed her time on tatooine. if often seems marred by anguish, by pain and suffering, and this visit is surely no different. she must protect herself, hide herself   away   from the living force. her husband   ---   or rather a shell of the man who was once her husband   ---   is still out there, could still sense her if she made one wrong step. in the best interests of luke, of leia, she must do her work silently in the shadows. 

hood pulled over her eyes, she enters the home without bothering to knock. they’ll surely be expecting her. “zara?” she calls out hesitantly, the small building seemingly empty. for a brief moment she wonders if this is a trap, if this is the wrong step she’s finally taken, but then she hears sound in another room and her heart steadies itself. “zara, it’s me.”