#skywalkir

@skywalkir wasn't  wrong.  rey  really  didn't  know  him.  she  knew  the  name,  the  face  and  the  few  skills  he  taught  her  over  the  years.  the  thought  that  he  didn't  have  good  intentions  made  her  uneasy  and  genuinely  started  to  consider  that  he  could've  been  right.  "  you'd  have  to  actually  be  scary  for  me  to  fear  you,  "  rey  rolls  her  eyes.  "  well.  "  she  pauses.  "  if  you're  a  sith  wanting  to  lead  me  down  a  dark  path  i  think  you  would've  done  it  already.  if  you  are  a  sith  then  you're  probably  not  a  very  good  one.  "

there  is  a  feeling  in  the  air,  something  they  couldn't  quite  explain  or  describe.  familiarity  in  the  force.  rey  knew  the  ghost,  but  the  familiarity  they  felt  ...  it  wasn't  the  same  thing  as  speaking  to  an  old  friend.

MEME, ACCEPTING.

for  reasons  unknown  in  the  moment,  the  question  makes  rey's  heart  sink.  she  felt  sick.  thinking  about  a  life  without  jakku.  some  good  things  happened  to  her  on  jakku,  good  lessons  that  she  wouldn't  have  learned  anywhere  else.  she  couldn't  imagine  a  life  without  it.  or  she  was  trying  to  convince  herself  it  was  true,  she  couldn't  fall  into  the  despair  of  what  her  life  had  been  like and lonely she was.

what  would  it  have  been  like?  a  mother and father?  waking  up  to  the  smell  of  breakfast?  a  bed  with  room  to  grow?  a  wide  field  of  flowers  for  a  backyard?  continuous  hugs  given  by  loving  parents? protection, safety? a soft place to lay her head after a long, tiring day? always having people to count on? maybe ... she would have had a nice life and never had to worry.

                   ❛            but i can .. i can do this , master , on my own. i'm not scared , if that's what you're thinking.            ❜              jedi don't get scared , right ? right. scared wasn't the right word .. maybe nervous , but not scared. i was full of jittery energy , pacing the length of senator amidala's apartment , the edge of my thumb pressed to my teeth , where i gnawed absently at the corner of the nail. a bad habit , to be sure , but still. had obi - wan let him go on solo missions at 15 before ? he always seemed like more of a strict teacher than anakin , or at least just .. different.

truth be told , i was glad that padmé wasn't here , because she would've tried to calm me down , & i needed this energy , i needed this anxious push. turning to face my master better , all gangly limbs a little too long , not quite filled out yet , i cleared my throat & clasped my hands behind my back.                    ❛            i mean it , let me do this , anakin. please.            ❜              i wanted to prove that i was capable , that he could be proud of me. i knew he already was , but i wanted to earn it.

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎,​          tranquil.          body     undisturbed     by     𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖽     ripples,     seldom     halcyon     mind     basks.     it     cannot     fully     be     tempered,     too     much     at     stake,     always     something     to     do     begs     amidala’s     attention.     yet     transient     moment     here,     calls     padmé.     here,     no     raucous     buzz     of     ships,     no     need     for    team     of     ten.     with     𝐡𝐢𝐦     near.

something     𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌     approaches.     forgets     these     waters     are     as     entwined     with     her     as     celestial     body.     legs     kick     out     with     haste,     𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲     in     distance     against     insidious     clutches.     water     ruptures !     startles     nearby     birds     from     their     trees,     upheaving     what     was     serene     peace.     𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗     does     not    quicken     the     heart,     despite.     she     has     nothing     to     fear     from     𝚑𝚒𝚖.     instead     lips     curve     ‘round     impish     taunt,     𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒆     𝒅𝒆     𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒓𝒆     emblazoned.

how's my portrayal ?