#solereus

" i've blaming you for this, you know, " jyn mutters, hunching her shoulders and ducking her chin to keep more of her face covered by her scarf. hoth's bitterly cold winds bite through all of her layers, leaving her with a seemingly permanent chill in her bones. " if you hadn't blown up the death star, then we'd be nice and warm on yavin iv right now. " a beat, before she adds with a shrug, " or dead. "

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                       ❛   and   why   should   i   trust   you?   ❜   he   asks,   with   a   lift   of   his   brow.   he   turns   to   meet   the   face   of   the   one   that   speaks.   ❛   what   is   it   you   know,   that   we   do   not?   ❜   he   enquires   and   after   a    moment   of   lingering   silence,   the   king   raises   his   hand   as   gesture   to   dismiss   the   knights   surrounding   him.   allowing   them   a   moments   rest,   just   whilst   the   king   communes   with   the   local.

     ever since the discovery of the holocron,  bogano remained on the fringes of the galaxy,  seeing very few visitors.   perhaps it is a surprise then for the boy to be waiting there,  perched on the edge of a bench in the long abandoned workshop.   he seems to hang in the balance between light and shadow,  illusion and matter,  his own form hazy around the edges like where the sun ignites dust particles in the air.   ❝   you traveled a long path, fraught with danger.   ❞   he murmurs from the sidelines,  eyes not lifting to greet the stranger.   as though any more movement might ruin the fragility of his presence.

positivity !!

🍒 + @kyberborne : libby i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a million times. you ARE jyn erso. i love her (and you) so fucking much???? (even if jyn should seek therapy at some point) 10/10 would recommend if you need a quality rp partner, i took a 2 year break from han & we picked right back up. 💗

@solereus​ said: ‘  you  should’ve  left  me on tatooine!  ’ // meme  →  ACCEPTING

       CRUEL,  CRUEL  WERE  HIS  WORDS,  their  swords  biting  together  amidst  them,  squealing  and  moaning  as  ruby  met  emerald,  as  the  sun  met  the  darkness  that  trailed  it  like  a  relentless  hound. 

      Lord  Vader’s  strength  bore  down  on  the  son,  his  terrible  height  and  terrible  weight  pulling  a  pitchy  scream  from  their  blades  as  they  bound  ever  tighter.  He  heard  nothing  but  the  force  as  it  cried  and  wailed  in  his  ears,  saw  nothing  but  the  contorted,  sweaty  grimace  of  Skywalker  as  he  laboured  under  the  strain,  tasted  nothing  but  blood  on  his  tongue,  and  felt  nothing  but  fury. 

       ❛❛  Such  hatred  ❜❜ 

       Younger  collapsed  and  rolled,  swiping  red  blade  aside,  gaining  distance,  his  footing  found  again.  Darth  Vader  did  pursue,  long  strides  bringing  him  to  the  agile  boy,  casting  down  a  smiting  blow  that  was  narrowly  dodged,  lightsaber  connecting  with  metal  that  sparked  and  danced  with  light.  He  swept  it  across  the  console  ----  disembowel  and  destroy  the  child  ----  Luke  parried,  directing  the  swing  upwards,  flourishing  down  to  kiss  the  air  between  Vader,  tip  of  his  lightsaber  ghosting  past  leather  suit. 

       Breathing  quickened,  yet  façade  remained  as  cruel  and  calculating  as  a  viper,  not  missing  a  beat  in  clashing  with  Luke  again,  regaining  the  distance  Skywalker  had  so  desperately  tried  to  make.  One,  two,  three,  and  all  advances  blocked  in  succession,  yet  still  Lord  Vader  moved  to  him,  stride  after  stride,  lunging,  cursing  in  his  mind  that  he  had  ever  tutored  him. 

       A  crushing  clash,  and  the  hot  air  was  left  open  again  between  them,  the  Sith  a  glaring,  humming  mass  of  hatred  as  his  cybernetic  hand  crushed  ever  tighter  around  the  hilt  of  his  saber. 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧,  was when he was just born. a small infant child, handed into his arms. he had only been a few hours old, when anakin had to make perhaps, the worst decision he’s ever made — to hand his son and daughter over to his closely trusted friends,  [ 𝘰𝘣𝘪-𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. ]  and cut off all ties. to leave everything and everyone he knew behind and send himself into exile.  he held onto the both of them, for as long as he could . . . he made obi-wan promise that he’d watch over luke, until the time was right, and he could be returned to the father. then, they were given over and now, nineteen years had passed.

nineteen years, and not a single day went by, where anakin didn’t think of his children . . . wondering what kind of people they turned out to be, what they liked to do? what their hopes and dreams were? he had lived under a different name and façade for so long, he feared that the day may never come, that he’d get to see his children again.  [ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮? ]  but then, the rebellion came, they found him, tucked away in the darkest corner of the galaxy on a junkyard planet. they bargained, they begged and in the end, anakin joined their cause. leaving the planet he had stayed upon for nineteen years for the rebel base.  [ 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. ]

and it was here, on yavin four, whilst moving through the hallways did he hear of the events that just transpired. the princess, a scoundrel, a farmboy and a wookiee, just escaped from the death star. and when he heard their names, it took his breath away.  [ 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘢. ]  his luke and leia? their surnames only confirmed it. luke skywalker and leia organa. the children of anakin skywalker and padmé amidala. here, now, as was he. nineteen years, had gone by, making way for this moment — but was he brave enough to confront his children? the answer was no. when they were celebrating in the hangar, anakin stayed aside, watching from the shadows.