#speculae

                                    “ betrayal always comes wrapped up in a friendly cloak.                   it’s one of the FIRST things i learned in the senate. ”

                  ❝I hide myself In the dark - Used to be afraid of the dark. Those in the light know we die in the dark❞

picking up on the odd quirks & habits of those around her, one could say the droid was observant. BB-8 rolls up fast, beeping joyously as she reveals the item in her small storage compartment: a flower she’d snipped off its stem on their excursion...

  ASSAULT. Her shell is under fire, being accosted by warriors of light and ‘life’ and other such frivolous, children’s play things. She, the both of them, are warriors of some renown, that Kyra slipped and let this girl get the first move was an egregious mistake, one she’d rectify in- 

    “What- What is this!?” IT WAS AN ATTACK, she was certain, but it didn’t… feel like an attack? She was just standing there, so open and vulnerable. No defensive positions, she didn’t even reach for any of her weapons… The Sith looked around, like a confused duck, trying to find the scavenger’s allies… or a hint of her plan, or a fucking recorder capturing every second of this INVASION of her space for… posterity? Or one of those blasted prank shows that were all the rage in the core, but-

    “What are you doing?” No excess decibels in her voice, she spoke the query to the Scavenger and not at her. She was still there. Holding her… Arms about the wraith, genuine warmth flooding to and fro along scarred nerve endings and coarse skin. This- This? This. This was power even she couldn’t understand. A power that not only compelled her, but contorted her brain to SUIT the nature of the compelling.

  Kyra had to tear this girl’s arms off. SHE HAD TO, SHE SAID SHE WOULD, but the way she moved wasn’t vicious. There were no BARBS along her arms, vining around the girl’s back and pulling her closer. (They were already against one another, but this was more than a physical proximity she was aspiring toward. It was a-)

    “Why are you doing this?” A whisper that creaked into the girl’s ears, carried aloft by a cracking voice and the shivering sensation in her knees (as if they were about to give out?). 

She was stood there, hugging the girl back. Beneath the light of the sun and the will of the universe, there was no carnage sparked by means of Kyra’s wishes being disrespected or by Rey realizing she’d no greater opportunity to destroy her enemy. It was just- They were just… hugging each other. 

And somewhere beneath them, small drips of salt and sorrow crashed into rolling dunes of sand. Kyra truly had given everything to Rakata Prime. Her blood, her sweat and now her tears.

The unforgiving harshness of Jakku is no place for a child. It’s even less a place for a child alone. That is the reason that pulls Siri from the netherworld of the Force. ( She was never one to allow rules to confine her in life, she will not be in death, either. ) 

      ❛ — take me with you, ❜   he may be small ( though moreso for his age, than just part of his youth ),  but ben was determined.    like his mother,    like his father   ;    two strong people,     he too was strong.    strong in an unconventional way,   a way that relied not so much on the force as it did,   on the beating of his own heart.  for there were a time when the force scared him,   {  where he shut it out  }   and hid away till the dying light of each individual jedi slaughtered by the knights of ren, would stop.            he could do NOTHING then, too young, too small, too fragile.  but he can do something now—  he was left with leia for a reason, partially out of his father’s guilt, and because she could teach him.  she could coax him out of his fear,  and will him to allow this part of him he was born to, {  to open and expand  }.   the force was with him now,   but he was no jedi.   he was a boy, four years or so younger than rey herself,     but had something that his cousin had lost too long ago,     but that which his father had inspired decades before in his own youth.  hope.    ❛ he’s my dad, i have to go with you. ❜