hopeleader.
@tornspirit , wanted pain ig.
if there had been something in her hands, she would have dropped it. she didn’t think her father would go this far. ( maybe much like brooke … he’d dipped into the ways of the gray — but even this was such a weird use of dark to bring back the light. ) but can she even be upset? when for the first time in a long time —
“ mother? ”
her aunt had done her best to be there for leia. but it was painful to hear of her mother & never be able to feel that touch. that love. ( but she had always felt the love … as if padmé had never been far. ) the force did work in ways she didn’t understand ( even if she was swayed by it. ) but as soon as the words leave her lips, leia suddenly feels like a toddler. — the toddler she really didn’t get to be. tears fall. “ so many times i’d wished … wished for this. ” then suddenly she’s rushing forward. “ oh my… ”
heart leaps in her chest at the mere thought. ( who knew meeting your child would cause so much anxiety? ) fingers beg to fidget, but she has grown too used to denying herself the right. instead, she presents herself how she was taught -- royal, important. she knows where she comes from, who she has been, and who has brought her back. ( despite it all, she still finds herself loving him -- the real him. ) now, he has given her new life. a fresh start. she can feel herself fighting against who she was. ( who she’s supposed to be. ) she shouldn’t be here, and she knows it. however, feet move with a purpose across stone floor. every click of her heels convinces her she is right. yet, her feet hesitate at the door. ( should she knock ? -- how twisted it is to not know how to be a mother. )
softly her knuckles connect with the door, soft eyes watching as leia -- her daughter -- turns. all at once, everything she has ever tried to keep to herself rushes to her. every regret of not being there. every wish for a sacred memory to hold on to. her lips part to speak, but she finds herself at a loss of words. watching -- helplessly -- as tears begin to fall down her child’s cheeks.
movements match one another, without thinking, they find themselves meeting halfway in the room. arms wrap almost too tightly around the other. ( it’s like she’s scared this moment will slip through her fingers. ) she inhales deeply, as one hand rests against leia’s back, and the other rests softly on the back of her head. fingers dip softly into the near identical curls, as the tears begin to pool into her own eyes. “i know, my love. i know.” softly her lips press against the side of her daughter’s head, before she’s returning back to the hug. ( there is nothing more important than this moment. ) she can feel tears slip onto her cheek, and she does her best to keep her voice strong. “it’s okay -- i’m right here.”
