#˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( queue ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴍɪsɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ‚ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

[skysaunter]

@unwaivering 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: With some convincing and maybe some pleading on her part, Violet was sitting in Dex's Dinner practically humming with excitement. Though she was not really showing it. Her shades were covering her blue eyes and she was tapping a gloved hand on the table as she waited. Anakin should be here. That's what Kenobi told her. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she was sure she had the right timing.

              𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ,  swiftly followed by the suspicion that this young woman, violet or whatever her name was, might be slightly delusional—just a tad.  as rex and ahsoka had so kindly put it, violet likely fell into the extensive category of anakin skywalker’s many, many fans, and this calculated claim of kinship was a means to stand out amongst a sea of nameless faces, all vying for a scrap of attention from the  𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑵𝑶 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹.

it was a scenario not too challenging to fathom, given that most ‘fans’ were ordinary citizens who felt a profound debt to their saviors and expressed gratitude through generous donations of credits or resources to the grand army of the republic—an act of benevolence anakin found admirable.  peculiar individuals of the less normal variety, however, like those who rushed to mob him on the streets, seemingly oblivious to basic concepts such as personal space, approached appreciation in the most unorthodox of ways, to say the least.

the latest debacle had featured a rather zealous fanatic who claimed obi-wan kenobi had been harboring a secret family, and it was they who had given birth to all eight of kenobi’s children.  of course, the whole thing had been an absurd fabrication from the outset, but that didn’t stop the media from descending into a complete frenzy over the potential scandal.

it made sense, in a sad, terrible way, why people detached from reality, sedating themselves with parasocial delusions whilst wars raged on across the galaxy.                but then last night happened, and the entire world flipped on its head.  after hammering out a litany of overdue reports together, obi-wan admitted there could be truth to the claim, acknowledging a brief encounter with…

              𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴.   the force, ever-responsive to its beloved child, revealed the contours of her presence—the feathery edges of her mind, an indistinct amalgamation of excitement, unease, and anxiety—seated alone in a booth farthest from the entrance of dex’s diner.  the force was a leaden weight on his shoulders as he approached, an irrefutable echo of breath and blood that he consciously set aside.

❝so, you’re the mysterious sister i never knew i had.❞ anakin blinked, pushed back his hood, then slid into the booth opposite his alleged sister, raising an inquisitive brow.

❝well, this is a surprise—and a lot to take in… just hope you’re not here to pull one over on me.  dex doesn’t take kindly to troublemakers, and he really hates it when customers break his plates.❞

#unwaivering #( . hope this is okay :) lmk if you want any changes! #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ 003 : ( v : TCW ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ch. ( anakin ) ◞ ⎸ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪs ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( answered ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( queue ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴍɪsɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ‚ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

[skysaunter]

              ❝𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺, 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂.  i have better things to do than entertain requests.❞   yet vader pressed ahead toward the dais anyway, ascending two steps at a time, his long stride undeterred by the distance.  his cadre trailed closely behind, blaster rifles in hand, silently tracking the spill of black ink over polished tread. the dark lord swept back his cape and settled onto his throne, crossing a long leg over the other before a distinct hiss sliced through the silence, accompanied by the sounds of metal clasps releasing.  the helmet came off in one fluid motion, revealing sun-kissed skin and a cascade of tawny curls spilling down to armored shoulders.  vader shook his head, running a hand through the unruly mess, then down one side of his face, the digitized pads of mechno digits brushing over scarred skin, briefly exposing a weariness that vanished in the next second.

although his willingness to entertain this audience—a marked departure from his usual contempt for political maneuvering—was undeniable, the weight of a long day bore down on him, and he was long past the notion of continuing any verbal fencing.

               vader would see to it this ended quickly, a painless exchange for them both.  luke and leia, his little twin suns, patiently awaited his return.

the sanctum chambers resonated with mounting tension, a prelude to a delicate dance between power and diplomacy, territories he seldom traversed even in the past.  he’d been a jedi once, a warrior of peace and compromise, in what felt like a lifetime ago, but a jedi nonetheless.  despite his initial reluctance, vader would listen, if only to silence this woman’s incessant requests for an audience.  after all, he couldn’t simply kill her, not without risking access to desperately needed resources and possibly severing the many political ties established through long, painstaking hours of negotiations. . . . \\ @vibraea | @grdnglow

darth vader was a tyrant, but anakin skywalker was not. ❝i’m curious about what you think could be worth my while.❞  tilting his head, vader scrutinized the young woman’s features from a distance, his hooded eyes a pale burnished gold in the subdued light of the imperial sanctum.  ❝make your proposition, and understand the consequences of deceit.❞

#grdnglow #vibraea #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ 000 : ( v main : ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴs; ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ & ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴡ. #( . IM SORRY I TOOK 2 MONTHS HOPE THIS IS OKAY #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( starter ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ—ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪᴛ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( queue ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴍɪsɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ‚ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.