#ⅳ․ the mandalorian.
@mandlorianer, starter call.
gaze flickers between a son and his father. the former held so delicately in the mandalorian’s arms as they descend the ramp towards her. she can feel grogu’s touch on her mind, asking her not to separate them. it’s with his father that he wants to stay. she almost smiles, head tilting ever so slightly in a nod. ❝ i’ll stick to my word, i will train grogu. ❞ but don’t worry, little one, i won’t take you from your father. a bond like theirs is a rarity, a family is hard to find in such a vast galaxy. ahsoka won’t be the one to tear them apart. not when grogu is so fragile, when the dark side could seem so tempting. he needs din. ❝ i hope there’s room for three on that ship of yours. ❞
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life day was not something he used to celebrate, he never had a reason to after all. Now she was with him & the kid. Din didn't know her that well yet ... didn't know what she liked or needed in her everyday life. So all he could think of was a speciality from the planet they were at. A sweet cake, securely in a box when he handed it to her. ❝I hope you like sweet things. Happy life day.❞ -- @mandlorianer
she tries to tell herself that she didn’t know what day it was. that she had lost track some years ago, that the day held no meaning for her. it would be a lie. they had always celebrated life day. no matter what planet they found themselves on, no matter what battle they would fighting. the day would never pass uncelebrated, without gifts. not extravigant, but often meaningful. the first had been the hardest. waking up alone, with only the memories of life days past. haunting her, like the ghost of her former master always did.
ahsoka blinks as her mandalorian companion comes into view. gaze jumps to the box in his hand, a lump forming in her throat. she’s been alone for many years. rex, kaeden, leia -- they’ve all moved on to places she can’t follow. ❝ thank you. ❞ the box is taken with hesitant hands. the cake inside is decorated beautifully, with swirling colours. it almost seems a shame to eat it. ❝ i didn’t get you anything. ❞ her feels guilty. rude. she fetches a knife from a nearby canteen, wiping the reminance of last nights dinner on the corner of her robe. carefully she slices the cake down the middle, passing half to din. a smile on her lips as she turns, allowing him some privacy to eat. ❝ happy life day. ❞
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the togruta descends into the bowels of the razor crest. she’s silent, light on her feet. perfected after years of training, of being on the run. always maintaining the element of surprise over her enemies. it’s a hard habit to shake. gaze turns to the corner of the room, where a father watches over his sleeping son. ahsoka almost smiles at the scene, heartwarming to witness. using the force takes a toll on someone so small, and grogu has certainly earned his rest.
she’s silent still as she crosses to the mandalorian. not wanting to disturb the moment with the sound of her voice. instead, she alerts him to her presence with a touch. a gentle hand resting on his shoulder, the beskar steel cool underneath gentle fingers. a few minutes pass, the two of them sitting side by side, the only sound that of the child’s light snores. when ahsoka eventually does speak, her voice is a soft hush. ❝ he’s very special to you, isn’t he? ❞ a bond like that, it’s been years since she felt anything close to it. she’s smiling now, but it’s almost sad. just a tender tilt of the lips. the past, it seems, is still on her mind. still haunting her. her mistakes still so painfully raw. mistakes she won’t make again. ❝ i’m starting to understand why. ❞
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@buir, ❤️
it’s almost like she’s young again. hopping from planet to planet, hiding in plain sight hoping that the empire won’t find her. them. it had been strange, at first, travelling with the mandalorian and his son. training grogu to the best of her ability when they had moments of peace. now, they’ve become more then just strangers brought together by circumstance. she cares for them. there’s an inner conflict, making connections never seems to go well for her. but there’s no turning back, the child is relying on her.
she settles down beside her companions, a cup of soup-like liquid in hand. they’re caught in a brief moment of calm, barely a sound breaking the silence. gaze falls to the weapon hanging from the mandalorian’s side. the darksaber. she’s only heard legends of it, never seen it in person until the day she met grogu and his father. ❝ i’m surprised bo-katan has let you go this long without a challenge. ❞ she’s met the woman in question only once before, and even then it had been apparent how important her home world was to her. and still is. but ahsoka can’t help but wonder, if bo-katan really the ruler they need? ❝ have you thought about what you’re going to do with it? ❞
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