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brooklynislandgirl · 4 years

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CHARACTER IN 5 QUOTES

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1. “But I kept my word. The water is perfect bath temperature and I know your muscles ache. I can feel them from here, the stiffness. The tension. So. C’mon. Come inside.Join me.” There’s a subtle undercurrent to her tone that beckons back to the myths about sirens though she isn’t singing. In fact she’s enticing him with barely a hushed and reverent whisper as if for some reason this place is holy beyond and apart from anything that the Jedi Order has built atop of it. This place is not theirs, she knows that in her heart and through the Force. For now it is hers and she wishes to share, all of it, with Anakin. And only him. “Uh. You do know how to swim, right?”

2. “If it’s of any consolation, I would never...could never… fuck you.” And this, she is serious about, even so far as to steal just the way he’d said that word. “I could never just use and discard you. I could never take something so beautiful and full of meaning and make it cheap and ugly, with you. You mean so much more, are so much a part of me that… even in my worst nightmares, I couldn’t...I couldn’t imagine it.”Because I love you and I will always love you. And I want that with you. You’re the only one I want that with. You’re the only one I want anything with.

3. “Thrulan was...is...desperate, Ani, which is why he insisted on taking on the Trials before he was ready. And he was… The kindest way I can say it is that he has an impossibly good heart and simple mind. Yes, he is sensitive to the Force but this life was never meant to be his. He was hoping that by becoming a Jedi, his mother would be looked after. She has a wasting sickness. And his father was killed in a mining accident down below. They do not have much money, barely enough for his mother to eke by and for him to have basic needs met, so I bring him medicines. I mean, I know technically it’s stealing ~and please, please, please Ani...don’t tell the Masters. They...wouldn’t understand and if they sent me away ...”

4. They are too old. Those four words stick in her craw, making her gorge rise. She realises only a moment later that the truth of it all is... she doesn’t know. And in not knowing she has only to fall back to the belief that has never faltered, never wavered no matter how sorely that faith has been tested, bent, ripped and put back together over the decades. “The Force is a living thing. It ushers us into this galaxy with a purpose and we serve at its pleasure, called to a life of contemplation but also action. At times the Force is benevolent. And sometimes it is capricious. A leaf might fall from a tree this morning, and in a hundred years the reason for it might become evident. It spoke to me, sang its will into my very being and told me to go. Seek the child out and from him take my first...and only... apprentice. Who am I, then, to refuse it?” She turns to look at the girl. “You will some day come to hear it in your own way. You will understand it’s purpose for you. I can only wish that I have prepared you sufficiently, that you may carry on with your destiny to the best of your ability. Make us ~the Force and I~ proud, when that day comes. And before you ask me...I cannot say what that will be. I have no truck with the Living Force’s counterpart, the Cosmic Force.”

5. The only thing that actually stands out is a thin, golden cord wrapped around her throat. Secured in place by a bit of blue indeterminate in origin. She closes her eyes and svelte fingertips reach up. Trace the pattern of the braided strands, still as soft and supple as the day that it was given to her. It smells like her more than him now, has become a part of her. She lets out a soft sigh. An airy sound that cannot help but to carry with it that same sense of despair that clings to her like mist on a cold morning. “As Jedi, we...we had nothing to give each other. Nothing but words, loyalty, and promises that we kept for all of our lives. And...these.”

Padawan braids they kept thereafter. Symbolic of everything they’d gone through, and everything they would face together.

Perhaps the greatest treasure she has ever had. More than anything else of his that she has secreted away like Nelvaan squirrel.

“Night is well past fallen. If you go back to bed instead of slinking around, I might consider telling you the story of a tragically handsome young knight who once upon a time landed half a Trade Federation Dreadnought even though he was exhausted beyond limit, and injured...without harm or loss of life to the other two people on it.”

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brooklynislandgirl · 4 years

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👮🏼‍♂️- How do they regard authority? Are they generally on the side of the Empire or the Republic?

Your Faith For Bricks || Accepting

{ @mynameisanakin for also sending the question <33}

The Prince eyes the woman before him. Not a muscle twitches. Hardly a breath to see be drawn or exhaled. Face unreadable beneath the darkness of the cloak’s hood enshrouding her features, but if he hazarded a guess, he would say her eyes are either riveted to the floor, or staring just past his shoulder. There is no malevolence that he can feel emanating from her though there’s a subtle, pervasively creeping sensation that is both intimidating as it is silent. Something he can’t quite put his finger on though it isn’t pleasant. Marks this moment as anything but a social engagement. He rolls his neck along his shoulders. “The anti-Imperial sentiment is out of control in this sector. If you try and convince anyone otherwise, your ambition will be noted. Best of luck to you.”

That seems to strike a nerve. He can hear the sound of the leather gloves as she fists her hands within the sleeves of her robes.

“You do understand,” she begins carefully, shrewdly. “That the Rebel Alliance is responsible for terrorism? They do not seek peace, or freedom. Their goal is to overthrow the government chosen by the representatives of the people. Elected and given its powers and privileges from the very citizens that are now being subject to a handful of malcontents who, under the leadership of a hereditary monarchy, have taken upon themselves what’s best for the galaxy. That they have a history of terrestrial war crimes such as wearing the uniform of the enemy, false surrender, and the killing of unarmed prisoners? They smuggle goods under the guise of diplomatic missions thus avoiding the payment of legal tariffs that get spent on infrastructure and services for the Empire.

“They mistreat Imperial prisoners of war, condone cannibalism and desecration of the dead, the execution of Cl... disabled Storm troopers, have been known to attempt acquisition and use of ion disrupter rifles, which were banned by the Imperial Senate due to its effects on sentient beings. And...and the use of children as soldiers, Your Highness! Most Galactic citizens would find that abhorrent.”

He steeples his fingers and taps them against his lips. “A rhetoric I am sure you’ve said to dozens of planetary leaders. And yet you offer no proof.”

Her voice becomes softly strained, spoken through her teeth. “The rebellion has no proper authority to declare war, and what they are doing- This isn’t about the legitimacy of the Empire, nor praise for a constitutional dictatorship. The Empire was legally formed. It spans most of the inhabited galaxy. Do you not think the war would be much bigger if the people hated it that much? The Empire stopped the corruption that plagued the Republic! The galaxy is an immensely dangerous place! Just look at the way the Hutts operate! We have gone a long way to clean things up and make the galaxy a safe enough place for even the rebels to live and complain about it!”

She raises her hands and lowers her cowl to directly look him in the eye, and for a moment he’s taken aback. There are fine lines at the corners of her eyes which blaze emerald fire as they narrow on his face, and similar ones at the corners of her mouth. Such a distinct difference that when last he saw her. She’d been much happier then, a fact he could not have blamed her for if he tried, but this same woman now is forged from a different temper.

“Do you believe it right that one man should have so much say over the entire populace?” “When that one man ended the War, ended the tyranny of the Jedi, and doesn’t interfere with local planets and their authority except understandably when terrorists, anti-Imperial factions or criminal enterprise is involved? Absolutely. Lord Vader is an unmatched warrior and commander and he-.”

“I was not speaking of Anakin.”

She pales visibly.

Rel rises from behind his desk at long last. His armour allows his already tall, broad frame to tower further still over her. He carefully removes one gauntlet to stroke bare knuckles down her cheek, unmistakable affectionate. “My sweetest little flower-” “I am Lord Ven-

“You are Melakeni Ivers, daughter of mine, no matter what ridiculous thing you play at being, and I see what is in your spirit, even if you do not think so. And I will pray to the four moons that when everything settles, that you and your human boy come out unscathed. But I am afraid that for the time being... Zelos will remain as we always have; neutral and uninvolved in Galactic politics. Now, will you indulge an old man a stroll through the gardens before you leave again?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

There is unspeakable grace in the way she comes to kneel before him; gloved palms flat, one knee bent, the other almost parallel to the deck plating but not quite. Head bowed reverently. The tension of the bridge crew is palpable; no one purposefully draws Lord Vader’s attention if they can avoid it, even aboard his own ship. “Mission completed, and I am once more yours to command, My Master.”

He looms over her, the very spectre of Death, the Unmaker of the Universe. A single, brief gesture bids her to rise, to follow as he stalks on ridiculously long legs from the bridge, his heavy, armoured steps echoing long after their passing.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Must you do that, Keni?”

“Must is a strong word.” She smiles up into his face. “I prefer to think of it as a perk of the j-” Before she can finish the sentence he lowers himself down over her and nips at her bare shoulder. The smile becomes a laugh which ends in a sigh of contentment. She has been away too long and they both know it. These few small and stolen moments alone together are too few, though infinitely more frequent than their days in the Temple. They shift around until they are both comfortable, though still entangled.

She gathers the blankets that have managed to pool around his hips and drags the further up, to give herself some modesty and warmth as her skin begins to cool. He doesn’t mind that she lays her head against his good arm and presses her hand flat against his chest while his fingers curl into her hair.

“How’d it go with your father?”

“Exactly as foreseen. As a soldier, he cannot abide the rebels. As a prince and father, he has no love for Palpatine. Zelos, he says, and I absolutely believe, will do nothing no matter what happens from here. Though his fondness for you...if asked...he would side with you in a heartbeat. The troopers you know will follow you anywhere. And as much as you might hate it now, you are still the Hero with no fear. The rebels would fall in line, I think...while the Empire... Our Empire...would welcome his removal from his throne.”

And while Anakin ruminates in silence, his Presence in the Force is like a storm.

“We don’t have make any decisions right now,” she said and nuzzled into his neck. “Just know there’s options.”

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