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solasan · 2 years

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just to prove we are still here

star wars / kenobi series — obi-wan kenobi/original character (sivala sylwiri). 1.7k. first kiss stuffs :)

A smuggling route brings Sivala near the Tatoo System for the first time since Obi-Wan gave her his location. Domesticity ensues.

When she does finally kiss him, it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It’s morning on Tatooine. The twin suns have already begun to burn over the horizon; sweat gathers on Sivala’s brow, even if it’ll be hours yet until high noon, when the heat becomes truly unbearable. Her layers itch uncomfortably against her damp skin. She only makes it a few minutes past dawn before she’s shrugging off her over-tunic and leaving it folded on the bed her and Obi-Wan have shared for the last three days.

Shared. Sivala hasn’t had a bedmate since she was a Padawan. Not that— that’s not what he is, exactly. She’s woken tangled in his arms every morning since she arrived, and the thought of sleeping without him is so impossible that she’s concerned for the coming nights after she leaves, but they haven’t… touched. In that way. Honestly, Obi-Wan was once so renowned for his adherence to the Code that she’s not sure he’s ever touched anyone like that.

Not that she’s asked him, exactly. It’s a thought she’s considered now and again; perhaps more frequently since landing on Tatooine, where she can feel the rise-then-fall of his chest against her bowed spine at night. It’s so much harder to lapse back into loneliness when he’s within arm’s reach, tangible and solid and alive.

On some level, she understands that these kinds of ideas are unworthy of a Jedi; that the path of attachment all-too-frequently leads to the dark side. But here, that doesn’t seem to matter so much. The Code, the Jedi, her vows— strangely enough, it all seems so far away when she’s around her old comrade. There’s just… this. The quiet hum of his vaporator under the hiss and spit of breakfast rehydrating in his kitchen; the low whisper of the wind rushing through the stone chambers of his home. All the domestic sounds of the life this man has made space for her within, however temporary it is.

Make no mistake, this is still an alien environment to picture him in. He was once more suited for the cushy interiors of Coruscanti apartments than anything else, after all. But in the details— yes, there’s something of him there. How organised the space is; the few shabby books he keeps on-hand, stacked neatly in the corner. Even the pale browns and muted oranges of the cave fit him, so that there’s something… soothing about this place she’d never seen before four days ago.

His aura has always been blue, in her mind’s eye. Maybe she should reconsider.

“Breakfast,” he calls, footsteps shuffling over stone.

Still halfway through packing away the blankets — as they have to do every morning, she’s learned, or else the sand will get into them by night — Sivala hums and gives him a distracted smile over her shoulder.

“Give me a minute.”

It takes some manoeuvring, but eventually she gets the fabric into place and locks the box away. Then she heaves a sigh and straightens, dusting her hands on her legs once, twice, three times. The sand on Tatooine. It gets everywhere.

“What are we eating?”

The light streams in behind him through the crevasse on the other side of the cave, so when she turns to look at him, she’s blinded for a moment. Long enough for him to cross the cramped space in only a few strides, then offer her one of the plates with a look she’s tempted to name sheepish.

“Hardly a local delicacy, I’m afraid. There’s little in the way of foraging all the way out here.”

Sivala reaches out, peering at it cautiously. It doesn’t look bad, thankfully; just sticky rice and rehydrated fruit, which is better than the carefully-rationed breakfasts they used to share in the old days, at least. She goes to say as much— and then realises he hasn’t let go of the plate yet, and neither has she.

The back of his hand is warm under her palm and questing fingers; calloused and somehow fragile. And it’s suddenly the simplest thing in the world, to lean forward and kiss him in thanks. Like something she’s been doing her whole life. Like— like something she’s meant to do every morning until that life ends.

It’s only quick. A peck. More than reflex; less than conscious choice. She can still feel the brush of his beard against her chin when she pulls away, like a bee sting. It’s a somehow pleasant kind of burn.

“Oh,” he says, afterwards.

Just that. ‘Oh.’ Nothing else.

Sivala studies him thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing. She doesn’t— think it was unwelcome, or it doesn’t feel like it should be unwelcome, but she suddenly finds herself a little less certain than before. He doesn’t seem repulsed, at least. More than anything, he just looks startled; the lips she just touched part slightly around a hitched breath, his brows arching over wide blue eyes.

And his aura has gone oddly quiet — after so long alone, she misses its low buzz, just a heartbeat away. But it isn’t panic that rises in her as she watches and waits. It’s… it’s something else. Something more cautious; not like facing an enemy, but like going into battle together again. Like placing her trust and her life in his hands the way she used to.

One of those hands twitches under her own now. Sivala licks her suddenly-dry lips, and he audibly swallows. She watches the movement of his throat under his beard and can only think, beautiful. He’s beautiful.

“Right,” he murmurs, more to himself than her. “Yes.”

“Obi-Wan—”

He puts the plates down on the hunk of rock they’ve been using as a table for the last few days. First his, pushed by the fingers she isn’t touching. She expects him to release her so he can put down the other, but he doesn’t; he just switches hands and places the plate beside his own. Like… like he doesn’t intend on letting her go.

When he turns back to her, he says so softly, “wait.” Like a plea.

So she does.

His hand turns in her own until their fingers tangle; his are oddly cold, for how hot the planet is, and on instinct, she tightens her grip until their palms brush. Something electric and alive shoots up Sivala’s spine at the touch, and she wants— she wants to pull away, or maybe she wants to lean in, but she does neither. Just inhales carefully. Exhales. Watches him watch her.

Watches him— step into her, his face set. He’s drawn close enough now that her arm has to bend at the elbow to accommodate his grip, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s… it’s strangely nice. She can’t remember the last time she stood this close to someone that wasn’t trying to kill her. She’d forgotten what it felt like.

“Obi-Wan,” Sivala whispers, his name plush and sweet and familiar on her tongue.

He shudders out a breath. Again: “Wait.”

With his free hand, he cups her jaw. His pulse throbs through his palm and into her teeth; she could count his heartbeats like this. Count the greys threading through his temples. Count his eyelashes.

She doesn’t do any of those things. She just— waits.

And then, between one moment and the next, he kisses her. He kisses her, and it’s achingly gentle. Like the press of his chest against her back in bed, Obi-Wan’s kiss isn’t an assumption or an imposition; it’s a comfort. Not alone, thumps her heart in triple-time. Not alone anymore.

Maybe he deepens it. Maybe she does. She’s not— things get a little blurry once his mouth opens against hers and she tastes his breath for the first time. Cinnamon and fruit and something spicy on her tongue. Home, for all she never thought it had a taste.

He makes a fragile little noise in the back of his throat, and that has a taste, too, something sharp and cold but somehow refreshing, like ice water behind the teeth. Leaning into him, she chases the sound with a small sigh of her own, luxuriating in the slow ease that kissing him brings with it. It’s like working through Shien manoeuvres before the sun rises, or the way that meditation used to feel to her. It’s— peaceful.

His fingers tremble ever-so-finely where they touch her cheek. With her free hand, Sivala follows the curve of his forearm from inner elbow all the way to wrist; encircles the delicate map of bones and veins between her fingers, and rubs her thumb over his pulse.

Not alone, she thinks again, this time for his benefit, because she sees no need to guard her mind here. You’re not alone.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitches, his grip on her cheek solidifying slightly as the knowledge settles over them both like a cloak or a warm blanket; a shield against the cold. Their kisses slow, become more lingering, unwilling to part for long. The whole planet has gone silent, but it’s not the kind she usually hates. It’s… reassuring. There’s only this: only them and the air between them and the feeling of relief that comes from it, like finally dousing a rotten wound in bacta.

He barely pulls away, resting his brow on hers, and Sivala feels his reluctance to put any distance between them like it’s her own. Honestly, at this point, it could be. It’s somehow harder to tell the difference between him and her, now, here, with Obi-Wan’s presence wrapped around her as it is.

She lets herself live in that cottony ambiguity for several more moments, just committing the feeling of it all to memory. In what’s probably the closest to meditation she’s come to in some time, she finds herself picking out the noises around her; his breathing; her heartbeat; a vaporator on the fritz. Such simple sounds, but somehow, they mean so much.

When she opens her eyes, he’s already looking at her.

“Hello there.”

She huffs a laugh. Presses her forehead more firmly to his. “Hello, indeed.”

There’s a hundred things wrong with the galaxy in this moment. Somewhere, a Force-sensitive child is being ripped away from their mother. Somewhere, an Inquisitor puts a lightsaber through an innocent. Somewhere, goodness is dying.

But here, this morning, there’s breakfast to be eaten and hopefully a few more kisses to be had. So that’s what they’ll do.

#this one is NOT going on ao3 im embarrassed #he's so ooc ok i KNOW he's so ooc shhhhh #anyways. feeling normal and fine over them today :)#my writing #ch: sivala sylwiri #long post /

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solasan · 2 years

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yes, there will also be singing. (x)

#ch: sivala sylwiri #*#following the queuen #anyway yes i did make this template for sivala <3 i have the brainrot <3

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solasan · 2 years

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oc edits: sivala sylwiri (star wars)

“ anger has its uses. fear. love. they are all sides of the same coin. but though it might flip and fumble, it is still your coin. you control it — it does not control you. ”

#*#ch: sivala sylwiri #*Thinking Of You by katy perry playing in the bg*#shes my love shes my life shes my waking thought and my nightly prayer i will love her until the stars burn out in the sky i-

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tagged by: @shadowglens & @fenharel to make some ocs in this meiker <3 thank u sophie n saskia 🥺 tagging: @denerims @queennymeria @chuckhansen @jmiacolt @prometheas @arlathen @lvllns @swordcoasts @arklay @montliyets @rosebarsoap @steelport & anyone else who wants to!!!

sivala sylwiri (sw) | june lovelace (twc) dora penrose (mcu) | cedany amell (dao)

#cedany's just Like That idk....#got the siv Brainrot still no one contact me #tag games #ch: sivala sylwiri #ch: june lovelace #ch: dora penrose #ch: cedany amell

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study, love, + stars for sobi peas

ONE-WORD (MICRO) PROMPTS (948 words)

On the second night, Sivala realises that the stars are brighter on Tatooine.

See, there are some things you forget when you live on a city-world, and the sheer beauty of the galaxy whirling above your head is definitely one of them. On Daiyu, the sky is choked with pollution during the day, and when the lights come on after dark like the many eyes of a waking nightdweller, the stars are blinded by their fluorescence.

Honestly, even if that wasn’t the case, Sivala doesn’t remember the last time she looked up for anything but checking for snipers. It’s— nice.

She says as much to Obi-Wan, seated on the ledge beside her with his legs swinging. His knee brushes hers as he shifts position to study the stars, and the minute touch is enough to have her tensing, something she thought was long-dead heaving one more shuddering breath.

If he notices, he says nothing. Only exhales slowly; sets his poor excuse for a plate aside.

“I’m afraid I’ve… gotten rather used to it.”

“You’ll get used to anything after ten years,” she muses. “Still. It’s a prettier sight than anywhere else I’ve been in a while.”

She doesn’t specify where she’s coming from, nor where she’ll be going once her sojourn here is over. But they have an agreement on that front; he doesn’t ask her about her work, and she doesn’t ask him about what ties him here, to this planet peeled down to its bones. Even if she does sometimes wonder.

“I didn’t take you for an astronomer,” Obi-Wan reflects, something wry about the set of his mouth in the moonlight. “I suppose I never had the time to ask. I never thought to.”

She shrugs. “We had… bigger things to worry about, then.”

“We have big things to worry about now,” he mutters, and his smile doesn’t— doesn’t die, exactly, but it withers, dry as the acres of sand and rock around them.

It’s true. They do have big things to worry about now. Jabiim’s lost to them; the Path functions at half its previous size, limiting itself to only the rumour of a whisper. Darth Vader will never leave her people — and that includes Obi-Wan, now — alone.

But the stars are beautiful on Tatooine, and out in the desert like this — with the twin suns tucked away behind the horizon and nothing but the whisper of the wind filling the air — it feels like they’re the only people on the planet. The only people in the galaxy.

So Sivala exhales. Consciously releases the ache in her chest, just for a little while— and points up at random.

“You remember learning the charts, don’t you? What’s that?”

The look he gives her through his lashes is so sardonic she almost laughs.

“I haven’t been quizzed on star charts in decades, Sivala.”

“Then you’re due a test, I imagine,” she retorts, somewhat primly. “Besides, it’s useful information to have. Just in case.”

Just in case. She doesn’t elaborate. She doesn’t want to.

When he looks unconvinced, she rolls her shoulders back, resting her full weight on her palms behind her so she can take in the sky. Then she nods to a radiant patch of stars due north, so bright that they wash the planet with cold light.

“For example, I’d say that’s the Ghost Tide Nebula. It’s some rough navigation, if I remember correctly, but from here, it looks… quite lovely.”

There’s a pause. Then a rustle as — not to be outdone — Obi-Wan heaves a sigh, leans back with her, and gestures west.

“Tyrius. That— that star over the outcropping. The one flickering. It’s Tyrius.”

With her eyes, she follows the long line of his arm, shoulder-to-elbow, elbow-to-pointer-finger, until she finds the sun in question. She remembers little and less about the Tyrius system, but it’s easy to spot now she knows what to look for.

Somehow, she can’t quite smother her triumph at persuading him to join her in something so mundane as star-gazing. It dredges up a rusty smile from somewhere half-forgotten inside her, and she’s so unused to the sensation that she bites down on her lip to contain it.

His presence in the Force flickers slightly in response, amused, but all he says is, “And over there, that’s Neri.”

“Is it?” She frowns at the distant blue light and leans closer, which is silly of her, because she already knows it won’t change the view. “I thought that was Nen.”

“I have been looking at this sky for ten years, Sivala.”

“And you’ve got old eyes, Obi-Wan, so I’ll forgive you your follies.”

When she turns her head in this position, his face is a matter of inches from hers, but that’s not what surprises her. It’s the strange expression she finds there; the furrowed brow, the crinkling of crow’s feet. How the not-quite smile plays so cautiously at his lips.

For a moment, they do nothing but consider each other. She could read his thoughts right now, she realises. This is the most unguarded she’s ever seen him, and Sivala’s always been oddly in-tune with the Force when it came to people. She could.

She doesn’t. It’s— it’s not something you do to the people you love. You shouldn’t, anyway.

As though sensing the path her thoughts have taken himself, Obi-Wan leans away, eyes skittering to the side. His aura — slowly warming all evening — fades away almost physically, like a blanket ripped off her shoulders.

“Ah. And— and that’s Andooweel in the east, by the horizon.”

“Quite,” she says, coming back to herself so suddenly it knocks her back into her earlier position, away from him. “Yes.”

Yes. Well then.

#948 words is a micro prompt for me ok pls i dont want to hear it this got away from me #FANK YEW EMILY ILY <3 #no one @ me abt this characterisation im still getting the hang of him i think?#my writing #sh: sivala x obi wan #ch: sivala sylwiri #answered #denerims

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solasan · 2 years

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ive been CONSUMED by the idea of sivala leaving a holotape for obi-wan in the event of her death, so like yeah, ig u could say im in hell

#like this definitely happens. she has no illusions abt the choices she’s made. she knows she’ll probably die one of these days and it wont #be pretty. and she also knows what it’s like to lose someone suddenly without possibility of closure #and she doesnt want that for him. she doesnt want to hurt him like that.#anyway. he keeps the recording but tries not to watch it often. he worries abt losing himself to pain again. it’s fun :)#ive ALSO been toying w the idea of obi teaching siv how to become a force ghost but im not 100% on that yet #mollie shut up #ch: sivala sylwiri

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solasan · 2 years

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💋🌹🍑😊🌸 for sivala!!!

JUMBO OC ASK GAME

💋 how affectionate are they with their friends? their family? their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? why?

she’s not very physically affectionate at all, which is surprising given how touch-starved she is dhdsjkdsjk. her and vuren were sort of demonstrative with their affection when he was her padawan (and even after, actually) and they often hugged in greeting etc., but since him, she hasn’t been very touchy. especially not with quinlan (for hopefully obvious reasons??? shdsjkds). she’s more physical with obi-wan when they see each other, and he’s probably the person she touches the most, but it’s not like they go around holding hands all the time.

she’s more emotional when expressing her affection i guess? she’s definitely more likely to voice affection than anything else (‘stay safe out there’, ‘you matter to me’, ‘we cant lose you’, that kind of thing shjdsjkdsjk). siv’s also big on protection as a love language hsjdsjk so there’s that.

🌹 how easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? on the flip side, how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone, or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

ok this is complicated, because it’s very easy for sivala to connect with others, but less so for her to make friends. she’s empathetic to a force-enhanced degree, by which i mean: she can rly infer a lot about someone’s nature by their presence in the force and how it appears — unless, of course, they have no presence (like palpatine pre-empire). but she also doesn’t trust very easily and comes off a bit intense in conversation, so she’s... not the best at making friends. she’s not cruel or mean to anyone, she’s just... intimidating. especially if she isn’t bothering to turn on the charm, which she usually only makes use of when she deems it ‘necessary’.

she’s charming enough that she can talk to anyone if she wants to (or feels she has to, for that matter), but in her most natural setting, she’s a bit more of an introvert. she likes observing conversations more than she does partaking in them; she gets all the noise of companionship and none of the attention :)

🍑 where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? recount a story of their time spent in this place! what makes it so special to them?

honestly? just hyperspace shsdjkdsjk. she feels her safest in hyperspace bc — although she’s not much of a flier — from what i understand it’s pretty unlikely she’d be attacked there??? dshjsdjksdjk the girl has severe ptsd and hypervigilance idk what else to say abt that. she sleeps her best in hyperspace for this reason, too!

she’s not very attached to her apartment on daiyu (and in fact has a bag packed at all times, just in case she has to disappear) but the hustle and bustle of the planet outside soothes her, i suppose? sitting in silence too long is painful for her. i guess she might feel a bit comforted on jabiim, too (probably moreso than daiyu, bc she’s having to hide less about herself) but she’s still more alert than most people, even there.

😊 what can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? what cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? what about your OC makes others happy?

answered here already <3

🌸 what does your OC’s voice sound like? their laugh? are they good at singing? do they have an accent?

sivala’s got a pretty husky voice! low, calm; she doesn’t rise and fall a lot in intonation, unless she’s trying to manipulate someone, when it might become sort of... melodic and soothing. her laugh is quiet and private, more like a huff of air, but some of the men under her command during the clone wars swore they’d drunk with her before, and then at least her laugh was throaty and rich. louder.

accent-wise, she’s chandrilan through-and-through, bc she could already talk by the time the jedi brought her to coruscant. very queen’s english is how i’d describe it; crisp and enunciated. like keira knightley, without the weird thing she does with her teeth/lower jaw DHJDKSSJD

#(sry keira knightley queen it wasnt personal)#THANK U FOR THIS SASKIA IM KISSING UR FACE <3333 #i looooove this meme these questions are all so good #ch: sivala sylwiri #answered #villainthirst

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solasan · 2 years

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*thinks abt sobi + “take my heart with you when you go” / “take mine in its place”* *thinks abt sobi + “take my heart with you when you go” / “take mine in its place”* *thinks abt sobi + “take my heart with you when you go” / “take mine in its place”* *thinks abt sobi + “take my heart with you when you go” / “take mine in its place”* *thinks a

#im literally going insane i dont think u understand. they r consuming my every thought n being. i will never know peace again #mollie shut up #ch: sivala sylwiri #sh: sivala x obi-wan

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mollie please i am begging on my hands and knees for some sivala thoughts …. some ideas … 👉👈😳

im gonna combine these for organisation purposes but thank u @montliyets I Love You and i am kissing u on the head 🥰 🥰 🥰

🥺 omg sophie aaaa thank u for askin, i have many sivala Thots take them all <333

born on chandrila to 2 very loving parents who, because of the enforced low birth rate on the planet, were Super Not Down with letting the jedi have her; she was three when she was brought to coruscant (a little bit on the older side for a jedi youngling), so she remembers them in bits and pieces, but not super well.

that does mean her early years in the temple were uhhh...... tumultuous. she didn’t really want to be there and she made that Very Clear lmao. probably very nearly did get returned to her parents bc of all the trouble she caused, but she eventually settled in (with some guidance from her eventual master, yasta kivallo).

she matured into a very considerate and intelligent jedi knight. became a consular, rather than a guardian, bc of her skills in observation and persuasion; she’s probably one of the best negotiators the jedi order have, except for obi-wan himself. if things had been different, she might’ve ended up in the senate, ironically.

a few years after tpm, sivala took on a padawan; vuren passik, a rutian twi’lek. he actually becomes a knight a few months into the clone wars bc the jedi are desperate for fighters, and his death in the temple during order 66 is one of the biggest tragedies to shape sivala.

(another one being yasta’s death during the battle of felucia </3. siv loses everyone lmao).

her and obi-wan fight side by side quite a bit during the war; by rots they consider each other friends rather than just allies, and he rly helps her with her grief over yasta, since he knows what it’s like to lose a master. they’re both very skilled negotiators and they work very well together (after an adjustment period, they quickly get on the same wavelength in those kinds of settings), so they get pretty used to working together off the battlefield as well as on.

he kind of assumes she’s dead after order 66 (since she very nearly was) and although she knew he survived the initial massacre bc of the message sent out to the jedi, the years pass without even a whisper of him, and she just kind of... figures he must’ve been killed at some point?

and yknow. the force has gone quiet. she felt her padawan die. hundreds of souls screaming out, suddenly silenced. all that. so she goes on the run and grieves grieves grieves. puts her lightsaber away somewhere hidden and safe and swears she’ll never pick it back up again. (she can’t quite bring herself to throw it into a black hole, but she thinks abt it sometimes).

through a series of very convoluted events ive only like. half figured out. she ends up working to smuggle jedi and force-sensitives away from the empire and settles on daiyu to work especially closely with haja estree. they piss each other off a lot. it’s a riot.

um and then yeah :) her n obi-wan have a whole huge i’m not alone anymore moment n just kinda. end up rly relying on each other. i dont think they get to see each other often (something tells me 1 powerful jedi + another powerful jedi = big energy in the force for the inquisitors to look out for) but when they do they r very soft and tired and in love sjdjjksdjk.

(she uh. does die protecting a force-sensitive kid in her charge from inquisitors a couple years before anh, but i dont want to think abt that rn so 😌)

if u read this far thank u i love u mwah

#ily both so much thank u omg 🥺#this is so rambly im sorry i feel entirely incoherent abt her #ch: sivala sylwiri #answered #shadowglens

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solasan · 2 years

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what does sivala carry with her from place to place? is there anything from Before that she holds onto?

honestly, not much!! she's not huge on material sentimentality; the only big thing from Before that she keeps around is her lightsaber, which she uses only sparingly. she's so used to being on the move, having to be prepared to run at a moment's notice, that it would be impractical for her to hang onto much else. even her jedi robes were abandoned at the first opportunity because they were too distinguishable.

for practical reasons, she hangs onto her holoprojector and commlink. that... becomes a bit more of a sentimental thing, too, once her and obi-wan start using them to fill the gaps in their lives with each other. they're her only way of contacting him, so she keeps them close.

she usually binds her hair with leather ties, so she'll have several of those on her person at any one time; obi-wan winds up with those scattered around his place on the rare occasions she visits, and even before she dies, he takes to wearing them on his wrist. a piece of her, yknow?

hm what else. her blaster goes everywhere with her, for safety reasons. she sleeps with that thing under her pillow, even when her pillow’s just a balled up shirt. a couple forms of fake identification, too, bc u can never be too careful. uhhhhh. i think that rly might be it dhjdsjkdsjk which is so boring ://

she’s just EXTREMELY practical when it comes to personal stuff (very big on self-sacrifice for the betterment of the many, even in regards to little things like her possessions, and in this case it’s for the best that she doesn’t have anything tying her down anywhere). also i think most of the things she would’ve wanted to have — some of yasta’s stuff, maybe, or vuren’s lightsaber — were impossible for her to get her hands on before she went on the run?

#answered #anonymous #ch: sivala sylwiri #thank u for the question anon MWAH <33333 #the path is just like. her LIFE. shes so protective over it and the people they rescue that it's definitely unhealthy #so in order to protect it shes just like 'ok so i can never have a life EVER'

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solasan · 2 years

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all of emotions + sivala 🤍

JUMBO OC ASK GAME

sivala's...... honestly not a very happy person. she's moody and sad a lot of the time, but she's outwardly somewhat emotionally reserved (so she's not... constantly crying, or anything, and she's efficient, but most people don't see her smile all that much, save for like... quinlan, sometimes haja, obi-wan once they've reunited).

spending time with the people she loves is always a sure way to make her smile, though, even if it's only very small. she smiles more around the younglings they rescue, too; children and their innocence give her hope, and it's easier for her to feel happier around them. she tries to make them smile, too, but where she's quite smooth and confident in her dealings with adults, she comes across as too serious for kids to really bond with her (which wasn't the case before order 66 so haha. nice). she does usually teach younglings she smuggles the basics of the force (mostly how to hide your presence effectively and control yourself) and she enjoys teaching very much.

small things she loves that will always offer her some comfort are tea (specifically chandrilan 😇 gotta rep ur home planet 😇 and also yasta used to drink it, so there's a connection there); the buzz of the crowds on daiyu (bc she finds crowds and their anonymity make her feel safer shdsjk); and the smell of the rain on jabiim.

oh and also she's always basking in the force presence of any jedi she meets ddshdsjk she suns herself on their signatures like a lizard does a rock. quinlan and obi-wan rly are the ones who see her most relaxed dhjdsjkdskj

⭐ what is your OC afraid of? any crippling phobias or some such? how do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? does anyone ever find your OC scary? why?

oh, so much. it’s not that she has like... irrational fears. she just has so much to lose now, and she’s already lost everything once, and she’s so scared it’ll happen again?? the thought of losing the network or obi-wan keeps her up at night shjdsjkdsjk. she is, unsurprisingly, much less concerned about the possibility of her own death.

at first, when she’s scared, she’ll go very quiet and sort of... pale and stiff. this is her trying to take the measure of a situation. once that measure’s taken, all bets are off; she’s dusting off the negotiator’s silver tongue and trying to get her hands on a weapon at the same time. she becomes almost too bright in her efforts? very frantic, almost manic? she will do anything, say anything, to get out of the situation (and hopefully save as many people as she can, since most of her fears would involve someone else).

she won’t calm down for a while afterwards. she’ll be jittery, letting her perfectionist streak take over while she overthinks herself into an early grave. she’s triple-checking her safety precautions. bring her a tea and (if ur obi-wan) hold her and remind her everything’s okay, that she’s not alone, and she’ll slowly start to taper down. otherwise— nope. high anxiety lyf ✌️

i think some people definitely find her scary. more often it’s just that she’s intimidating (she’s got very high standards; she’s physically powerful; she gives off an air of extreme confidence and capability) but if you get on her bad side she can get genuinely frightening and threatening, though usually, this only happens when she feels she’s in the right. if she has to threaten or kill someone to keep the path safe, to keep the people she loves safe, she’ll do it. she’ll feel super guilty after, bc it’s not the jedi way, but she’ll still do it.

🍋 does your OC act petty and jealous easily? what sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? how do they deal with these emotions when they get them? if your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

nah siv’s not a jealous person at all. i think that she just feels like... at this time in her life, after everything she’s been through, what’s the point in getting jealous or possessive? she has so little left and she does guard it fiercely, but she has bigger things to handle than petty jealousies. she’s dutiful, and her duties leave the lives of so many (including her loved ones and many children) hanging in the balance, so she just... doesn’t have the time to get jealous tbqh. dhdsjkdsjk

📀 how easy is it to shock your OC? to confuse them? to lie to them, to manipulate them? how are they with feelings of trust? can your OC be trusted?

it’s not easy to pull the wool over sivala’s eyes, but it can be done. generally, she’s very sensitive to people’s auras in the force— to their intentions, their personality, even their surface thoughts, if she tries enough. more sensitive than most jedi, i think — it’s one of the reasons she was such a good negotiator during the clone wars. she knows what weak points to press on. how to manipulate. if you can hide something from her, you’re either very good at compartmentalisation, or you’re preying on some of her own weaknesses.

and she does have them! she’ll become a bit... stubborn and bull-headed about matters relating to the jedi, particularly, so it would be easy to lure her into a trap by using even the whisper of a jedi as bait. she’s also more inclined to trust her fellow jedi, so she could be stabbed in the back more easily by them than by someone else. although she is more wary of betrayal since order 66 shjsdjkdsjk. she doesn’t fully trust anyone, of course (probably not even obi-wan), but she trusts the jedi more.

as for if sivala can be trusted? she can be trusted to look after her charges. she can be trusted to do whatever she can and must for the ‘greater good’. but if circumstances demand it, she’s willing to burn anything — any bridge, any connection — for the safety of ‘her and hers’: that is, the path and the jedi. even if that means leaving a man behind. so idk u can make of that what u will dhjdsjkdsjk

💛 in general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? do they have a good hold on them, or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? what do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

in some respects, she’s very in-control of her emotions? she’s very in-control of her emotional expression, for example, and she tries her best to make her decisions logically, not just with her heart. but she does do things with her heart; she can be reckless and brave to the point of stupidity, and her revulsion and anger regarding the empire is what really pushes her to do what she does. while she was once pretty good at letting go of feelings as and when necessary, her difficulty meditating after yasta died has only become worse in the last ten years, so she doesn’t have the same kind of emotional distance she used to. she can hide her feelings, i guess is what i’m trying to say, but they affect her decision-making very heavily.

it does worry her that she’s not capable of that detachment anymore. yasta was the one that taught sivala to meditate in the first place (and i mean that in a way that makes meditating, for sivala, very intimately painful, because yasta was so intrinsically tied to her process) and her difficulty with it now affecting her abilities makes her worry that she’s going to get everyone killed. she feels like a massive failure of a jedi, too, so that doesn’t help shdsjksd

#AAAAAA THANK U SM AS ALWAYS AIRIKA <333 #this is so long omg omg omg im so sorry dsdjskdsjkd #these were such good questions for her sdhdsjk her emotional-ness is smth ive been thinking abt a lot #i am holding ur hand <3 #answered #chuckhansen #ch: sivala sylwiri

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solasan · 2 years

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thinkin bout sobi first kiss drama no one look at me

#it’s the ‘this is the most natural progression of our relationship and it makes sense and it fits’ vs the jedi guilt of it all :)#like for a MINUTE. a SECOND. it’s the easiest thing in the world and they both feel so comfortable and seen and Not Alone Anymore #and then the walls come crashing down and THIS IS WHAT LED ANAKIN OFF THE PATH OF THE JEDI #ATTACHMENT IS NOT COMPASSION shit starts running thru both their heads and they dont know what to do #things get silent and awkward. they want to do it again but theyre not SUPPOSED to want that. what are they doing.#idk man it’s just the way they’re each other’s port in the storm and they keep each other alive and they do it in a way they’ve been taught #their whole lives is wrong? and what comes so naturally to them is so UNNATURAL to the jedi?#both of them: this wont happen again #both of them when it inevitably happens again: surprised_pikachu.jpeg #mollie shut up #ch: sivala sylwiri

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wanted (wink wonk) pretty please 🤲

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aaaa sowwy for the EXTREMELY late response saskia n thank u sm for asking ilysm <3 uhh this is set on daiyu during episode 2, just before obi-wan and leia escape :)

It’s funny, but Sivala doesn’t remember the last time she saw Kenobi.

She remembers the last time she saw some of the others; vague flickers of Yasta’s smile and wave as they parted ways over Ryloth, or the scent of mint and jasmine when she hugged Vuren goodbye on Coruscant. The way Cyruss dropped to his knees after Copper shot him full of blasterbolts on Siskeen. Jyl, screaming her way down to the jungle floor from the skiff.

But Kenobi? Her memory’s… spotty in that regard. It’s been that way since she took that bump to the head trying to escape the clones a decade ago. She saw him on Anaxes, she thinks. Or— or she’s relatively certain she did, anyway. She remembers both of them being there, fighting, but— how did they part? Was there a farewell?

She hasn’t considered it in some time. There’s been so much more to think about; Roken and Ludra, the Path, whether she’s going to wake up in an Imperial prison anytime soon. Old comrades — Quinlan not included — have… sort of taken a back seat in her priorities, in light of that.

The photograph skipping and buzzing on her imagecaster is an old one. Taken during the Clone Wars, she’d wager; his hair’s not long enough for it to be earlier. He’s wearing his Jedi robes in it, too, which no one with any sense has dared do since the Empire took over; Sivala’s own are probably still rotting in a lockbox somewhere on a smuggler’s starship systems away from here. Or blasted out the airlock alongside the ship’s waste.Either way, they’re long-gone. And — judging by the number of credits on his head — Kenobi soon will be too if she doesn’t do something.

#answered #villainthirst #ch: sivala sylwiri #my writing #smooches u <333

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please please please post a snippet of blame please i am begging 🧎‍♀️😩

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PLS u do not have to beg!!!! thank u very much for askin jasmine u r the bestest <333333

He doesn’t know what to say to that, except for a hushed: “So you… you must blame me, then.”

She audibly inhales and shuts off the holotable with a low click. And then, just as hushed, she sighs, “Is this really the time for this conversation?”

No, it isn’t. There are two dozen intensely vulnerable Force sensitives on-board, running from the Empire, and their hyperdrive is down with a whole Imperial fleet at their backs. Anakin almost killed them all — he could yet do it. Jabiim is lost to them. And Sivala—

He doesn’t know what Reva said to her. Whatever it was, it’s weighed on her since. It sits on her shoulders now, heavy and tangible as a roughspun cloak, and he doesn’t know how to pull it off her. How to— make it better.

All he knows is that he needs to understand. If she does blame him, he cannot honestly say that she��d be wrong to. He almost hopes that she does. It would… make it easier, he thinks. To turn his back on her and all she’s built. To forget.

“That’s not an answer,” he croaks, trying to smile.

Sivala huffs a low laugh through her nose. “No, it isn’t.”

There’s a pause. Then she turns to face him, resting her lower back against the protrusion of the holotable and crossing her arms over her chest.

“You want the truth?”

Does he want the truth? Fear hollows out his insides in a way he hasn’t felt for quite some time, but he— he has to know. He has to know.

Incapable of speech, he nods. Quick. Like pulling a blade out of his chest.

Sivala mirrors the gesture, but slower, her brows furrowing in thought. “No.”

“N— no?”

“No,” she repeats clearly and slowly, like he was a youngling and not a Jedi Master well past his prime. “I don’t blame you.”

#answered #montliyets #ch: sivala sylwiri #my writing #obi-wan: please dont blame me i cant take it #obi-wan when sivala doesnt blame him: WAIT WHY NOT.

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