“      the   last   i   heard   from   obi - wan  ,    he   had   her  ,    but   that   was   days   ago.      tidreen      --      ”        bail   draws   a   deep   breath.        “      once  ,     you   promised   to   protect   her.      if   i   don’t   hear   from   obi - wan   again      --      if   i   must   go   to   tatooine      --      will   you   look   for   my   daughter?      i   must   know   if   she   is   alive.      ”

»           ​@ecsile​​    ♡      

their  affection,  like  much  about  them,  is  a  heavy  thing.   something  that  winds  around  the  neck  and  pulls.   “ i  wouldn’t  ask  it  if  it  wasn’t  you,  tid. ”   / @ecsile​

@ecsile / snarter call.

"First and foremost, I would like to thank you for giving me the time of day." It was spoken with a bow—one deeper than he would offer most people—as he pushed his sincerity into the Force, his mental shields loose and open in a show of peace and trust. Hers was a face he hadn't seen in years and his own was likely an unwelcome one. They hadn't parted on unfriendly terms, but the last they had seen of each other, Obi-Wan voted to uproot her life and banish her from the only home she had ever known. It was a cruel act, he had justified to himself at the time, but as months passed so too had his capacity for understanding all the hidden places between dark and light, the ones Jedi were often too afraid to look at and shunned as if they weren't another aspect of the Force to be embraced and learned.

"There are some things I wish to speak with you about, if you'll have me." And some things was, perhaps, a bit of an understatement; he hadn't the faintest idea how well she'd kept to date with the war efforts, with the reconstruction of the Jedi Order, or what ceasefire was starting to mean for the galaxy at large. Some things very could have well been the latter half of the war and all the nuance that had followed. There were rules Obi-Wan himself was now breaking, the very ones he had sentenced Tidreen for, and his new project (life goal, truly) would immeasurably benefit from her aide.

"Oh, how rude of me. I also come bearing gifts." In one hand, he held up a crude looking flask with Tihaar scrawled across its front, it was some bastard moonshined version of it that he'd been gifted by a rather intoxicated group from his recently disbanded Ghost Company. "Liquor and news of Chancellor Palpatine's death."

❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said?  ❜

if her words hadn't caught his attention before, tidreen's open INSUBORDINATION surely has grabbed it now . no slower than a blink of an eye and he's pivoted on his leather heel to face her . . . to cast her in his shadow . a mask may conceal the expression beneath, but even the force bends under the weight of his rage . its reverberations echo through the room.

❛ what is there to hear? ❜ revan snaps, voice crackling through the modulator. ❛ your concern is unfounded. i DESTROYED the mandalorians. i'll end the sith , too. with or without you. ❜

@ecsile​

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED? :: Liara

the analyzing heart

you have the soul of an intellect. you like to figure out how things work, you want to take them apart and put them back together again. you strive for answers and you're not afraid to ask the difficult questions. one day you'll have to learn to accept not everything can be explained away. it's okay to let your heart bleed. it's okay to let your soul long for impossible things. the most incredible mysteries are the ones that are never solved, but merely felt.

TAGGING: @ecsile @luxettenebra

TAGGED BY: @akuzeisms (ty for the tag!!)

@ecsile​ / 🧛

“Might I enquire as to your reasoning for being out this late, Madam? These streets can be quite treacherous in the dead of night. Much to my dismay, I must admit.”

@ecsile con't from here.

      even in with the tension between them, kilspree falling in step feels painfully right, like righteous indignation, like setting a dislocated joint. they shall lead, and she shall follow. lyn turns to her with a twist of their lips pulling at their scarred features. ❝ i wouldn't expect anything less, ❞ they say, smug like she's agreed with them and isn't just playing along for the moment. perhaps, though, she's moved a little farther from minder and a little closer to companion. they allow themself the little indulgence, lips curling further; it is rare they find stable footing when speaking to her.

      ❝ i'm not particularly keen on superweapons. ❞ comes the pointed retort as they gather their things. they don't mind being questioned – at least they don't think they do. the abrasion of conflict, when it comes, doesn't quite rile them, but it nevertheless pulls them to attention. it is what is supposed to be, they think. ❝ everyone else seems to be. i'm simply pursuing our best option. ❞ something has once again slotted into place, like the lightsaber that now hangs from their hip. they glace back at her, unrepentant. meeting challenge with challenge. ❝ you should know all about their appeal though – you did serve closely under revan and malak, after all. i'm sure you got to see it up close. ❞ and perhaps, lyn thought, that was why tidreen was here, as part of their crew, rather than dressed up in some grey robe trying to ambush them on tatooine. ❝ if you have a better idea, i'd love to hear it. ❞

@ecsile​​ asked: “ we’re not alone here. ” ( hullo c: )

blair witch starters || accepting

      The street is quiet, almost eerily abandoned -- odd, considering it’s just past nightfall in a district of London that had once been teaming with shops and restaurants and life. A few torn and weather-beaten posters remind citizens of the epidemic, the more human one, that’s ravaged populations in the city and beyond and the piecemeal measures taken to try and contain it.

      And if that wasn’t enough, now there’s the rising plague of an entirely different nature to contend with. Not that the average person is aware of what comes crawling out of the sewers every night. That’s the way Geoffrey would prefer to keep it, really -- if people knew what was out there, it would only make the Guard’s job harder as every politician and average Londoner would start getting ideas in their heads about solutions to problems they couldn’t comprehend. No, it’s better to keep the masses in the dark and hope they stayed there. 

      Which is why Geoffrey never likes when his patrols are interrupted by a member of those blissfully unaware masses. In spite of his best efforts, he knows what the Guard’s reputation is with the general population, and it’s hardly positive, particularly in the posher districts. Those under his leadership are labeled as thugs more often than not by those that don’t understand their mission. 

      A Skal’s shriek sounds just a little farther up the road before he has a chance to say anything to the woman in his patrol’s path. With a slight gesture of his hand the two men flanking him take off down the cobblestones to investigate, leaving Geoffrey there with her. He nods curtly at her words. “Have you seen anything strange tonight, miss?” It’s possible she ran into whatever Skal is making a racket in the nearby distance -- or any number of other dangers roaming London’s streets. “My men might be able to take care of it.” He can’t do much if the interlopers she’s mentioned are with a gang, but if they’re leeches, well. That won’t be a problem.

screaming crying throwing up bc after almost 10 YEARS of writing / shipping together , i finally got to meet @ecsile in person

starter   for   @ecsile !

“      the   empire   has   grown   suspicious   of   us.      ”        fingers   steepled   atop   his   desk  ,    bail   meets   the   former   jedi’s   gaze  ,    steadier   than   he   presently   feels.        “      of   course   we   were   aware   that   their   eyes   may   one   day   turn   to   us  ,    but      --      i’d   like   to   make   a   request   of   you.      ”       a   beat   of   hesitation  ,    choosing   his   words   carefully.        “      should   the   empire   decide   to   dispose   of   us   and   install   leia   in   our   place  ,    i   would   ask   that   you   look   after   her      ...      as   a   former   jedi  ,    and   a   trusted   ally.      i   know   it’s   a  ...      a   large   request  ,    but   i   hoped   that   there   was   enough   between   us      --      after   working   together   for   so   long      --      that   you   would   consider   it.      leia   is   the   future.      ”

perhaps it was inappropriate for her to follow the other through the streets of her planet.    not for the fact that following someone was just,  creepy,  and weird,  but for the fact that she could easily be recognized by her own people.   stopped at any given moment by those who lived on corona only to have her not so inconspicuous cover blown and to make it known that she was actually following the new face.    it wasn’t like she had to personally greet every newcomer who’d stepped foot on corona soil but,  she liked to make a point to at least introduce herself.   and to ensure that corona’s out of harm’s way;  even with that in mind,  though,  corona still held the belief of allowing those who just need a place to stay, a safe roof over their head.    it was only when the other turned around, though, when rapunzel’s eyes held panic.   she’d been caught.    “oh,  um..    hi.   hi.   welcome to corona.”   // @ecsile liked for a starter.

@ecsile      ♡

“      thank   you   for   coming   to   our   aid   so   swiftly.      ”        filthy  ,    blood   leaking   steadily   from   a   dirtied   gash   at   his   temple  ,    obi - wan   finds   a   weary   half  -  smile   as   he   clasps   her   shoulder.        “      i’m   not   sure   how   much   longer   we   might   have   lasted.      are   you   alright?      ”