*   𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞.

LEIA NEVER SAW HERSELF AS A JEDI —— she’s told Luke as much each and every time the subject of expanding her TRAINING with him is broached. And with JAKKU barely behind them, and the CONCORDANCE still fresh, there’s too much work to be done to carve out time for it. Which means once again the glow of a DATAPAD has replaced meditation, the only focus she finds herself honing is on a FUTURE FOR HER FAMILY.

It’s the feeling of EYES ON HER that strikes her first. An unease. And even without ever seeing, she sees ——————— and somehow she knows. ( Luke’s only spoken of it once or twice, but the way the hairs stand at ATTENTION prickled up on the back of her neck is undeniable. ) 

She feels herself freeze when he says her name; feels herself brace against the table. Why here? Why now?

     “Luke isn’t here.”

                                𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.   _{he has watched from his place within the living force   (   a reward he does not deserve ,   not after all his crimes and the suffering brough about by his hand   )   the endeavors of his children.   they fight and they endure   /   determined to shape the ashes of his empire into a better place.   he looks at them and he sees their mother ,   so astoundingly clear in leia’s face   (   how could he have not recognized her before  ?   padmé in her features ,   fight in her heart.   so obvious ,   so painful.   vader had been blind   )   and luke’s refusal to give into the darkness.   IN THE HOPE THAT CARRIES THEM BOTH.}   

                                ❛   𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖.   ❜   _{there’s tenderness in translucent eyes ,    interwoven with infinite sadness ,   the kind that never goes away.   he has remained invisible to her ,   until this day.   perhaps she is wondering why ,   and perhaps he isn’t fully aware of the answer to such simple inquire.   he wanted to give her space and allow her to process the truth of her parentage ,   yet   ——   there’s something else.   it’s ironic how even in death ,   fear can stil reach him  !   he frets about his daughter’s rejection ,   careful words abandoning ethereal form.   ❛   i didn’t come here to talk to him.   ❜}    

                                       𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 _{of immortality.   a faint figure slowly blinks into existence ,   invisible to those of ignorant senses.   although not corporeal ,   emotions still flood him almost uncontrollably   ——   if his heart could beat ,   it would burst from pride ,   and sorrow ,   and immense guilt.   he gazes ‘pon the fruit of lost love ,   waiting for her to turn   /   abilities lay dormant ,   yet in the hollow of her bones rests a legacy of power.   SHE IS NOT ATTUNED TO THE WAYS OF THE FORCE.   still ,   she sees him.   with a kind glint inside faded eyes he awaits ,   until the perfect moment to speak presents itself.   ❛   ———   HELLO ,   LEIA.   ❜}  

_{❪   for @rbelhope  !  ❫}