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something inside of me has 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 been there ; but now it’s * 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄. & i’m afraid. i don’t know what it is, or what to do with it. i need 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. * PRIV. REY OF STAR WARS. WRITTEN BY ♯ 𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙣.

grass 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 underneath sprawled limbs, fingers curling inwardly ; doe — brown hues * 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄, fixated on the ever-blue sky above. from planet to planet she roams, wild : searching for a 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

my god, he’s annoying. the universe could’ve chosen anyone else to link her with, and it chose 𝐡𝐢𝐦. hm. pinching her own wrist. 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙. did he feel that?

oh, go be a 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 elsewhere. or put on some dry robes, maybe, instead of standing around whining. it’s annoying.

and 𝐡𝐞 needs to get his mind out of the gutter. sorry about that. it began to downpour in the middle of training, but she’ll be dry enough soon.

she’s 𝒘𝒆𝒕. from the rain, of course. but, it does happen to be refreshing. dark locks sticking to pale skin, she warms herself by the fire.

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𝙤𝙤𝙘. i’m going to ,,,, reboot here

𝙤𝙤𝙘. hello 👁👁

sigh.

; ; god look at this tros bus 😭😭

✫・゜・。 open.spotify.com/track/6sqTL…

; ; i love the mandalorian theme aaaaa

even after all this time . . . she still has no real 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. yes, the resistance is akin to her family, but there is no solid ground where she may rest her head. like 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 if she’s going back to jakku. she already knows there’s nothing waiting for her there anymore.

today, she is ever focused ; running the training course at top speed, keeping her mind in one place. she’d hate to disappoint leia —— she knows that her 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 is watchful.

the rain has finally stopped. & so, her training continues 𝙤𝙣.