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Padmé Amidala Naberrie ([personal profile] senateur) wrote2018-08-14 10:45 pm

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[personal profile] hadthehighground 2019-04-30 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Her response earned her a light chuckle as he looked down at his feet for a moment. “Yes, of course,” he said quietly, knowing that was all too true. He had done his best to be helpful with the twins and take care of whatever they or Padme might need. Giving her sleep was unfortunately beyond his abilities. Plus he knew very little about caring for babies and sometimes felt he was rather useless at times. Being in the way rather than a help.

He finally looked back up at her with a resigned smile. “Then perhaps we should try to rectify that.” His gaze then turned to the sky and the clouds that were rolling through.

“The weather report said the clouds should be gone by this evening. It might even be clear enough to see the rings tonight.”

Yes he was suggesting they do some quiet stargazing. There wasn’t much else to do out here in the middle of a barely habited planet. Plus he heard that it was quite beautiful on clear nights.
hadthehighground: (good times)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2019-05-01 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
The man’s smile broadened when she took well to the idea. They definitely could use some peace and take a moment to slow down. They would need to get comfortable with their new lives, and what better way to start?

“I’ll finish putting on the last few slats and make a trip into town. There’s enough time before it gets dark.”

Perhaps he had something in mind for their little star party? There was certainly a little glint in his eyes that suggested it. The first glimmer of happiness he’d had in weeks.
hadthehighground: (oh I insist)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2019-05-01 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It was good to hear her laugh, and it brightened his smile even more. He hoped to hear that much more in their future.

“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about, Tsabin Kenobi,” he said back. It was said merrily, though it was still strange to call her that. To him she would always be Padme. He was at least starting to get used to it.

With that he put some distance between them again.

“I suppose I should get back to work. The vaporators are in good hands.”

Turning, Ben walked back towards the house where he would get back up on the roof and finish replacing it. It wasn’t long after that he did what he said he would do. Taking the beaten up old speeder they had bought into town to pick up a few things. He was back just as it started to get dark. The clouds having passed through quickly and revealing a clear sky just as the first stars began to appear.

seenitbefore: (warm)

wow I super did not mean to leave this hanging for six months, jesus

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-05-06 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
A quick, pleasant smile - it's remarkable how his face transforms in that half a second - and he nods toward the exit. "Can I take that for you?" offering a hand.

(He's no one, right now, for all intents and purposes. He exists only as a guide, a flashing signal; a voice that can reassure her, a face she can trust, a body between her and the thousand things that could go fatally wrong with this plan. That's his only job here, and it's almost restful.

He reminds himself of that, to keep his mind from racing.)
seenitbefore: (blink and you'll miss it)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-05-07 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Tsabin," he echoes in a cordial tone, not at all in keeping with those watchful eyes. "Ference Valari. I'm afraid the agency couldn't spare anyone more senior, so you get me." He flashes another smile, disarming, self-deprecating, as they reach the exit, and scans the street up and down before stepping aside politely. "But I hope I'll be able to answer any questions you have. --This way."

He keeps pace with her as they go - and he is armed, discreetly enough that she has to know where to look. Anyone else would have to be looking in the first place, and Cassian is reasonably sure no one will. There's no one to see. Just the woman in her sober gown, the young man solicitous of his companion. "How was your flight?"

Three blocks through a small, sluggish business district. With luck, no more than a quarter of an hour in the open. With care, no proof they were ever here.

Keep going.
hadthehighground: (good times)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2019-05-09 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
He was already standing beside the speeder and pulling a wrapped bundle from it when Padme emerged with little Leia. A warm smile on his face as he took the parcel in his arms and crossed the gravely ground towards them.

“Curious, are you?”

A light teasing in his voice as he came up to them, reaching out to gently stroke the baby’s cheek before leaning down to kiss her forehead. On his way back up he also offered Padme a chaste yet affectionate peck on her cheek as well.

“Come along then. I have something for everyone.”

Obi-Wan then moved into the house, taking the bundle with him and placing it on the table where he began to unwrap it.
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[personal profile] ihateflying 2019-12-30 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan understands the concept of soulmates, of course, has even been around those couples who have found their particular match now and again. He finds the concept a bit puzzling, and the reality fairly sweet, but it isn't something he considers particularly relevant to him, personally.

Oh, he's affectionate, warm, even loving but in a fairly ...unfocused way. He's even been attracted to people, though very rarely. It simply isn't where his attention lies. He's dedicated to the Order and that leaves very, very little room for anything else in his life.

Dedication to the Order is why, in spite of the rarity of Jedi being used as body guards, there's no complaint from him about his assignment. There are extenuating circumstances in play, too, and someone he remembers fondly from years ago, too, of course.

He takes the elevator in silence, relatively dignified and quietly composed when he walks in. The moment he goes to shake her hand to reintroduce himself, though, his composure cracks.

Because she's glowing.

"This is not good."
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[personal profile] rebellionbuilt 2020-01-05 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Cassian Andor was burning out. Having been an agent for the Alliance at an age where he shouldn't have known (and been part of) the horrors of war, perhaps it made sense that everything he had seen and done was starting to weigh heavily upon his thin shoulders.

In no uncertain terms, Draven had told him to get his shit together or risk being grounded indefinitely until Alliance psychs proclaimed him fit for duty and he no longer apt to take unnecessary risks or put himself in danger as a way of … indirectly killing himself. He was sure that he'd hit the breaking point eventually, but for the time being, there was always something to be done, and Cassian continued to be the best man for most jobs.

Here he was, trudging through the gathering snow, keeping a lookout for his contact - who he assumed was not one of the locals who were mostly all scurrying for shelter away from the storm. There, he thought, watching a little longer as she walked, that's her. Decidedly not a local. Not at all prepared for the weather. Tha was his contact.

Cassian changed his trajectory to intersect with hers, his voice low and steady as he neared close enough for her to hear.]


You'll catch your death of cold out here dressed like that. I know a place.
divini: (it's the same old theme)

“the desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.”

[personal profile] divini 2020-05-22 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Uli can't help but to be reminded of his arid homeworld every time he steps out of his (allegedly) climate-controlled cube and into the glaring sunlight that bears down on the center of the camp like a cruel glare. The uncomfortable grittiness of the sand trapped between his socks and the otherwise-bare skin of his ankles as he crosses camp to greet the LAAT as it touches down on the landing zone - that's familiar too.

He's hardly the picture of civilized society as he savors the downwash of the landing from a safe distance, Republic jumpsuit unzipped to the waist in an attempt to allow body heat to leave through the sweat-yellowed tee shirt of his desert phase skivvies. The harsh sunlight glints off the twin dogtags that separate him from the Republic's cloned soldiers as he waits for the brownout to clear—his draft board took ownership of his body in every other way, but there's no identification chip implanted in his wrist. Uli Divini had the good fortune of being born and not cloned.

He knows better than to step into the blinding cloud and get a lungful of sand, so he waits, holding a rag over his nose and mouth to filter out the few sharp particles that make their way to where he stands. Man-made thunder booms on the horizon, familiar enough by now to be identifiable as Republic shelling, not Separatist. It still means wounded in a few hours, though, so they'll need to be quick in getting the new nurse set up.

By the time the sand has settled back into its rightful place on the ground and formed a thin layer over the LZ, the chief nurse's latest acquisition is already stepping out of the transport. She looks sorely out of place simply from the lack of grime on her person, though he knows it won't last long - Amidala's face isn't glistening like it probably will be in about five minutes; her hair lacks the unwashed look the weight of sweat has given his and every other human's, but that, too, will come with time.

Uli waves with the arm that isn't holding up the rag and makes a sweeping come-here gesture. They have to get out of the way before Drenn can get off the ground, and judging by the stacks of boxes strapped down in the hold, she's got other things to do today. He shouts his greeting, partly because of the distance and partly because of the low, loud hum of the LAAT's idling engine. ]


Right this way! And don't worry about the shelling, those are ours, not theirs!
Edited 2020-05-22 23:03 (UTC)

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