she scoffs at the absurdity of the present moment, like a comedy meant for an audience. never in her wildest dreams did she imagine lora in her house. at least, not this one. syala is speechless at last; unsure of what she could even +
her expression remains what it always has: calm. at last, her eyes are able to take in syalaโs and she recognizes their unique glint; nostalgia burning. her pace halts, keeping adequate space between them. โso i am. the door was unlocked.โ
to decide whether or not she'd rather lora be real. her eyes clench shut before opening, turning around to face her, stomach dropping to a pit. โ you're here? โ
destroyed skin 'round fingers tell its own story; bad habits die hard. the voice of her childhood companion now emanating through her home almost causes her to topple over the edge. imagining things now? she stands for a moment, trying +
cerulean eyes trail the new figure as it enters her view, drinking in every exhausted feature. brows momentarily furrow, pondering the womanโs grievances, before it disappears. she slowly approaches, steps silent, with hands behind her back. +
today, of all days, syala is glad for her husband's refusal to give her a personal security detail inside the penthouse. at last, some peace and kriffing quiet. she steps onto the private balcony staring above the city; unaware of the +
staring out at the scenery of coruscant from the confines of one of the capitalโs many skyscrapers. her arms are crossed, foot tapping impatiently. almost as if sheโs โฆ waiting for someone.
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an independent & semi-selective portrayal of an original character set within the star wars universe. original trilogy based; pre shipped w/ ๏นซsplitmoral.
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