𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀›⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶ d̶o̶. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ it's time to let 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 die ... s̵n̵o̵k̵e̵, s̵k̵y̵w̵a̵l̵k̵e̵r̵, t̵h̵e̵ s̵i̵t̵h̵, t̵h̵e̵ j̵e̵d̵i̵, t̵h̵e̵ r̵e̵b̵e̵l̵s̵ ﹔ 𝗟𝗘𝗧⠀𝗜𝗧⠀𝗔𝗟𝗟⠀𝗗𝗜𝗘 . ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ b̶e̶n̶ s̶o̶l̶o̶⠀/⠀kylo ren
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ by blue.

[ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝓛ITTLE ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᴰᴼⱽᴱ @amidahIias]

https://t.co/hTMzePrqCB

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi sake. He doesn’t deserve that, people have sacrificed enough for him already… besides, Ben is hardly his own first priority.

Does it seem pointlessly rude?
“Keep it. We’ll find a river.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi

Ash and smoke, a thick plume rising from the husk of what had been T141 Cargo Cruiser; he can’t help but think of what Lando had asked before he left. ‘You sure about this? Fighting’s done, kid. You worked hard. It’s not a crime to settle down for a while.’ ﹠.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi Dark eyes linger on the bottle for a moment longer than they should; Ben can feel the dryness of his mouth, not unbearable but sign enough that he needs water too. But he pushes it away, back towards her.

He can’t take from her; not when it means she might go thirsty for his ﹠.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi Not just with the weather, but at being stuck here. Feeling clueless as to what he should say to her. There novels dying in his lungs and on his tongue, never reaching his lips.

He stands.

“We still have daylight. If we’re going to get moving, now’s a good time.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi “Fruit,” Ben repeats blankly, very little for him to consider other than where it might be hiding. Finally a nod.

The humid air is seeping through his dark clothes and draining out sweat; all of him feels sticky and damp. He’s trying to ignore his own malcontent. ﹠.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

/ just wanna talk about how leia never wanted to be a skywalker because of how much she hated her father.

people completely forget she had an actual loving father (bail) way too often too.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@SP4CEINVADER Yes. Yes, it is me.

That a problem? Got a problem with outer space?

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

Still can’t tell if the old man was as much of a religious zealot as he let on, or just used it as an excuse to indulge his sadomasochism.

I’m glad he’s dead.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi Either way, we’re stuck for the time being...” sigh.

“That presents it’s own issues. For one; I doubt any of our rations made it through our... ‘landing’.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi He doesn’t spend long surveying the wreckage further, it’s just tallying up things he already knows he can’t do anything about.

“I figure we’ve got two options: go out there, try and find out or wait here for rescue.﹠.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi for an instant by the appearance of smudged ash across her face. He catches himself before it seems like staring,

“Your nose.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

@gaIacticjedi surroundings. Not much to gather from a nondescript, grassy clearing. Trees in the distance; towering cypresses.

So... they have a swamp to forward to more likely than not. Lovely. Ben faces her, intent to make a remark about that but finds himself distracted just ﹠.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

Are these things just bound to happen the second they share the same vicinity? Now, sitting on a stump just a ways away from the wreckage, Ben’s left staring at her; frustrated where he’s reserved, maybe neither of them are looking forward to this conversation.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @tornbythelight]

To say he’s ill-prepared is more than a drastic understatement. Even more so now that it’s become such a mess; a faulty engine, and a stray blaster bolt sent the cruiser plummeting down to a planet’s surface, with no map to indicate which. ﹠.