-rebellionlight

Cb + specify!/

-rebellionlight

I...I...I...I... ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴏɴ!
          
          ≻─── ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴇǫᴜᴇʟ/ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ᴀɴᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ “ʙʀᴀɪɴ” (revamped one of my old accounts)
          
           ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ. ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʙ + sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ! 
          
          @-fxrcetobereckoned
          
          ────≺

forcefalls

you  know  i’d  happily  make  you  a  new  one  of  those,  right?  i  mean..   that  one’s  over  a  decade  old,  and  i  made  it  when  i  was  nine. the  craftsmanship  is  questionable. 
          
          /   im  so  sorry  for  how  late  this  is  i  was  on  holiday

-rebellionlight

@forcefalls 
            
            the brunette had to chuckle as she gently intertwined her fingers with his as he joined their fingers. her hand much smaller than his own in comparison. her own brown eyes met his ocean blue as she pondered the moment he had given it to her. when she had been in one of her lowest moments as she was in hiding. queen of naboo, disguised as a handmaiden, with her life on the line and having a small moment with a boy from tatooine. he wanted her to remember him…and that she did. she never forgot him and now they are inseparable…both in heart and soul. she looked to the jappor snippet as her fingers ran along some of the grooves loosely. “i think there’s perfect in the imperfection…” she nodded to it.
• Reply

forcefalls

really?   [   he smiles,  something soft and far removed from the boyish grins that often tug his lips upwards,  reaching out with his flesh hand to join her fingers in tracing the little snippet,  every groove that he had dug out in a foolish attempt of winning the heart of a fourteen  (and far too old for him at the time)  year old queen of naboo.   ]   i could always make something better,  now.
• Reply

-rebellionlight

@forcefalls
            
            //its fine!! honestly sounds like fun because i have been preparing for school! this is my last full school year of college 
            
            “you mean this…?” padmé gestured to the jappor snippet that he had given to her when he was kid. she could still remember the moment he had given it to her and she had kept it close to her. she ran her fingers along the ridges and designs, before her brown eyes looked to him. “i think i prefer the original…there was just something about the way you carved it and the moment when it was given to me..”
• Reply