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It takes a certain kind of monster to be content in the dark. Content, never happy. Not with the nightmares that run rampant with only slight reprieve for the good. He glances up toward the ceiling. He wonders about the sun. He misses it.
She wonders about freedom, if it could be something tangible that turns over and over in her hands. What would it be like to fall? Wind slashing against her face, obeying gravity, and plummeting down. She imagines the view and thinks the beauty would be worth it.
If he could feel surprise, he imagines it would taste like her lips each time she steals kisses up and down him before settling on his lips. He wants to build her an empire. Kingdoms are born from the curve of her back, and forests sprout from her hands. She was a Queen long before he met her.
Breath becomes something debatable between them. She knows how to silence ghosts with only a smile. If he could, he’d tremble at the sight of her; lips dipped in pomegranates, the sun in the Underworld. It’s in her presence that he forgets he’s a god. He is more like Icarus reaching for the sun, and hoping the sea will cushion his fall.
Persephone is her own kind of monster completely in love with the dark, and more than happy in the day // L.H.Z
How can you hold an image in your mind? To see To feel To touch To find yourself lost in the glittering illusion that gives credence to the parlance of emotion? You spell it out, Folding it Rolling it Wrapping it Tight, and tighter still about My cerebellum, until I can taste the flavor of ink that drips from the font of your pen. How can I offer thanks for the lover and friend that has thrown words into My face Slashing them Screaming them Impaling them Into the darkest parts of My measured mind, sliding them unaware under the door to taunt? Handing them out like candy to tease Me until I, in turn, answer in kind. To
fall into the vortex of languages spell, drifting along the hidden
currents that sparks wildfires in the core of creative intuition. Flung
high..battered and beaten against the walls that fight to hold you
down, and rebelling with each soul dripping splatter of venom that marks
your mouth. Or sent running over moon drenched meadows , silvers and gilded, laughing Crying Sighing Until
the words fade from the screen, only to find they have been left in
burning marks on the insight that was given, the window to a soul opened
for a tiny glance into dreams Given freely
Not necessarily in a bad way. That word has a lot of negative stigma attached to it, but there’s no denying that our favorite Togruta will prioritize efficiency over mercy when it comes to battle.
This is one of the most popular gifs of her.
She goes straight for the kill, in the quickest way possible. Two slashes, four Mandalorians beheaded. They didn’t even have time to reach for their blasters.
Ahsoka doesn’t give her opponents a fighting chance. Obi-Wan, and even Anakin, at least typically fought with their enemies on equal footing. But Ahsoka takes full advantage of their unpreparedness.
Even when she’s fighting Vader, she lunges at him, sabers ready, and slashes his face directly. That’s a death sentence against any other enemy. She didn’t even know he’d survive. She was fighting to kill, even though it was Anakin under that helmet.
A lot of people only focus on the sweet and sassy side, and a lot of others focus on how she’s a badass. But I don’t see many people talk about her sheer disregard for Jedi-like dueling. And it’s not a bad thing, because she gets results, and is better off by taking advantage of the situations.