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Meta + eopies

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I know this is a very specific ask but I am going to go into a more broader aspect than just eopies and end with eopies.

One of the very first Force traits Obi-Wan acquired when he was a Padawan was the ability to use Beast Control or Beast Trick, which is a Force ability used by both light side and dark side users. This can be seen utilized to allow a Force user to persuade or ‘use’ this beast in various ways like as a mount or simply to keep it from attacking. 

Though in this particular case, Obi-Wan has a distaste in using brute force to control beasts but will do so in extreme circumstances simply to save people from getting hurt and or the beast from getting hurt. This trait is mainly seen as a way for him to form a connection with individual creature, to understand and learn from them. Sometimes even befriending them along the way. This is purely because personality wise, his introverted nature gravitates towards valuing and appreciating the simple things in life.

While Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely introverted, he interacted with others well enough when he was a youngling, finding a connection with a creature or beast just brought comfort where nothing like it existed for him. Oftentimes he would spend time in the Temple gardens, away from the city sounds and observe some of the small wildlife that lived there. Working even in the agricultural corps every so often simply to be near living forms that weren’t other Jedi.

It seems natural that at the height of all this loss and all this devastation that Obi-Wan would seek out the kind of comforting companionship with an eopie. He doesn’t treat them just as a mount or a means to transport cargo. Since living as an exile means he has to really limit his contact with the outside world, his only real companions are the creatures that live on Tatooine. Their simple desire to live and be left alone resonates deeply in Obi-Wan the older he gets.

In total he's had two eopie's during his time on Tatooine, both from the same trader who probably knows who he is but doesn't care.

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Actress

Hello! Are you asking who I'm using as a face-claim for Darra? I hope so, because that's what I'll answer! :D

The avatar:

is from (I believe) an alternate cover for the Way of the Apprentice. That's a sliver of Anakin's head there next to Darra's.

The image in her About page:

is Sophie Turner, with some edits to make her look a bit more like Darra's supposed to, tweaks to hair and eye colors.

Thanks to... oh no! @tachiisms did you make that for me? Or did @bellassan? It's been long enough now I can't quite remember. I know it was one of you, though. So to whichever of you it was, thank you! And thanks also for the series of promo banners featuring Sophie as Darra that came with it!

Here's my favorite of those, mainly because of the quote :D

(The quote is: "If you say 'no stress,' I'll bite you." :D )

[jadedhand-moved-blog]

“Pain changes people.”

3 LITTLE WORDS… || starter pack (accepting) || @tachiisms

“ Don’t you … dare try to understand … ”

Mara turns fast. Blood from a wound flows down her forehead and into her eyes, bleeding through her vision to the transparent figure standing there. Her hand lays against her side, where a searing wound remains - slowly healing, slowly. Bacta will help in this, but first Mara must face the disapproval of her Master in regards to her near failure. This is damaging to her pride, undoubtedly to her mind, enough without having to see her standing there.

Wheezing breaths part from her as Mara treats her own wounds. She will lick clean what she can in what time she has before returning back, though she wishes the figure would turn away, leave her be.

“ You never tried be my mother before, why start now ? ” Mara hisses through clenched teeth, in both spite and pain. “ I can take care of myself. I did so, didn’t I ? ”

As if to prove her point, Mara kicks the bag holding the head of a now dead imposing political influence, strong enough to weasel his way through the Republic. A gift for the Emperor, as per his request, if only to prove her success. But she had underestimated the man and his men ... so much so she is certain of her Master’s -

“ Get out. I don’t want you here. I don’t need you ! ” Mara snarls, feeling her eyes begin to burn. The pain of her body and of her mind begins to intensify with each excruciating moment.

[hearwhisper]

“ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you again. ”

nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog (accepting ) || @tachiisms

There is an angered uncertainty residing deep within the chasm of Mara’s chest, which spreads to express visibly across her features. Her heart is pounding madly, as if to create a thudding echo with the hollow interior of herself, and she hears it unrelenting against her ears. Every instinct within her veins roars like an angry beast for her to pick her saber back up, to drive it through Siri Tachi’s own heart, to stop it for good. Kill her, kill her, kill her. Siri Tachi should have died a long time ago. Why not kill her now ? The Emperor wants it.

Was THIS why the Emperor sent Mara to kill this Jedi ? Because he knew Tachi, in turn, could not kill her. It would arguably be an easy kill, if Mara could resist the ' lies ’ spewed by the traitorous Jedi’s lips. It would have been easy. It should have been easy. Mara should be feeling stinging success in this moment as Tachi lay dead at her feet.

Mara should be bringing Tachi’s saber back to the Emperor as a gift and proof of her death.

Yet Mara lay kneeling in the dirt, her saber a few feet from her person, and her body trembling. Moonlight gently embraces her figure, though the cold air retaliates by nipping at her skin. Tachi, however, stands before her shrouded by such light - an imposing figure as Mara feels so small in this moment - and her blonde braided hair flying with the wind.

Mara’s knuckles tremble as they dig into the soil.

She had been unable to kill Tachi. Threats made in vain were spewed from her lips. Attempts made. None successful.

Tachi deserves to die. She is a Jedi - the Jedi have no purpose anymore ... they’re parasites leeching off of the glory of the Emperor and all he has built. It is because of people like her that his reign is threatened.

But Mara resents her for far greater reasons than that.

Gravity is without question or mercy. It pulls with an unspeakable might. Mara had felt such a pull when she had drawn closer to Tachi, assuming it was a predatory instinct driving her to excitement. A predator drawn to its kill. But now, she realizes that pull was internal, burrowed and buried so deep within her that it ought to have died in its unfed state.

“ You don’t even know me, ” Mara manages, feeling her breath shake.

But I know you, Mara. Better than any other.

How very young and small Mara feels in this moment. Her anger seeps into her tone, into her demeanor, yet her youth is unmistakable. A young girl she is, despite being the Emperor’s apprentice and assassin - whose hands were already coated in the blood of innocents, whose conscience had been cleansed without question time after time.

She is suddenly all too aware of how heavy her shoulders feel, how her hands quiver, and the stinging in her eyes.

“ The Emperor chose me to be his apprentice. He saw potential ... in the unspoken doings of a Jedi’s fault, ” she says, willing away the warm wetness against her cheeks. “ He gave me a purpose. He gave me strength. ” 

At this, she pauses, as if to encourage these words in her own mind, to envelop herself in them. 

“ Did you even love me ? ”

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this is your friendly reminder that you're awesome, and I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!

!! I don’t know what I did to deserve this but?? Thank you so much!! Also P.S. yaaaaas girl to all your force-sensitive Finn posts it gave me life!!

[negociateur]

❛ ‘Cause I’m telling the truth, that makes me a bitch? ❜

☆╰ the breakfast club meme. ╯ @tachiisms ╰ accepting. ╯ ☆

“stop it, it’s NOT the truth, it’s not that bad!” ben’s hand came up, protectively touching over the beard that had been gradually growing. “you truly WOUND ME– i’m gonna go into that corner over there and just cry to myself, stroke the beard as comfort.” 

[oletherian-a]

“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”

   ❛ SIRI... ❜   he groaned,  feeling already frustrated that she would not accept his help.   he could see,  clear as day.  clear as the plains of tatooine that could stretch for miles,  that she was not  FINE.    obi-wan would kill him if he let siri continue on her own.   kriff,  he would never forgive  HIMSELF  if her condition got worst.  quickly,  large steps were taken to catch up with her,  before he wrapped an arm around her waist,  despite her protests and scooped her up into his arms,   hooking his arm under her legs to hold her up and close to his chest,  then continued to walk in the same path she once was.   trying to keep the smirk,  that desperately tried to grow across his face to a minimum.  if only obi-wan could see them now. 

   the less pressure she put on her leg,  the better.  it was basic med-training.  and though anakin never excelled in the topic,  nor cared much.  he still understood the basics.  WAR TAUGHT HIM MUCH. WAR TAUGHT HIM TO DO ANYTHING POSSIBLE TO KEEP HIS LOVED ONES ALIVE AND WELL.   ❛ i really don’t want you faintin’ on me, siri. ❜   sarcasm, to hide the constant deep fear that lingered within.   ❛ you will just have to suck it up and let me carry you.   AT LEAST  until i get you back to the ship.  get you patched up and ready to go for round two,  huh?   sound better? ❜

@tachiisms​   //   injured memes   //   accepting.

[exitiumparit]

❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ (satine)

@tachiisms || CA:TWS sentence starters || accepting

           “Don’t you have a lightsaber to swing on an unjust battlefield, Master Tachi?”

[mollitiama-blog]

“ name one hero who was happy. “

           ❛      BILLY  BATSON,  THE  KID  who  yelled  shazam  and  then  became  a  straight  up  hero.  i  don’t  think  i’ve  seen  any  sad  comics  about  him,  because  he  was  a  silver  age  kid  who  yelled  a  magic  word,  became  a ��superhero,  and  got  to  pal  around  with  superman.  he  was  definitely  happy.       ❜

@tachiisms​ // the song of achilles meme

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“   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ”

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / ACCEPTING

Obi-Wan remembered quite clearly what life was like days after Qui-Gon's funeral, he remembered how difficult it was to quell the feelings that wanted nothing more than to rise to the surface and brim over. But he also remembered his Master's teachings – the look on Qui-Gon's face when he died – no , he would remain strong and steady because right now at this moment there was more depending on him. Anakin was depending on him.

❛ It's okay, I'm here. I'll always be here. ❜ @tachiisms spoke clearly in the empty cargo hold. Curled in a small corner near some goods being transported to Coruscant, Obi-Wan waited until the last possible moment before calling Siri – when all the masters had retired and finally leaving the newly knighted jedi to his own devices. A shiver crawled over his skin despite being wrapped in his thick brown cloak, his legs were brought close to his chest as his hand held tight to the comlink that was still active.

A long shaky breath escaped him before he replied, ❛ I know you will, I just can't believe he's gone. ❜ It had been a long time since he last spoke with her and this time around it felt as though no time had passed at all. She listened, as she always did and offered advice and comfort. Though this time it felt different, they were different. ❛ I am going to need your help when we get back ... I've no idea were to begin with a Padawan. ❜

[owncreator-archive]

SHIPPING INFO !! ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?: ATLA/KOL: katara x aang, katara x zuko , kora x asami DC: diana x bruce, diana x steve trevor, diana x thor, diana x steve rogers, diana x zatanna, kori x dick, kori x donna magicians: margo x alice, margo x julia marvel: fosterson tsc: malec, sizzy, kieran x mark x cristina star wars: anidala tvd: stebekah, dabekah, marcel x rebekah, forwood, steroline, adaw: diana x matthew, outlander: claire x jamie

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: I want to write the entire shebang, the good the bad and the ugly. I love writing me some fluff, but I can very easily become burnt out on fluff. I want it to feel real.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: so let’s exclude the immortal characters cause that just makes it unnecessarily complicated cause OOF but i’d say once we’re hitting a decade it’s yikes for me (this is specifically with my characters that are adults otherwise lol 3 yrs is yikes when ur a minor)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Typically, no I am not. Can I be? Yes. Sometimes I’ll be open to it, but I need to do a slow build with it so I can get a better feel for it.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?: Once clothes start coming off, but I’m typically out by the time foreplay is done cause I get squick.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?: on my other blog @arghunt​, @xresistance​ got me shipping jace x allison hard but that’s like as far out of genuine crossovers as I get rn bc I’m shit at thinking of crossovers that don’t have a closer tie (like dc x marvel i dont really see as a crossover and tw/tvd/spn have been grouped together for years)

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Not really altho sometimes I’m dense af

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Ship more or less. I get burnt out writing romantic ships exclusively and I tend to run from my blog when that happens. Friendships are important af.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yes.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Marvel: Winterbones. TSC: Jon/Alec. SW: DarkPilot.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Shoot me a message, shoot me a meme, throw me a starter.

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ANSWER TWENTY ONE QUESTIONS , TAG  TWENTY ONE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

1) nickname:    bri 2) real name:    brianna 3) zodiac:    scorpio 4) height:    5′5” 5) what time is it?:    3:12pm 6) favorite musicians/groups:   frightened rabbit, laura marling, billie eilish, panic! 7) favorite sports team:    sorry i’m gay 8) other blogs:      @acertainfemininemystique​ @calledelio​ @fvckingmagic​ 9) do i get asks?: ehhhhh sometimes??? 10) how many blogs do i follow?:  473 11) any tumblr crushes?:    @tachiisms​ tbh. just cause she’s bae and i love her 12) lucky number:  sorry i’m gay i don’t look at numbers 13) what am i wearing rn?:  .... okay i know i said i’m gay for sports, but i am wearing a detroit lions shirt, but it was a gag gift i swear 14) dream vacation:    idk man everywhere. india. backpacking. drinking tour in germany. 15) dream car:    okay lowkey omaze had this giveaway where they had a 1969 vw bug, cream and red, and fully restored to be a tesla engine and when i say my mouth watered.... 16) favorite food:  steak! 17) drink of choice:    alcoholic? gin and tonic usually. or a washington apple. 18) languages:  english and asl 19) instruments:    i have no rhythm so. 20) celebrity crushes?:   tom hiddleson, gillian anderson, gwendolyn christie, summer bishil. idk man so many. girls are pretty. 21) random fact:    i just made an edits blog and tbh part of me wants to change my mystique url to it

tagged by: @kveljast​ tagged me as their crush so i stole it <3

i’m tagging:     @lcgcndxry​ @thirtnth​ @tailtucked​ @failedhero​ @jedisclo​

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ANSWER 21 QUESTIONS

nickname:  quinn real name: information needs to be unlocked ! zodiac: virgo height: 5′4″ what time is it?: 3:46 pm favorite musician/group: currently ski mask the slump god and nf, also dax and onefour and hp boyz favorite sports team: port adelaide power (afl) other blogs: none atm besides my personal but soon my moon knight blog do i get asks?: sure what an odd question how many blogs do I follow?: 214,,, too many for me currently tbh any tumblr crushes?: @senatis bc they have been with me since the beginning and have never stopped supporting me i lov ,,, also @oftwileks​ and @montrals​ bc... i have crushes on pretty alien girls.... lucky number: idk but i like the number 19 what am i wearing right now?: nrl jersey bc its hot dream vacation: new zealand bc that’s where my s/o is from n he misses it a lot so it’d be nice to go back to his hometown but also all the places he hasn’t seen before, like on a cruise or some boomer thing like that. or samoa bc that's his nationality and it'd be cool to explore that! dream car: the car i have,, i love it sm. mazda 3 sports luxury in red !! bc red cars go faster favorite food: sushi and hazelnut m&ms drink of choice: ginger, lemon or chamomile tea languages: english, tagalog and [very rusty] french instruments: none but i tried guitar once and it made my fingers hurt idk how ppl do it celebrity crushes?: o boy. VERA FARMIGA !! i fall in love with her in every role she has. hayley atwell, sebastian stan, naomi scott, jessica lucas, nathalie emmanuel, zoe kravitz, lucy boynton, katheryn winnick, natalie portman.............. i could go on random fact: i am lactose intolerant lets gooo

TAGGED:  @enmityborne @tachiisms TAGGING: @unsith​ @wingresistance​ @lightabandoned​ @slysuns​ @senatis​ @nvboos​ @nabxrrie​ @orphicdawn​ @oftwileks​ @montrals​ @mandoalor​ @sunsabered​ @bllakcat​ @tekarta​ @awakenedrey​ @joinedlight​ @heartsabered 

[hearwhisper]

“NO!”

Send “NO!” to find my muse dying on the battlefield (accepting) || @tachiisms

Send “NO! reversed” for my muse to find your dying muse

     You will kill Siri Tachi.

     Mara’s heart hammers wildly within her, as rapid as the engine of a Star Destroyer. Her mind reels, echoes of voices since forgotten resounding in unrelenting anguish within her. Flashes of memories since suppressed flicker through her vision, as sporadic and burning as a fire. It is all Mara can do to remain standing, though even now her legs shake beneath her. I must kill Siri Tachi, she thinks, mirroring the voice of her Master. I must kill Siri Tachi. I must kill Siri Tachi. I must kill Siri Tachi.

     A traitor to the Empire. Tachi should have died in the execution of Order 66. She should have died before. Yet by some steel will, she has survived, enduring the galaxy and all the Emperor has thrust to her. She should have died. She should have died. Why didn’t she die then ? Why must her life be in Mara’s hands now ? Why?  But I must kill her, Mara thinks, with a horrible desperation, as if to coax herself into this damning fact.

     She left you, Mara. Gave you away. YOU MEANT NOTHING.

     How very like your mother you are, a new voice echoes, this one warmer, and accompanied by the memory of the brightest blue eyes Mara had ever seen. A warm hand to her chubby cheek, as her little hands played with a doll. How like your father.

     Be damned these memories and these words. Be damned how Mara feels her eyes slowly start to water. A terrible ache between her eyes threatens to rip through her, traveling through her bones until they shatter, and she crumbles like a broken doll to the ground.

     She left you, Mara. Do it. KILL HER.

     This is why … this is why … he sent her. A cruel joke.

     You failed me once. Don’t do it again.

     Mara had been unable to kill Siri Tachi the first day, the second day … until days roved by, with empty promises following, threats to bring her straight to the Emperor and kill her in his presence. Yet Mara’s blade, blaster, hands, all had never once touched Tachi, in promise or murder or familial attachment. She could not bear it.

    Have you grown soft ?

     The shaking engulfs Mara in full. The resounding echo of blaster fire as the Stormtroopers to her back close in on the Rebels, on Tachi. It becomes all too real. She is supposed to lead them to victory, isn’t she ? This is her redemption. The Emperor gave her a second chance, even after she had failed purely out of her own damning confusion and heart ache. Perhaps he’ll send Lord Vader to collect me if I fail, if I succeed, Mara thinks, gripping her violet lightsaber like a vice. She can feel the Rebels draw their weapons, fighting back - hitting the ground, dead, as her Stormtroopers advance. Maybe he’ll make me watch as he kills her. Maybe he’ll make me do it. Maybe-

     YOU WILL KILL SIRI TACHI !

    “ Please ! ”

     This is no battle cry. The shout is mangled from her throat, forced out by the brutish pain stripping her bare until there is only bone. Is it a plea for mercy ? A plea for strength ? She is uncertain. And she is angry at herself for it.

     The blaster fire clears through their corner of the world. Her violat saber effortlessly deflects the fire from the Rebels. Her legs carry her with a feral swiftness. Sinking back into a predatory state, Mara finds herself leaning on what she knows. Her movements are graceful, such as a dancer, but the song she moves to is one of battle cries and death. She will prove herself. She will redeem herself. She will -

     She feels Siri Tachi.

     In a swift twirl, Mara locks eyes with the Jedi, the traitor. Her heart hammers in full now, roaring so greatly she can no longer collect her own thoughts. Even the Emperor’s voice becomes muddled as a series of resounding whispers carry themselves to her senses.

 “ - like your father - ”

     A warm hand touching her own as she eats a sweet meal.

“ - one day I will teach you the saber - ”

     A confident smile thrown over the woman’s shoulder, before she departs.

   “ - you can’t have her - ”

     Shaky strength, keeping her shielded.

     “ - hide - ”

     Blaster fire.

     “ - I will find you - ”

     A shout, an empty promise, before a body falls.

     And then a face, blurry and uncertain, but a face … not loving or doting, but certain in a choice. A decision made to keep her safe, one to solidify that she would be protected - loved, even … not by the uncertain’s own affections, no, but by others. All at once, the face caves to that of the Emperor’s satisfied smile, so sickly and cold.

     Mara can only stand there, staring at Tachi. So enveloped within her own thoughts and aches she scarcely acknowledges the grenade thrown in her direction. A mere second clocks by, before herself and several Stormtroopers are thrown through the air in a bloodied boom. She soars through the open air, knowing nothing save for the pain in her bones, even before she hits the ground. Her mind is still reeling, the disjointed voices subduing now -

     A real voice speaks to her, though Mara can scarcely hear over the dull ringing in her ears. Her eyes slowly open to a face, blurry, but a face. Arms wrap around her in a way she has never known before. It hurts, it burns, even, but there is something so familiar and welcoming Mara can scarcely regard the pain.

     The world is a blur, no longer sharp and crisp. But her bones feel very much sharp against her, her skin very much crisp. Bright red hair singed, face burned and green eyes bloodshot.

     She coughs something warm and rusty.

 “ D -… ” her voice is shaky. It hurts to breathe. “ Do -… don’t l-l-let go … ”

     Her body is shaking with pain, twitching as it slowly shuts down. Mara can feel it now. It grips her like a vice, as she gripped her saber. Where is her weapon now ? Does it even matter … does it even matter what death will look like ? Mara lets out another shaky breath. So young she has claimed many lives for the Emperor. What will it look like when her own life is claimed ? The thought terrifies her. So young.

     For a fleeting moment, Mara wishes she had run away with Tachi, instead of leaving.

     She tries to grab the uncertain’s arm. “ P-pl … please, d-don … ”

[tractatis]

ANSWER 21 QUESTIONS  (repost, don’t reblog!) :

nickname:  nat, n, tal, etc. real name: natalie  zodiac: libra height: 5′8″ what time is it?: 3.28pm est favorite musician/group: according to spotify it’s bastille and hozier which... checks out favorite sports team: tragically i am a leafs fan other blogs: SO MANY..... i have poe at @gotcompany and a multi with rose and cara d at @pluresque as my primary ones right now do i get asks?: often when i reblog memes but otherwise not very much!! how many blogs do I follow?: i don’t do these kinds of questions any tumblr crushes?: @bcywonder and @mcckings, mine wives lucky number: the ones i choose are 7, 13, 21. what am i wearing right now?: giant grey sweatshirt that says ‘best kind’, leggings, big ol chapters reading socks dream vacation: right now is probably vienna at christmastime dream car: i don’t drive and i don’t want to drive so No Thank! favorite food: lobster and bread of any kind drink of choice: uhhh non-alcoholic is literally just water, alcoholic is a gin & tonic languages: english, french, very rusty italian instruments: piano, saxophone, flute, ukulele,  briefly took up the accordion, and i also sing chorally celebrity crushes?: aisha hinds, john boyega, rachel mcadams, jennifer love hewitt, tyler hoechlin  random fact: one time i met ian mckellen and he told me off for not getting tickets to a broadway show he was in

TAGGED:  stole from @tachiisms TAGGING: you !!! just tag me :)

[negociateur]

“you have to let me go.”

☆╰ ( don’t ) let me go. ╯ @tachiisms ╰ not accepting. ╯ ☆

“since when have i ever done what you told me to do?” obi’s reaction was instant and instead of stepping away from her, he closed the space-- hands came up to reach for hers, DESPERATE to keep them closer.  “i’m NOT letting you go. i won’t. never again, okay? i’ve lost you before and it’s not happening again. please don’t leave me.”