#ft. meetra surik

[cravked]

@mvchinery​   //   meetra surik.

despite their many vehement attempts to voice a particular dislike for children, what had once been their sanctuary away from the rest of the galaxy, and more importantly away from the jedi, empire, and republic... now had a dozen orphaned jedi running amuck. what somehow felt worse was that they all seemed to like her. it made it that much more difficult to put on the bitter facade. it did make her happy, to feel like she had a purpose, like she belonged. she just didn’t want to go around admitting it to anyone. cal had said that he trusted meetra, but... the other still made them uneasy.

but out of nowhere, their stomach dropped, suddenly sickened as a heaviness filled the air. hairs on the back of her neck stood up. something painful was happening, something horrific and tragic, something massive. trilla ground their molars together, gaze drifting to the younglings, seemingly unaware. happy. “something’s happened.”

[finitefm]

CLOSED   for   @mvchinery​​​​​​   ft.   MEETRA   SURIK.

his   force   bonds   were   terribly   empty.   he   let   the   wounds   stay   open,   hoping   that   he   would   catch   a   bare   hint   of   signal   from   anyone   from   his   time   --   but   even   the   durasteel   that   had   once   been   his   bond   with   meetra   had   not   survived   the   travel.  

when   he   spotted   a   familiar   wave   of   black   hair   in   the   crowd,   he   felt   no   spark   in   the   force,   had   no   real   way   of   confirming   that   it   really   WAS   her.   he   could   very   well   be   flagging   a   stranger   down,   but   what   else   could   he   do   ?   let   her   walk   away   ?  

❛   surik,   ❜   he   called   loudly,   chasing   after   her.   ❛   surik   !   ❜   there   was   a   curious   blend   of   hope   and   fear   in   his   chest,   pure   UNCERTAINTY.

[fearlessenator]

@mvchinery​   //   meetra surik.

there was a happiness flowing through her that padmé had not felt in a long time –– she had been excited for this event since its planning had begun, hoping that it might relieve some of the stress that the new republic was fading. still, she hadn’t anticipated it to be this strong of a euphoria. she was also selfishly quite glad to run into meetra again ( and moderately inspired to bid on a resort vacation for her and ahsoka, regardless of the hesitations ahsoka had expressed to her previously ). “you know, i can see why she likes you so much.”

[finitefm]

CLOSED   for   @mvchinery​​   for   MEETRA   SURIK

malak   looked   up   at   the   display.   the   mandalorian   sarcophagus   stood   tall   with   beskar   accents   gleaming,   weapons   carefully   arrayed.   his   stomach   TWISTED.   he   had   no   love   for   mandalorians.   after   all   the   neocrusaders   had   taken   from   him   he   would   not   grieve   to   see   one   of   them   dead.   but   this   was   ...   ❛   it   is   certainly   something,   ❜   he   said   to   meetra   in   a   low   tone,   almost   TRANSFIXED.  

[cravked]

@mvchinery​   //   meetra surik.

she had stopped wearing the helmet. the empire was on its last legs, and there was no real watch over her and what she did –– the inquisitors were a dying brand, disappearing off it seemed. no sign of the grand inquisitor. third sister was present, but the other held no power, nothing over her. she stayed dressed and armed the same, could see the looks that passerbyers gave her with the assumed association, but she walked the streets of coruscant without any real purpose. whims were the only thing that she followed now.

and this... this thing was one of them.

it was a dead void, an utter absence of the force unlike anything that she had ever felt before. not squandered or crushed by the darkness like her own light had been, but just hindering, overwhelmingly empty. even with tightness in her throat, trilla approached the... human woman, apparently. utterly ordinary. “what happened to you?” she had never been known for being anything other than direct.

[finitefm]

“I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions.“ --- meetra & malak

❛   i   do   not   ask   you   to,   meetra.   one   of   these   days,   you   will   have   to   let   me   make   my   OWN   choices   and   live   with   them.   i   am   not   a   child.   ❜

[finitefm]

“I do believe they think I am some kind of god.” - meetra to malak

malak   snorts   with   quiet   laughter   --   amused   expression   quickly   dropping   when   he   sees   the   look   on   meetra's   face.   ❛   you   HAVE   to   be   joking.   ❜

[finitefm]

from meetra, to malak : ❛  i crossed my heart as you crossed the line .  ❜ 

he   listens   to   meetra   recount   their   story   with   his   jaw   set,   trying   not   to   crack   under   the   weight   of   her   words.   it   is   one   thing   to   predict   your   own   fall   to   the   dark   --   it   is   entirely   another   to   hear   your   friend   list   the   details   of   what   happened.   he   does   not   look   as   STRONG   as   he   would   like   to.   he   wants   to   apologize   when   she   stops   speaking,   but   he   cannot.   he   reaches   out   and   takes   her   hand,   silent.