#stormy weather in baran

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

~~~ a little flash fic, because i couldn't resist 🔥 ~~~

Make Tea Not War

For all that Ahsoka had fretted about sending him to meet this unknown contact in her place, Plo finds the energy of the restaurant to be rather comfortable. Calm and mellow in the force. He makes a noise of interest, drifting past the welcome desk and softly encouraging the staff to forget they had ever seen a kel dor here.

There's a corner table, one with small purple flowers in a glass vase. The secret sign he was to look for. Plo spots a party of one at the table, and an empty chair... presumably for himself. Or well, for little 'Soka, but hopefully he will suffice. She had enough on her hands with the Rebellion, and he wished dearly to help where he could.

Caustic yellow eyes meet his across the room, and it is only the grace of his years which keeps Plo's pace steady. That... is Darth Maul. The crimson skin and stark tattoos are rather unmistakable. He carries on walking up to the table, then bows politely.

"Sincere apologies, but your intended contact was not able to make this rendezvous. I humbly ask you accept my presence instead."

There is a brief delay, then the nightbrother hums softly. Unexpectedly softly, for one of his reputation.

"Sit. It matters not to me who is across this table, so long as their discretion is assured."

So, Plo sits.

"That, I can certainly guarantee," he promises.

Sith and jedi stare at each other across a table decorated by delicate flowers and complementary fruits, neither knowing where to start. After a moment, it is Plo who makes an attempt to bridge the gap.

"You look well. Your current lifestyle must suit you," he tries.

Maul gives him a bored look.

"If you please," he asks, "let us skip the pleasantries."

Plo coughs, to hide amusement. He is reminded of Mace's bluntness. "Of course, of course."

Maul leans forward, fingers lacing together over one knee.

"So," the other man drawls in a sharp coruscanti accent, "Your organization needs funding, and I am willing to contribute. Regularly. Significantly."

Plo had expected to meet a potential benefactor, but he was still surprised to hear the offer extended from this particular mouth.

"You... please forgive my surprise, but you of all people wish to help... my kind, and those who strive alongside us?"

It is not safe to say the words, but they both know what he means.

Maul looks at him for a long time, a chilly presence in the force. He reaches some kind of conclusion, and sighs, looking away.

"The enemy of my enemy is my ally."

Plo blinks twice, then smiles a little, a twitch pulling on his tusks.

"An old adage, but an apt one I think," Plo offers.

The nightbrother's brows pop briefly in agreement.

A waiter comes by, a polite and sweet voiced droid that takes their drink orders, and fills them within the span of minutes. It is a minor indulgence, but Plo requests a glass of wine. Something in short supply on the little base he lived on nowadays. He slips his mask off and on to take every sip, but it is worth the while. A sweet, dry red.

The nightbrother clears his throat, almost awkwardly, and asks a question Plo couldn't have predicted. "Tell me... have you heard any rumors if the Baran Do ways still thrive?"

The sages of Dorin? Now why would he care for such a thing? Still. Even asking was an olive branch all its own.

"I am sure the winds will always favor them," Plo replies cheerfully.

Maul seems to take a breath, and when he exhales he is lighter. In the metaphorical sense, of course.

Plo hums, tapping a talon on the stem of his wine. "You have an interest in their ways?"

Those yellow, bloodshot eyes glance at him, then away.

"Ahhh," he says, "every... tradition that can weather these stormy days is to be protected. A tsunami which leaves only devastation in its wake is not to anyone's benefit."

Surprise after surprise. Plo would not believe it out of the mouth of another, but if his aural canals do not deceive him... Darth Maul just named his own master anathema. Quite the tsunami he was.

Was it still Darth Maul, he wonders... or had the infamous nightbrother taken steps onto his own path.

The jedi master bows his head, appreciating the gift of information. A grain of precious truth, extended to a make-shift ally amid a famine. He can *feel* the discomfort of honesty in the force. Precious indeed.

"Just so," Plo agrees. "Tsunami are horribly destructive. It is important to evacuate anyone who falls in their path."

There was, in Plo's mind, no greater cause remaining than extending the underground network of The Path. Sneaking out force sensitive from Imperial controlled planets was what he lived for.

A case is withdrawn from the folds of stark black robes, and pushed over to his side of the table.

"Allow me to contribute to the evacuation fund, then," Maul says smoothly, sitting back to sip at his caf with cream. "So that fewer traditions are lost."

Plo doesn't hesitate to secret away the case, not pausing to look inside. However much it is, he is grateful for every credit.

"A worthy cause, I agree."

They sit for another half hour, only exchanging the briefest mutterings, nursing their drinks. The nightbrother claims the bill, pays, and refuses thanks.

"Do not thank me, je- hnn. No, do not thank me. Be here again in three months, at the same time, alone."

Without another word, the last person Plo had expected to meet today walks away, a dark wraith in the restaurant's sea of pastels. No one seems to notice him go by. Plo's exit a little while later is much the same, though with a little less black involved.

This is NOT a ship. I just wanted to draw this for what part of my brain demands recently: background design. So there you go, experiment on the husbands.

[indianhelp]

stormy weather in baran, rain lashes Pratapgarh and Mount Abu witnesses fog | बारां जिले में आंधी से उखड़े पेड़ उड़े टिन-टप्पर, प्रतापगढ़ में भी बरसे बादल तो माउंट आबू में छाया कोहरा

stormy weather in baran, rain lashes Pratapgarh and Mount Abu witnesses fog | बारां जिले में आंधी से उखड़े पेड़ उड़े टिन-टप्पर, प्रतापगढ़ में भी बरसे बादल तो माउंट आबू में छाया कोहरा

गुरुवार को भील��ाड़ा, बांसवाड़ा, बूंदी, चित्तौड़गढ़, डूंगरपुर सहित 15 जिलों में बारिश तथा 40 किमी प्रति घंटा की रफ्तार से हवाएं चलने की चेतावनी

IndiaQue

Jun 10, 2020, 05:00 PM IST

जयपुर. जयपुर।प्रदेश में प्री मानसून की बरसात का दौर जारी है। बुधवार को बारां तथा प्रतापगढ़ जिले में बारिश हुई। वहीं सिरोही जिले के माउंट आबू में बुधवार को कोहरा छा गया। तापमान में गिरावट आने से उमस और गर्मी से राहत मिली।…

[docsharifa]

It’s not really what I dreamed of.

I dream of a fresh bouquet of flowers.

I dream of art dates and amusement dates.

I dream of innocent and spontaneous acts that makes my heart giggle.

I dream of staring into a sunset and sunrise with someone. 

I guess these dreams will still exist as one. I remember I always tell my friends, “Bang aku makatunang, kabaan ku isurprise niya aku ha ospital byaan bang aku duty. Surprise niya aku sin unu2 na. Bakun niya aku bang ako graveyard shift, in siya ubus daing ha unu2 na hinang niya, ubus niya mamaid kanda inah and amah. Humapit kami drivethru atawa bibinihan niya na aku asal kakaun kasi kaingatan niya mahapus in babe niya. Dahun niya aku manaw amun biglaan na lang na, ‘pagsakap kaw, dahun ta kaw manaw mari pa place ini, kumaun kita, namiss ta kaw,’ misan yari da kami nagsusuuk kasi busy aku ha work ku monday to friday. Amun usug sibuh in playlist nyu, amun natutug na kaw ha passenger seat, ibutang nya in jacket nya kaymu. Dahun kaw magroadtrip every weekend, misan hawnu na abutun sin kami duwa.” I remember every details, spoke of it as if they were real. Imagine it too as real. 

Sadly, they were too good to be real. Felt it only exist in those perfect movies.

It makes me sad na I couldn’t live these scenarios. It makes me sad that what I’m totally experiencing with him is different and the opposite. Guess I have to understand and clearly have more patience. He is living his dream and I knew, we both knew our priorities and aspirations in life while here I am still waiting for my turn. I love him, of course, but sometimes you get to drown in these kind of thoughts and all you need is a little assurance that everything will be okay sooner or later.

Maybe I’m just in a raft boat on slow waters, itching to speed the way to these kind of moments. Gosh I blame this influence from the romcom/rom movies I religiously watched and cried to sleep of how wonderful and sweet the endings always are. With hopes that it could happen to me (because of the shits I experienced in love before). 

Maybe I’m just in a rush to feel the overwhelming love. Maybe I just have to grow up. I have to grow up that everything does not go the way you wanted to and you planned to be. I have to grow up that being in a relationship is not rainbows and butterflies--It is cold waters, stormy weather, cloudy skies and warmth of sun. A mixed of those similes. 

But I don’t have any regrets in choosing him. We are a day away from our 3rd month of being together but miles apart and I am happy despite of those dreams, hashtag #relationshipGoals, are being washed out slowly. And at the same time sad cause it’s another month of spending it alone. 

I guess this will be worth it. I hope so. I will just hold on and keep my Inah’s words, “Ayaw sadja lasaha tuuran kasi di niyu pa kaingatan in suratan. Magtrust kaw? Go. Dihilan in 100% trust mu. Bang siya magdupang dupang, fault niya, way malawa kaymu. Ayaw sdja kaw magdihil sin lasa mu bang bukun mu pa siya bana. Kasi bang dihil mu in lasa mu katan, way makapin pa baran mu. Ikaw in lugi. Bihadtu sdja indah, asal in usug bihayan, subay yari always katu in control. Bang dih magchat, bahala na maun. Bang isab magcommunicate, go. Balance lang indah.” 

Yes, mom.