Their names scatter across The Holonet - - and although the war seems dreadful and long; and murmurs of loss and defeat trickles across the stars. It is only two names, two Jedi - - that bring a sense of calm to the people of The Republic.
Their names scatter across The Holonet - - and although the war seems dreadful and long; and murmurs of loss and defeat trickles across the stars. It is only two names, two Jedi - - that bring a sense of calm to the people of The Republic.
A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸
A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 26. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship. fc: Sikozu from Farscape
A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸
A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 26. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship. fc: Sikozu from Farscape
Said, maybe too sincerely for Jedi. But now, with months, perhaps even a 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 into the war - - the two had become more than just Jedi companions.
Anyways, he’s adding pain and touch receptors to its core wiring system.
Anyways, he’s adding pain and touch receptors to its core wiring system.
So, hm…I shall write something up that leads him into that
So, hm…I shall write something up that leads him into that
Said, maybe too sincerely for Jedi. But now, with months, perhaps even a 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 into the war - - the two had become more than just Jedi companions.
Said, maybe too sincerely for Jedi. But now, with months, perhaps even a 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 into the war - - the two had become more than just Jedi companions.
I don’t judge.
I don’t judge.
He walks the gardens that sway gentle with the coming winter breeze. Coruscant’s weather hardly changed —- but you could tell with the gentle pitch of it winds, that summer was ending.
He walks the gardens that sway gentle with the coming winter breeze. Coruscant’s weather hardly changed —- but you could tell with the gentle pitch of it winds, that summer was ending.