WE USED TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL.
in which commander anaya ruadri is forced to work
commander poe dameron.
star wars, sequel trilogy
pre-episode vii, episode vix
poe dameron, fem! oc
-emerxlds ;༊
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WE USED TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL !
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THE AETHERA ALWAYS DID LIKE TO PREACH PEACE. But, then again, the Aethera were perhaps the greatest hypocrites that the galaxy had ever seen. Though they called for balance, they themselves had always found the light so much more gorgeous and stunning than the dark. In its golden warmth they lay, safe and secure in their paradise of the Enthae while the galaxy starves and suffers under the icy grip of the darkness. Unflinching is the darkness, always one to strangle the shimmer of the light, but never can they snuff it out for good. It always comes back, like the suns over Tatooine or the stars over the light-planet of Coruscant. Though the clouds dampen it and hinder its path overhead, the light always is able to slip several rays through the darkness above. Or, at least, it always was able to.
ANAYA RUADRI ONCE KNEW PEACE. But now, that is gone. Her insides are at constant war with one another, fighting between the two sides of her mind. Whispers call to her from afar, but others come from inside her own head. Though she rebels against the coming of the blackness that poses the darkest threat, her own head rebels against her heart. Though, she knows, it is nothing but payment for what she has done. It is far behind her, but only in years. The huntress that lies within her memories comes upon her when she sleeps, cutting through her dreams and forcing them into nightmares. Never once has there been a moment of peaceful rest since the moment she sees in her memories. Flashes of smoke extinguishing gold until there was no way to see the sun above through the thick clouds of ash, not to mention the stains of red decorating the once crystal-blue waters from the piles of dead that were never mourned, for the mourners lay beside them. Entire families dead in an instant, but now those scenes are only in her brain to keep her awake forevermore.
