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Why do you always have to bring me down? After everything we’ve been through! I saved your life... that one time... with the cars... that could transform... and the explosions... that has more than meets the eye... remember! 

Yes. Always. So many sparks. I know that if I wasn’t married, you’d be all over me. You’ll find someone one day, Lukie, don’t worry. 

Five is a very serious underexaggeration. Pretty sure you’re running total is fifty-something. That’s kind of pathetic, Kenobi. What kind of grown man let’s his wife control him with simply withholding sex? The guys at the lab would have a field day if they ever found out.

No. Never. No sparks. No band camp. No one time. Shut up Bash, just shut up. 

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Quicker than expected a student approaches him. There goes his afternoon of unsupervised fun. The Force! He shuts his lightsaber away in a disappointed sigh and tucks it onto a belt buckle before turning his full attention to the smiling teenager before him. “Lightsaber” He corrects, his smile proud and stupid “Not a glow stick. A glow stick wouldn’t be able to slice a man in half unlike this baby” 

“The dorms?” He repeats, looking out at the school and only now realising what exactly was happening around him. There are people flying, people running, grass growing and fire as far as he can see. “Yeah, yeah, of course?” Sebastian begins to move forward, shock and in awe at the situation before him. He guesses he wasn’t the only person that was beginning to feel his powers. 

As he continues to walk half a step ahead of the student, he has to constantly blink his eyes, just to be sure that he wasn’t seeing things. What happened? “What grade did you say you were?” Turning to ask the student, he notices that he actually doesn’t know where he was going. 

(...)

He approaches the man, disregarding the fact that he looks like he could jump into any fight at any moment. “Um, excuse me?” Lukas grins. “Is it okay if you direct me to where the dorms could be? That’d be awesome.” He pauses. “Also, nice glow stick, never seen anything like that before.”

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Like a scene out of a movie, Sebastian Kenobi is storming down the road, jacket only half on, socks mismatched, hair completely disheveled. He had spent the previous night trying to find liquid courage at the bottom of a bottle of Patron and he instantly regrets it when he can feel the alcohol at the pit of his stomach. Lucas was right, he shouldn’t have been drinking. 

An untied shoelace gets caught under his foot, heavy padded stumbling then causes him to fall to the ground. His hands try to break his fall but his face lands on the asphalt, bruising him. It takes him another moment but, eventually, he makes it to the cafe though he was a sight for sore eyes. He was wearing his outfit proper, at least, but his hair was still a mess and his chin was bleeding (at least he thinks it is, he’s too scared to check). This could prove to be the most important meeting of his life and he looks like he just got out of a fist fight. 

Sebastian stands, awkwardly, at the side of the table. The waiter was gone now and the two are alone. He stares at his wife, at the tiniest reminder of their fight, and his mind goes into radio silence. He didn’t know what to do. He was used to taking her into his arms, lifting her into a hug so tight, just holding her. Still silent, he sits opposite her, the stare unbroken. After a moment, he can’t take anymore, he orders himself a latte and waits. Just sits and waits. 

∗* edge of glory

(...)

she looks up, taken from her trance, and nods. “coffee, please–” she was told to watch her caffeine intake, by a woman that might have been her mother, she isn’t sure, neither is her father, and that made her not care much for the advice. johnny tells her that she rest as much as possible and she finds herself too tired to argue with her father anymore, “–actually, can you just make it a lemonade? i’m watching my caffeine intake” 

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Song Jaerim for Discovery Expedition

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The Force! There were no other two words he wanted to say. The Force! If someone could read his mind, he knows they would think he was insane. That this normally quiet teacher, who kept to himself except for his wife and best friend, was so obsessed with a power that wasn’t completely understood by the world. A power that, for so long, was out of reach because of magic that kept the school safe. 

But no more! The Force! Home on Tatooine, his father would struggle to explain what the power meant, merely told him to be careful and selective with it’s use. Even to Francesca, Sebastian didn’t know what to really say about it. It was something that only a Jedi could describe. 

He stands outside his assigned teacher’s dorm, lightsaber in hand (blue, like his fathers) wielding the weapon in a fight that was happening only in his head. His wife would punish him, confiscate it as if he were a student, if she saw him. Injuring students was a risk she would always refuse to take so he was going to use every opportunity until then. He can feel The Force through his fingertips, so much so that even holding his familiar lightsaber felt different. Almost as if he was at home. At Tatooine.

An excited Jedi was all that he was but a giddy child was all that he appeared to be.

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The Force. The Force? The Force! Like a change in step Sebastian could feel the change through his veins. His father could never explain what The Force really was and, in turn, neither could Sebastian. He would call it complicated when Francesca asked -- it really was. Wrapped in a loss shirt, the excitement was enough to warm him, he has a bounce in his step when he leaves the dorm. His arm extends before his torso and focuses his energy, easily, into lifting a potted plant before tossing it, even easier, into a brick wall. It crumbles to the sound of his glee filled laugh. The Force! Continuing on, where he was going did not matter to him, another body forces his attention. Tall male, bridged nose, fixated chin, teddy bear eyes, curly hair. He had never seen a student like this and he’s sure he would remember them. “A princess?” The student had to be drunk. He heaves a deep sigh, his fun never lasted long, and he cocks his head to the side. “Come on, you’re obviously not altogether there. Let’s take you to the office and see what’s going on” 

(* she wakes from her afternoon nap feeling different. she isn’t sure how to describe it. it’s just… different. shuffles from her bed, towards her closet, taking out her cardigan only to find that it was too short for her arms. hairy arms. arms that don’t look like her arms. slowly she inspects herself, her skirt seems to fit weird over longer legs, shirt barely covering a solid torso and her boobs, though already nonexistent, were even more non existent. if that was possible. shudders towards the bathroom mirror where she is met with a frightening revelation ) what in the world– (* instead of being scared, or concerned, she’s mostly curious. if she had this face, did she also have… hands wander down and her smile can only be described as goofy with what she finds. first dick she sees in her life and it just happens to, technically, be her own. fingers continue to press into herself, arms, legs, face, chin. she couldnt be the only one to see her like this, right? ) –i have to–i have to see if– (* reaches for another, longer, jacket and changes into jeans and a shirt before venturing onto the campus, eager to see just how much she can play up this new change. ) hi–hi–um–what do you see? do you see a princess or? (* her voice is eager, urgent, as she stops the stranger to ask them if they see what she sees )

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Two, three, maybe five. I’ve lost track. You’re one to talk Howlett! At least I’m married; at least I have another living, breathing, human being in my life other than my incredibly attractive bestfriend. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t feel the sparks. Remember? That one time? At band camp? 

One time? Bullshit. Bull to the shit, Kenobi. I’ve eaten, I’m still breathing and I’m not dead. Now what else do you want? I feel the need to remind you, again, as I do every few days, that I have a penis. No underlying homoerotic feelings here. Sorry bub. 

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ooc; about the event

Sebastian finally has The Force back! He probably will just spend the entire event just geeking the fuck over his old jedi ways since he had to give it up coming back to Elias. The Force, lightsabers, guns, all that stuff. Might even be more likely to show students the weapons now. If you guys want to plot something with that just send me a message! 

Charles won’t be participating in the event. He’ll have his hands tied up trying to control Dalena’s speed, punching Olivier and stopping Eloise from sticking her dick into someone. 

I doubt I'll be putting off any pre-event threads, we'll see how it goes!

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This had to be a joke. There was no way that this was real. In any life, any universe, any situation, he would have never anticipated something like this. When they got married he knew that there was no one else, ever, that he would want to bother spending the rest of his life with. Was this a test? To see how much she can push him until he bends to her will? Or maybe it was a joke? So she can laugh at his reaction? He couldn’t think of any other reason behind it.

Once again he turns away from her, pacing towards the window and glancing out into the night. His eyes scatter the stars above them until and he whispers an angry “fine”  

He spins around quickly, taking two steps until he’s past her and by the door. “Fine!” He repeats, “if that’s what you really want! Hey, since we’re throwing our whole lives away--you know, TWELVE YEARS TOGETHER--how about I do you the honor of removing myself from your life. If you need me I’ll be with Lucas” With a final glare he knocks a vase onto the floor and disappears into the night, furious with not only her but with himself.

∗* lightless

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Holding out a pinky to the excited princess, he offers the promise. “On the day you turn eighteen, when the clock strikes midnight, a lightsaber will be yours.” He would be rolling his eyes if he wasn’t preoccupied with laughing at the insane offer, “Only for a few hours! Your father will probably want me jailed if you hurt yourself” 

He had her stumped. Eloise had always thought she was good at getting around the rules, finding exceptions and loopholes to get what she wanted but he was right. Strict laws forbid anyone under the age of Eighteen to legally hold a weapon. “You’re right,” she sighs in defeat, “You promise? When I’m eighteen I get a lightsaber? Promise!”

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(requested) Don’t get hurt, clothes.

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One time! That was one time! Is it really that bad for me to want to check up on you - make sure you’ve eaten, you’re still breathing, you aren’t dead yet, etc, etc? 

You aren’t funny. What do you want Bash? Is Frankie withholding sex from you again? Is that why you’re bugging me?

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“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough: I will not be trading you a lightsaber for your brother. There are strict weapon rules within Monaco and as far as I know, you aren’t even old enough to be in possession of one” Lowering his hands to sit back into his pocket, he laughs, “Maybe in a few years, Miss. Charming”

“Well, yes, of course. But it’s not as if you’ll be keeping him forever” She begins to reason, circling excuses for her earlier behaviour, “Only for a few hours, maybe a day at the most. At the end I will return your weapon and you will return my brother. Simple as that, no?”

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I mean you are. Aren’t you? 

You make me sound like the product of some Sith overlord. 

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Sebastian likes to think he’s patient. A testament, in a way, to his deceased father and the old jedi ways. His resolve was a fortress, wall upon wall of unbreakable of tolerance and composure. Yet he can feel his attention waning and the anger become more obvious.

As she lets go of him again his fingers curl around themselves, his arms folding over his chest, too. She was being so unreasonable. Why couldn’t she just see it from his perspective? Why couldn’t she understand. It wasn’t that hard; he didnt want their child to face the fate that she had or, worse, the fate he had. No one deserved that. His mind tries to stop the thought that creeps it’s way forward.

“Say it...” he says suddenly, his tone suddenly losing all it’s previous sympathy, “say it Francesca, I know you want to. Better yet: let’s call your father and tell him ourselves. He’ll love to hear that little jedi boy and his darling princess couldn’t make it work. Go, Francesca, if that’s what you really want” 

∗* lightless

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Song Jae Rim for CeCi ♥

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eloisecharming:

“I don’t think you understand. He’s going to be king one day. I’m sure that has to be worth something in return of a measly lightsaber.”

“You do realise what you’re suggest is akin to kidnapping and human trafficking?” He sighs into his palm, as his fingers massage his forehead “I would rather not be arrested for treason in return of a so-called measly lightsaber”