#it gets worse

[whump-queen]

I’m completely obsessed with like, whumpee forced to stand at attention, forced to hold a position for inspection. whumper grabbing their face, tilting their chin, trailing fingers down their torso, circling them slowly, growling in their ear—

#it gets worse #whump prompt #akia.txt #inspection tropes #my beloved #creepy/intimate whumper #look I don’t claim these tags as gender but #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #the vibes? immaculate #inspection whump #stand at attention

[cloudninetonine]

"And well, you know, I really had to start swinging-"

Camp had been relatively quiet when you had first left with Warriors, gathering fire wood from nearby while chatting to pass the time for the small activity as the rest of the group set up for the night. It had been a calmer day, no monsters, only walking and even so you were ready to sleep.

Well, you had been- until you had made it to camp.

Brown hair, blue eyes and an outfit way too goofy for a medieval setting- you know an outsider when you see one. Sitting on a tree stump, slightly sweating from the men with swords pulled surrounding him as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

"H...hey!"

You drop your wood stack. "Is that Sora from fucking Kingdom Hearts?"

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #I feel like #No matter how hard I try to write for Chap 15 #It gets worse #So you're getting BS until my brainrewires properly

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

past!golgathasTerror: One day it'll be 2013 and everything will be good

past!golgathasTerror: You fucking liar

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #jake english #mod terezi #oh sweet dear summer child jake #it gets worse

[gaypiece]

Straw hats as out of context quotes from my notes app

I will not elaborate on any of these

Luffy: I was gonna offer to eat your remains

Zoro: (casually) is that a torso in my back pocket?

Nami: why would you pay extra for walmart

Usopp: (sprinting) you’re supposed to walk in this game!!1!

Sanji: shrimp SLUT

Chopper: aww, it’s like petting a beaver

Robin: you can thank Diane, she just passed away

Franky: little Debbie > full size Debra

Brook: playing an instrument while h!gh is a magical experience

Jinbei: I do not understand butter math

#don’t worry #it gets worse #one piece #op #straw hat pirates #straw hat luffy #strawhats #straw hat crew #one piece strawhats #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece franky #one piece nami #one piece robin #one piece zoro #franky one piece #one piece brook #one piece brainrot #roronoa zoro #nami #nami one piece #one piece usopp #god usopp #op usopp #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #tony tony chopper #one piece chopper #one piece jinbe #ooc

[angeart]

thinking about all the horrible, awful things that are going to happen in hmtb in the future <3

#listen #it gets worse before it gets better #kjcxnbkjbkbnk #i know we're 200k+ words in and you'd expect that better to come soon #but #look listen alright #iT GETS WORSE #is all i'll say #:3

[iamonlyperson]

@wearewatcher SAY SOMETHING

#watcher #if they keep being silent #it gets worse

[ladythot]

The only mere purpose of me becoming an artist is to draw stuff like this

#it gets worse #oc

[hellish-cruelty]

Season 2, Episode 12: Out to Sea (Season Finale)

"It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that’s the hard part. But it does get easier."

And then Cut to

Season 3, Episode 12 : That Went Well (Season Finale)

"I don't know how to be Diane. It doesn't get better and it doesn't get easier. I can't keep lying to myself saying I'm gonna change. I'm poison. I come from poison, I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That's my legacy. I have nothing to show for the life that I'd lived and I have nobody in my life who's better off having me."

Bojack Horseman (parallels)

#bojack #bojack horseman #bojack quotes #bojack rewatch #bojack season 6 #sarah lynn bojack #bojack finale #bojackthoughts #bojackedit #bojack todd #bojack spoilers #bojack s6 #diane nyugen #sarah lynn #princess carolyn #todd chavez #mr. blue sky #mr. peanutbutter #it gets worse #it gets easier #raphael bob waksberg #netflix #tv show quotes #favourite characters #tv series #tv shows #sad quotes #netflix orignal series #tragicomedy #dramedy

[sars-wulf]

Burn AU stuff I’m going to add:

- The core made Anne count each and every scar it inflicted upon her, and said that if she lost count, it would start adding more scars for her to count

- If Anne begged for something, the core would refuse to do it. In fact, it would do the opposite. If she begged for the pain to stop, it would instead inflict more.

- The core is sadistic and gets bored easily, so it would try numerous methods to make Anne shatter. But she never did, only cracked.

- Anne is numb to pain, and is self destructive. She feels as if she’s not worth anything and deserves the pain for messing up. This results in more scars, that she still keeps count of.

- Anne is hyper aware of the entrance to rooms. She’s always watching them in case the core comes through.

- The core failed to break Anne. But the fractures are still there, and she’s so, so close to breaking. But Sasha’s there to help.

-Marcy saw everything. The core taunted her, saying that it was her fault, and that she’s the one hurting Anne. It is her hands that are bloodied after all.

- Often times, Sasha has to hold Anne and comfort her so she may rest. Anne used to force herself to stay awake but the torture was so exhausting that she’d go unconscious in the middle of it. The core would make things worse if she fell asleep.

- Sprig plays his fiddle for Anne, Hop Pop tells her stories, and Polly builds Anne an arm. The Plantar’s do their best to make her comfortable.

- Sasha never leaves Anne’s side. She does all her commander duties in the infirmary and often checks in on Anne.

- Anne eventually gets tired of being babied, and tries to leave the base only to get caught by Sasha, who begs her not to leave, as she doesn’t want to lose her again.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #sars writes #sashannarcy #burn au #the plantars #i am not sorry #it gets worse

[professional-yearner]

ACE

Yandere male x F! Autistic! Reader

TW: taking advantage of nievety and loneliness, murder, family disfunction, people around you believing an abuser over you, rich people, sociopathic and narcissistic behavior, pretending to be someone's friend, taking advantage of the systems you were born into, gut feelings, non-con touching, boners, self isolation due to an abuser, abuser coming back into your life forcibly, manipulation of friends and family, General manipulation, predatory behavior, and break-ins.

General information

Born the middle brother to a family worth millions, having the face if a model, and standing at a good 6'8, Ace is more than savvy in the ways of interpersonal relations.

(He's socially gifted)

Does he actually like any of the people he surrounds himself with? It's up for debate, but ask any of them and he's the best guy you'll ever have the privilege of meeting.

His home life is and was…complicated.

His mother was sweet as pie, if not a bit ditzy, but that's exactly how his father liked it. She was his sweet little trophy wife, content to spend his money and occasionally watch the boys while not asking too much else of him.

His father was near the opposite.

Charming and easygoing to all who met him, Ace's father behind closed doors was a different story.

The man ruled their household with a cold and uncaring grip, but took Ace especially under his wing. 

He taught his middle child how to talk his way out of any situation, to carry himself in a way that made people comfortable.

That was, until he got sick

During the final months of his life and when Ace had turned sixteen, Mr. Landry took only his middle son on a hunting trip into the mountains (on their private land of course)

It all seemed normal to a young Ace, boring even, but he withstood it as always.

Until the last day, when his father ushered him further into the brush, the boy commenting that they were getting close to another family's range when the older man hoisted his rifle, seeming to lock onto his target with a steely precision Ace had never seen.

When the shot fired, he heard the thump that was usual for a fallen deer, but something was… different.

Pushing back the brush, he was stunned to see a man lying face down in the foliage, completely still.

He looked back to his father, who gave him the most honest smile he had ever seen on the old man.

Nothing ever came of it, nobody ever came forward about it, nobody seemed to care what his father had done.

It had been his final lesson, one that Ace took in stride

Only weeks later, after their father's passing, the eldest, Sam, became the head of the house, their mother too distraught over the loss of her the man her life had revolved around for years to do anything but dote on her sons in the way she had been taught

Ace didn't mind too much, he focussed on school and his "friends" until the time he went off to college, finding that much more his speed

College fraternity was a popularity contest, one that he won with close to no effort.

A couple of years into college, he took an interest in nascar

He had always had an interest in sports cars, his first car had been a Porsche 911, and he had recently taken to drag racing his friends, so it was a sort of natural progression.

It was casual at first, but over time and with much enthusiastic encouragement from his buddies, he really started to consider it as a career.

Some expensive schooling and a few entry level races later, he had finally gotten scouted.

After his first discovery, the mix of his seemingly magnetic personality and genuine talent won him sponsor after sponsor until he was racing on live television.

Romantic headcannons + snippet

When Ace met you, he definitely didn't know what to make of you. 

Your eye contact was measured, as if you were counting when to look away and look back. You were pretty, of course, but had some of the strangest interests. And strangest of all, you didn't seem to want anything from him.

Or even really want to be around him.

You didn't look to be uncomfortable with him, but you also didn't go out of your way to find where he was or seek him out to talk again like many of his acquaintances did.

Everyone he's ever known has wanted something from him, so what makes you so special? 

It eats at him to the point he starts seeking you out, eventually befriending you through faking interest in your hobbies and just being his usual charming self.

He ensures that everyone around you loves him too, sweet talking his way into the hearts of your parents, friends, and even coworkers

He's sure that if he digs enough, he'll find exactly what your after

He asks probing questions that are made to sound casual, but they still strike you as strange. 

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Why do you like (insert interest)?"

"What do you think is my best feature?"

You answer as you usually would, straightforwardly, but at the same time, it almost puts you on edge the way he asks these seemingly innocent questions.

Looking deep into your eyes, a good distance away but so intimately it feels like he's too close for comfort.

You like Ace, you're thankful for such a good friend, but he makes you… nervous.

He doesn't even notice as he begins to lose interest in studying you, as he starts to actually listen to your ramblings, as he starts to become touchier with you, starts to move closer every time you're together.

He can reconcile his attraction to you. Again, you're pretty enough, with an above average body, lovely hair, pretty expressive eyes, kissable lips… nice grabbable hips-

Anyways

He goes for it, one day, putting a hand on your thigh while he's driving the two of you somewhere, pulling over and going in for a kiss and expecting you to lean into him

But you don't 

Instead, you pull your leg away quickly, panicked when you see him coming closer

You are attracted to him, somewhat, but this feels… off.

Confused, he tries again, but this time you push him away, telling him to stop, you don't want to.

He laughs it off at the time, apologizing, but inside he's fuming.

Do you know how rare it is that he go after someone?! And you just threw it back in his face with that stupid adorable pout he's found himself thinking about more and more.

He'll have you. He'll have you running back to him.

It takes you a while to warm up to him again, but he's persistent and measured with his attempts to reconnect once he's gathered himself. 

Soon, you're back to hanging out on a regular basis

But he's different. 

He's still as physically affectionate as ever, but his touches are lingering, like he's trying to get the most out of each passing gesture that he possibly can. He's taken to pulling you onto his lap, pretending not to notice when you try to get up, panicked when you feel him… pressing into you.

He really doesn't seem to like your other friends, he just ignored them before, but now he actively talks down on them, scowling when you bring them up in conversation

And most of all, he stares. Openly. You can always catch him out of the corner of your eye, just gazing at you in a way that makes you feel like you're on the menu.

You try not to notice, Ace is the first friend in a long time that has wanted to spend this much time with you and you do genuinely care for him, but every time he comes around you start to feel sick to your stomach.

No one around you will hear it when you come to them with your plight

"You should feel lucky to have a man like that in your life! If he were my friend I would show some appreciation!"

"Oh, honey, I dont think it's anything like that, I know Ace, he's a good man."

"Have you considered that he might like you? He's a good man, I know you're a little awkward around dating but you should really give him a chance!"

You're so fucking tired of hearing how good a man Ace is.

You try to distance yourself, not replying to his texts or phone calls, especially not the ones offering to hang out.

You hope he'll get busy with work, get a girlfriend, a pet, anything that will keep him and that sick feeling he brings with him away from you.

He reaches out to the people surrounding you for support and you're bombarded with angry and concerned messages from the people you thought you could trust to be on your side.

So you ignore them too, completely isolating yourself 

It works, and you almost feel peace for the first time in months, turning off the TV every time he comes on promoting something and reflecting back on how unhealthy the friendship was. It works for a month.

A month of no connection outside of work. No friends. Nothing outside of going to work, coming home, and going out alone.

Until, on one chilly autumn afternoon, he shows up in front of your apartment.

You called your land lady, frantically asking how he could have gotten past the doors to the complex without a key, heart dropping when she answered sunnily how he had explained that he was your boyfriend, how you had been isolating yourself recently and how he was there to check up on you.

You tried to explain, ignoring his demands to be let in and the banging from the other side of the door, that he was not your boyfriend and that you didn't want him anywhere near you, but she stopped you, 

"Your boyfriend really cares about you, miss (l/n). Self isolating won't fix whatever you're going through. It's obvious he wants to help you, you're lucky he's such a good man."

You hung up, dropping your phone on the carpet as he finally got through, walking in with a couple of your concerned neighbors crowded in the doorway.

He looked down at you, giving you a positively chilling smile, "Sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay, you had us all so worried!"

He embraced you tightly before you could back away, too tightly. He was angry, but he couldn't show that in front of them. You broke down into sobs, burying your face in the rough material of his jacket, and his grip loosened ever so slightly.

"There we go." He grumbled, sounding almost relieved as a chorus of 'Aww's and happy sighs sounded from the crowd, "There's a good girl."

You found yourself hugging him back, seeking any sort of comfort as he stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

He turned slightly, not letting go of you, "We're all good here folks, thanks for your help, again."

There was some light chatter before they moved on, going back to their apartments.

Ace took your face in his hands firmly, fixing you with a stern expression, "Now, was all that really necessary?"

You shook your head, empty. 

He'd done it, he'd broken you. 

And you had helped him.

You had pushed everyone else out of your life in fear of him and now the comfort and familiarity of his touch seemed like the only thing that could save you.

"You can have it all back." He whispered, face coming closer to yours, "Your family, your friends, your life,"

He smiled, the most genuinely you had ever seen him, "And me."

You hesitated, but nodded slightly, squeaking when he pressed his lips to yours in what felt like a split second, deepening the kiss almost instantly and sending both a pang of fear and a bolt of arousal down your spine at the same time.

To your surprise, after a minute, he pulled away. 

"That can wait, honey. It's time to bring you home, now." He chuckled, hoisting you up into his arms.

You watched from the passenger door as your home got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, something in you finally giving up and withering away as you slumped against the expensive leather seat.

He reached over, placing a familiar hand on your thigh, a grin tugging at his handsome features when you made no effort to move away from his touch.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

And with a nauseous ache taking hold in your stomach, you knew he meant it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #dead dove do not eat #yearner's oc tag 🦢 #it gets worse #original character #yandere original character

[ispyspookymansion]

I am currently 38 minutes into my first The Passenger (2023) watch so just post monologue outside benson's house and I'd like to thank you from the depths of my heart I need to study Benson not under a microscope but in the way like an academic might dedicate their life to studying one obscure hyper-specific aspect of their field or the way a wizard studies and orb etc etc. Randy is also very neat and I love him so dearly already but Benson what's goin on man

NO EXACTLY benson is so fascinating. my god. hes so complicated and sooooo traumatized and messed up dude just you wait! i like randy a lot too hes got his own things but benson. oh he doesnt want me to crawl in his mind so i want to badly

#IT GETS WORSE #kora.txt #asks #anons

[brierburrbrito]

Was that his heart, pounding in his ears? He didn’t know if he had a heartbeat anymore. It could be the blood pouring down the side of his head. He definitely heard the shouts of the men chasing him through the woods. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew where he didn’t need to be.

Danny struggled to get further away from the guys in white suits that chased after him. He could hear them getting closer. He could tell he was shaking in pure terror that they were so close to catching up and dragging him back to that hellhole to be experimented on again. He wasn’t going to be able to outrun them.

The halfa took a few steadying deep breaths and chose to focus his attention on the threat to his wellbeing. It had been a long time since he’d drawn on his assassins instincts. Growing up with Ra’s Al Ghul as a grandparent had taught him many things. Among them was when a threat needed to be taken out.

He held the gaping wound at his side closed, forcing himself to calm down even as the footsteps and yelling got louder. The men all stood in front of him now, looks of malice and satisfaction on their faces, tempting Danny to punch one of them.

“Don’t come any closer!” He said, taking a step back.

The men didn’t listen, slowly moving forward to surround him.

Left with little other choice, Danny planted his feet firmly on the ground.

And screamed.

The force of his ghostly wail knocked his pursuers down, but he didn’t stop, putting all of the pain he’d felt in the last year into his efforts. The men shouted, gasping in pain as their eardrums blew, and eventually they stopped moving.

He didn’t need to check to know the volume had killed them. As he dropped to his knees, his wail petering out, Danny had one thought on his mind.

‘Please…let it end…’

#dcxdp #Ghostly Wail #danny and damian are twins #dpxdc #dpxdc fanfic start #im gonna write this #Im making the outline #it gets worse #it gets better

[marbles-for-dinner]

Now that I think of it, If I ever posted my speed paints here all of my off random doodling over my art would be embarrassingly exposed *_*’’

#random marble post #it gets worse #ALL OF MY ANATOMY ABOMINATIONS WOULD TOO

[indeliblescarspivotalmarks]

HAIM JUST SAID 1989 THEY ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE

#it gets WORSE #taylor swift #swiftie #taylorswift #taylor #the eras tour #eras tour #taylor swift eras #ts #HAIM

[intellectual6666]

I have lost most of my energy to reparcate. You can think whatever you wanna think about me. "You're being rude. Why are you so selfish ? Why don't you adjust ? Why are you being so quiet, you're not like that with your closed ones. Why are you so sensitive to things ? Stop being a crybaby. It's not a big deal. It was just a joke" Yeah you're right, ok, thanks for your opinion.

#it gets worse #ik i am wrong #you're right #happy ? #spilled ink #Ayushi's thoughts #me #my thoughts #desiblr #desi tumblr #txt post #txt #desi tag

[serenxanthe]

After Ziost, a SWTOR Story

Part 2 (Chapters 4 - 5): In which Theron learns something disquieting during his obsessive efforts to get his job back.

Part 1 (Chapters 1 - 3) is here.

Chapter 4

Theron had been on Coruscant now for more than two months, and he still didn’t have his job back. He’d met with Trant several times, at Theron’s own insistence, but his position seemed to have gone from somewhat sympathetic exasperation to impatient dismissal.

Theron guessed he had more important things to worry about than the career of one of his more reckless agents. But Theron could help with those important things! If only the SIS would give him another chance.

This was all Saresh’s fault, like he’d told Seren. It was clearly Saresh blocking his reinstatement, using him as a convenient scapegoat to disguise her own catastrophically bad decision to deploy Republic forces to a world in the thrall of the Sith Emperor. Former Emperor he reluctantly acknowledged, thinking of Lana’s insistence on that.

Saresh had summoned him to her presence once, purely to berate him in public, not to hear him out. Theron had kept quiet and let her do so, acting entirely against his own nature; he didn’t want to burn any more bridges while there was still a chance he could get his damn job back. Satele and Jace had been there too, standing at either side of Saresh, looking on like… well, like disappointed parents. He knew they were in fact there in their capacity as Jedi Grandmaster and Supreme Commander respectively, but the fact that they were also his actual parents added to Theron’s humiliation.

That had been weeks ago, and he hadn’t spent time with anyone other than Jonas Balkar and an increasingly reluctant Director Trant since then. Theron was getting nowhere, and he knew he needed to change tack. He considered Jace and Satele. Which one was more influential with Saresh, and which one did he have the greatest chance of explaining himself to; bringing them round to his way of thinking?

Jace was probably the most likely to hear him out; he’d been pretty reckless himself as a young man. His own existence illustrated that point thought Theron, nobody sensible got entangled with a Jedi after all.

Theron’s mind drifted briefly to Seren, but he pushed the thoughts out of his mind firmly. He didn’t have time for any of that relationship stuff now, with his job on the line, and if he was honest with himself, he knew he had a worrying tendency to lose track of time in sentimental daydreaming once he let himself start thinking about her. 

Yes, Jace was the most likely to listen sympathetically, given his own nature, but maybe Satele was a better choice for that very reason. He knew Saresh respected her clear headed unemotional take on things. Maybe that damned maddening Jedi impassivity could be made to work in his favour for once, reasoned Theron.

Chapter 5

Sitting awkwardly on Satele’s luxurious sofa in her Coruscant apartment, Theron swallowed. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He took a sip of the tea he hadn’t felt it polite to refuse, and was reminded of Seren again. Again, he pushed her from his mind, he had to focus. “How’s Master Surro?” he asked, relieved that he’d remembered that he and Satele did have something in common. 

Satele’s expression softened slightly. Even as a spy practised in reading body language and facial expression, Theron doubted he would have spotted it if he hadn’t spent so much time with Seren. Not that she guarded her emotions like this when they were alone, but they so often weren’t that he’d had to get used to interpreting the slightest of changes in expression.

“Surro is improving by the day, Theron, thank you.” Satele hesitated then added with unaccustomed openness, “I’m not sure she’ll ever return to active frontline duty, but I hope that one day she’ll at least be content again, maybe even happy.”

Theron nodded, the guilt he’d been suppressing rearing its head again. 

Satele must have seen something in his face, because she added gently, “She made her own choices, Theron, she would have known the risks when she headed down to that planet.”

Theron nodded again, mechanically.

Satele sighed, “Not everyone is as resilient having been possessed by the Sith Emperor as Seren and Kira, Theron. I wonder if it’s because they were both born Sith, or whether that’s a complete coincidence.” 

That just made Theron feel even more guilty, if he’d asked Seren, Kira, and Scourge to help instead of the Sixth Line…

“How is Seren?” Satele suddenly asked him.

Theron frowned, he didn’t really know, but Satele definitely didn’t need to know that. “She’s fine.” He told her. “Do you mean after Ziost?” he clarified.

Satele nodded, “It must have been awful, to feel all that death at such close range. I felt it from here, a great wound in the Force…” she stopped herself and said, “Sorry Theron, Seren tells me you don’t like to talk about the Force.” 

Theron shook his head, demurring, trying not to mind too much that Seren had discussed his feelings about the Force with his mother. She’d obviously meant well.

Something else was nagging at him, and he thought about it. Why had Satele said ‘at such close range’? Seren had left Ziost at the same time he and Lana did, hadn’t she? Ashamed, Theron realised he hadn’t even thought about, let alone asked her about, her plans after the events at the People's Tower. He’d been so focussed on getting Surro and the other Masters to Tython. He concentrated on Satele again, she was still speaking.

“Thank the Force that Lord Scourge’s lightsabre hilt broke though.” Satele said, and Theron frowned at her in confusion. 

“I’d like to think it was the will of the Force that took them up to the space station for repairs,” Satele continued, “It’s strange how the most seemingly insignificant events can mean the difference between life and death. Maybe I’m just looking for meaning where there is none, but they'd been on the surface literally just a few minutes before the cataclysm happened…” Satele trailed away as she noticed Theron’s white face and look of horror. 

“Theron, I’m so sorry. This is the last thing you want to be reminded of I’m sure. I can’t imagine how you must have been feeling until Seren made it back to Carrick Station.” Satele patted his arm awkwardly, but Theron barely felt it.

She’d been on Ziost? On the surface itself mere minutes before every single person on the planet had been killed? How had he not known until now how close he’d come to losing her? He knew how. He hadn’t bothered to ask her whether she was leaving Ziost, just assumed; all his focus was on Surro, and his own overwhelming guilt. 

He thought back to seeing Seren in his former office on Carrick Station. She’d come running in, uncaring of her Jedi dignity and who was watching. Her face, the face he’d barely even looked at at the time, had been alive with some sort of emotion he realised now, her eyes wide as she fixed them on him. 

He… he hadn’t even hugged her in greeting, hadn’t even made the most superficial enquiries as to how she was. He hadn’t known how close she’d come to death, but that was no excuse; he hadn’t even shown the bare minimum of basic courtesy to his own girlfriend. Theron’s insides cramped with remorse.

What if… was she even still his girlfriend? He’d talked about Surro and his job, and she’d seemed sympathetic, she’d let him kiss her, but… she’d asked him to go for a drink with her to talk and he’d said no, hadn’t he? He couldn’t really remember the conversation properly, he hadn't been focussing at all. 

Had she said, “Maybe another time.” with a polite smile? That couldn’t be good could it? And that had been… two months ago? More? And he hadn’t contacted her, deliberately putting her from his mind so he could focus on getting his job back. She hadn’t contacted him either, obviously, but he could kinda understand why given how their last conversation had gone.

Satele watched the emotions play across her son’s face, but not having any idea how their conversation just now had exposed how little Theron knew about Seren’s life at present, and assuming he was just missing her, she said, “It must be hard, after all that, with Seren being away now in wild…”

“I’m not here to talk about Seren!” Theron interrupted her angrily. He took a deep breath straight away and said, “Sorry.” His apology was short but sincere, it was himself he was angry with not Satele after all. “I was hoping you could help me? Talk to Chancellor Saresh for me? About my job.” 

Satele looked at him, disappointed but not surprised that this was what he was here for. “Your reinstatement is in the hands of Marcus Trant, not Saresh.” she said evenly. Theron snorted in disbelief, and Satele sighed and relented. “All right, we both know that’s not quite true. But Theron, I’m probably not the best person to help you with getting on Saresh’s good side.” Theron frowned at her, surprise and scepticism on his face, and Satele continued, “She still doesn’t quite trust me after I formed the coalition with Marr on Yavin IV.”

Theron snorted again. “That just goes to show her lack of judgement doesn’t it? You acted for the good of the Republic, and the galaxy, not for the good of Saresh. The two things rarely, if ever, coincide from what I can see, despite Saresh’s propaganda.”

Satele was surprised, that was probably the most positive thing Theron had ever said about her. To her face anyway. Satele felt guilty for the jolt of happiness she felt at Theron’s usual spiky bitterness being directed at someone else for once, and in her favour no less! 

She put her hand on his forearm again, more confidently this time, and said, “You should try Jace, Theron. Privately, I know he’s sympathetic to your actions, and he’s currently in better favour with Saresh than I am.”

Theron thanked her, his tone polite if not quite warm, and after finishing the tea she’d made him, said his goodbyes. At least he’d arrived and left through the front door this time, Satele thought. Maybe they were making progress.

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