a visit from grandma

While not strong in it - like everything that had ever been alive she too existed within the Force. When she appeared it took a lot of effort on her behalf, but Padme had never been anything but incredibly resilient. Her grandson’s conflict and anguish was more than enough of a pull towards the physical plane, even for someone without the Force with them in the way that it was with her children, or her husband.

“Ben,” his name came in an echo from somewhere within his quarters, the air in the room dropping a few degrees, acting as a morbid herald for her arrival, but when his grandmother materialized there was nothing frightening about the sight at all. Haloed in warm blue light Padme hovered just an inch above the ground, her dark ringleted hair still adorned with the jewels she had been dressed in in death, her hands clasped at her middle, resting on the ornate fabric of her gown, more angelic than ghostly though her face was drawn in concern. She had visited him before though perhaps he was too young to remember it. There had been many nights when the spectre of his grandmother had held vigil over a sleeping Ben Solo, expending what limited energy she was granted in death to stave off the nightmares and the insidious dark influences that forever seemed to bite at his heels.

Gliding across the floor towards him, she extended an arm, her small hand resting on his arm. “Darling Ben, there’s so much pain inside you,” it pained her to think that death had stolen away her ability to protect the boy. That there was nothing for her spirit to do but watch and burst forth whenever it could, but she was as persistent in death as she had been in life, and her grandchild needed her.