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her feet dangle childishly; she even kicks them a little bit, just for the feeling of it, just to enjoy the moment a bit before zeb sets her back down. still, even with her feet firmly planted, she rests one hand on the side of his bicep as her eyes hone in on kanan, and then ezra, and then back to kanan. she hears zeb, and she nods, but her focus is still laser sharp as she takes in the scrapes and bruises littering the two of them. it takes a moment before hera blinks, and then nods back at zeb, clearly distracted. 

❛ i don’t like this, ❜ she confides a moment later, frowning as she speaks. it’s not something she’d ever be able to say to kanan, or any other member of her crew, for that matter, and in truth, it’s not something she feels entirely comfortable vocalizing at all. but … she needs to get it out. still frowning, hera inspects zeb’s face for injuries of his own, studiously and deliberately avoiding looking back towards kanan again as she speaks. ❛ i know it’s necessary for the rebellion, i know it’s … ❜ she trails off, satisfied that he’s not damaged beyond repair, and sighs. ❛ i don’t like being separated from my family. ❜

He frowns, nodding at her in understanding. “I hear you, Hera.” There was no helping the WORRY that knit itself into his brow.

Zeb wasn’t fond of being away from the Ghost and her crew for long. There were too many dangers to make him entirely COMFORTABLE with it. Logically, he knew that he and his crew were some of the best agents the Rebellion had this side of the galaxy. They’ve come face to face with more dire challenges than some people could even imagine. But there was always that distracting, horrible thought at the back of his mind saying: What if this is it? What if we all don’t make it out this time? What if? WHAT IF?

“It’s not somethin’ any of us like.” He’s sure it bothers her most of all. “But hey, look at us-- we’re all HOME. We’re not going anywhere for a bit.” Zeb smiles, more for her sake than his. “You’ve got the time you need to FRET over us all you like.”

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“Hey Bine,” Zeb says, bo-rifle moved from his back to sit in his lap. He started FIDDLING with all of the little odds and ends of his weapon, making sure that wasn’t too loose, and this too tight. “Ya ever think about what it’d be like if ya weren’t wrapped up in all of...” He motioned vaguely at the ships and REBEL PERSONNEL bustling around, “This? You know, if you could be anywhere, do anything. Maybe not somewhere where there’s no fightin’, cause that’d be a boring place for the both of us.” He smiled at them, humor reaching his eyes.

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You know how I feel…

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There’s no denying the SURPRISE on Zeb’s face when Hera launches herself into his arms, but he’s not about to pass it up. He easily catches her and lifts her off the ground-- with a whole foot of height between them, it’s really the only COMFORTABLE way to hug her. But he doesn’t mind, and he knows she won’t either.

There’s something comforting about the smell of ENGINE GREASE and perspiration. It was something very uniquely Hera; something you don’t quite notice until you haven’t been around her for a time. ”Good to see you’re still in one piece, too.” He says with a grin, fuzzy cheek pressed against the side of her helmet as he gives Hera an affectionate squeeze before setting her down. He followed her line of sight over to Ezra and Kanan, the both of them looking a little worse for wear. Zeb claps a reassuring hand over her shoulder. “He’ll be fine. They both will. Nothing a little BACTA can’t fix up.”

CHILD OF NEPTUNE / KEEP SHOWING ME NEW CONSTELLATIONS. ( @borifle )

she leaps from the ladder against her ship lithely, landing with bent knees before she all but sprints to zeb. arms fling open and wrap around his frame tightly and securely in a somewhat rare display of affection ( physical contact has never been hera’s strong suit; affection is often limited to quiet words of support and offers of food and bright, shining grins. ) , her helmet digging into his shoulder as she hugs him tightly. she doesn’t have to say it, but she does anyway: ❛ i’m so glad you’re all alright. ❜ hera pulls back a moment later, smiling softly and patting his arm. ❛ is … he ––––– ? ❜ she trails off, half looking over his shoulder.

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@woopwump and I are literal squad goals

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                                    you don’t know what it’s like,

                                                    having everything ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ like that.

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Kanan: You three. Explain. Now.

Zeb: It was Ezra.

Sabine: It was Ezra.

Ezra: It was Ezra.

Kanan: …

Ezra: …Damn.

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                our will to be free is what’s going to beat you.

  Thrawn. Ezra. Kanan. Zeb.

Hera. Sabine. Chopper. Pryce.

**please only reblog to rp blogs.

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What's in your pants, though?

@divinemotif or @borifle, preferably 

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It’s been foooooorever since I last posted anything but… here’s a couple of messy Kalluzebs. Enjoy.

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props her feet up in his lap and carries on with her drawing, as if she's not the Galaxy's Most Inconvenient Sister.

“Yeah, go ahead, just lay across my lap.” Zeb said, sounding annoyed but still speaking in an almost PLAYFUL tone. He huffed as he leaned over her legs to keep tinkering with his bo-rifle. “Not like I’m WORKIN’ on anything.”

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weaponexpert:

❝  something about how my artistic expression was impressive, but not emotional enough. he wasn’t feeling it, or whatever.  ❞  she closes her eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the affection.  ❝  he definitely liked to hear himself talk. unfortunately, the rest of us didn’t, but we had to hear him anyway.  ❞

Zeb scoffed. “What an ass. You want me to plant something on him and ARREST HIM? Because that’s something I could do.” He was joking, of course, but the crooked smile he wore suggested otherwise. “Sometimes ya gotta stick it to the shit heads of the world.”

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@borifle

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Kallus: Looking back, I have no regrets.

Zeb: You should.

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romance ft. @borifle

[1:55:14 PM] shooting star sheev: come to Illinois and kill me honestly [1:55:31 PM] sarah!: only if you come to florida and kill me [1:55:47 PM] shooting star sheev: what’s the halfway point between us we’ll meet there and kill each other [1:56:34 PM] sarah!: that’d be like. in tennesee somewhere probably, which considering our country music loving asses is oddly poetic.

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weaponexpert:

she should be offended  ——  but for once she’s too tired to argue against it. she shifts to get more comfortable, affectionately nudging her head against his chest in a silent gesture of hey, i want attention.  ❝  super long day.  ❞  she replies.   ❝  had some stuck-up art critic came to the gallery  &  try and pretend that he knew more about my own art than i did.  ❞

He shifted and started patting down Sabine’s flyaway hairs. “Psh-- forget him.” Zeb said DISMISSIVELY. “Most critics just like to hear themselves talk anyway. And even more of them just like to tear people down so they’ll feel better. What did he say, anyway?”