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jyn hates the shadowlands. the air around them is heavy, oppressive and almost suffocating. it's silent, eerily so, with the exception of the noises of the creatures around them, the beings who have found refuge and thrive in the shadows. at the last light inn, she'd at least been able to pretend that she was anywhere else ( . . .until she looked out a window ). it makes her all the more eager to find galen and get out of here before she's stuck in the darkness forever ; leitha's band of heroes seem to think that they can cure the shadowlands -- which, if they can, great for fucking them -- but she won't be sticking around to see if it works. it's these thoughts that push her forward as she walks at leitha's side, moonrise tower growing nearer and nearer with each step, with each tread of her boots against the ground. this is just a surveillance mission -- they'll need to scout out the area before they commit to a full-scale invasion -- but it's also the closest she's been to figuring everything out since she'd arrived here months ago. it's all she can do to tamp down on the adrenaline coursing through her veins, the anticipation almost making her jittery.

jyn would have almost preferred that they'd run into something on their journey, if only to channel some of her nervous anticipation through her axes and take it out someone else. but it remains quiet, as silent as it can be in the shadowlands, and the pair make it to their destination without any additional exertion. crouching near the rubble of the bridge, just out of range of any of the guards, she allows herself to first stare at the tower in all of its glory. it's an odd feeling to realize that the answers she's looking for are somewhere inside those walls, almost within her grasp. ( the thought that galen may be close by briefly enters her mind but she shakes it off almost immediately ; she'll deal with that problem if it actually happens and not think about it if it doesn't. )

as soon as leitha brings up the idea of entering through the front door, jyn's already shaking her head. without a parasite in her brain, they'll clock her immediately, and she's not eager to be percieved as a sheep in a wolves' den. for this type of scouting operation, stealth is their best bet -- even if it means wading through murky water with who know's what lurking underneath. " harbor, " she says decisively. " best to do this quietly until we know what we're getting ourselves into. if there's an entrance down there, we need to scope it out. could be useful later. "

     𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ... as there is little to no reason to remove it, the shining beacon of her lunar lady remains imprinted against their chest, the light blue glow emits through its crevasses. when the nightmares come, and without a doubt, they always come, it provides little asylum to their worries. the creeping, elongated, bony fingers that are far too familiar to the elf itches at the back of their mind, the bulbous wiggling worm implanted by the night hag writhes. and there it remains, finding refuge in the darkness of their memories, achieving a hold at their most precious captures of their life. it is more than a mere reminder with this infected tadpole, leitha relives it each time - and with every passing night, it becomes vicarious. the hag steals more of their mind, sanity slipping through their scarred fingers. thus they are all but begging to be released into the night, desperation finding place in their movements with ease.

bow on their back, spells refreshed, and daggers at their side, leitha meets jyn in the radiating darkness that spreads along the vicinity of their camp. they are both met with nothing more than a simple nod, quieted footsteps trek long and far, passing through the prying eyes of the harpers and their party. there is nothing that is heard between them, nothing more than the disant coo of nightshade ravens, or the cries of another soul lost to the sickly veins spreading deep in the ground below. the florid warmth of the moonlaterns emits through the surrounding land of the tower, their indication that across this bridge, lies the source of their wonderment.

they sit behind cracked rubble and gravel, shoulder pressing against the cold stone as finally, they stop to speak. breaking the silence they have traveled in, and catching their breath with the speed they have arrived in. ❛ well, we made it. - so, what do you think? walk right in through the front doors? or do you wish to climb the walls down? looks like there is perhaps a harbor in the back - though we might have to take a dip in the water below if we wish to scout it out. ❜

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love the idea of jyn being someone who doesn't want to physically have kids but ends up with a bunch of adopted ones anyway, especially as she gets older. like a bunch of young recruits she takes under her wing (not that she'd admit that) start calling her mom as a joke and it sorta sticks.

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"good." jyn erso & cassian andor

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there are very few benefits that come alongside being a criminal informant to the fbi, especially one that's been strong-armed into the position under the threat of imprisonment. but she'd be lying if she'd said it was all bad -- she's out of wobani, for one, and she's got access to their considerable intel database whenever she's sent out on an op. . .and whenever she can sneak in a search or two under the radar. it's risky, but she's good at what she does with computers ; her work had been part of the reason why the partisans never went down for cybersecurity reasons. her searches now never go too deep, more cursory than anything else, but having access to all of this information on anyone she meets does wonders for her deep-set feelings of paranoia and suspicion. when she'd first ran into simeon and come to the realization that he may be more than a one-time encounter in her life, she'd done the same search routine on him. . .only to find that he's more than just an annoyingly cheerful menace. with parted lips, she'd scrolled through endless search results of his career and scandals, all in explicit detail but never pausing to do more than skim the headlines, before closing the browser and shutting down the computer with a muttered curse.

after that moment, it'd been clear to her what she'd needed to do : cut all ties and never see him again. his fame and notoriety wouldn't be good for her, especially not when her job needs her to lie low. but despite her best efforts, he'd somehow managed to worm his way into her life with no inclination of going anywhere. he's like a barnacle -- difficult to shake off once he'd attached himself to her, though, admittedly, she hadn't tried very hard. once she'd figured that out, the thought of searching him on the internet any further felt. . .wrong. if he'd wanted to her to know something, he'd tell her ; she isn't about to violate his privacy anymore that she'd already had, especially considering the voracity of the paparazzi whenever they caught him outside. for the most part, his public life had all but fallen to the wayside in her mind, content with knowing very little about it other than what he'd mentioned offhandedly -- until she'd heard the news that his mother had been taken and ransomed for an egregious sum, and the police were doing very little to rectify the situation. it'd been a jarring wake-up call to remember that the person she'd grown to consider more than an acquaintance is actually fucking famous.

she's not going to deny it : it's rattled her. with both her position in the fbi and her friendship with simeon in jeopardy because of her actions, she's not thinking clearly, not thinking beyond the short term. survive this conversation, go home, and do whatever's possible to stay out of wobani. it's a semblance of a plan that's slipping through her fingers like droplets of water -- and all she can think about is how she should have done better research, should have done more than just a simple, cursory glance -- should have nipped this friendship in the bud like her gut had told her to in the first place. she'd seen it all laid out in front of her, yet did little to shake simeon out of her life despite it all. fuck, she should have known better than to try to make friends.

" you're like a mother hen with your fussing, " she says with a click of her tongue, trying and failing to sound stern, and only just managing to rein in most of her fondness. this is easier than speaking about the elephant in the room ; she'd be more than happy to banter for a few minutes without broaching heavier topics. " i don't blame her -- she probably just wants some peace and quiet. "

in her ideal world, this would be the end of it. they'd both laugh, slightly awkward in a way they haven't been before, then part ways for the night. after a certain amount of time, things would get back to normal and everything would be as it was. they could forget this ever happened -- he could forget exactly what she'd done to save his mother, who she'd exposed herself to be. jyn allows herself only a few seconds to ruminate on this highly unlikely possibility, before shutting down those unrealistic thoughts. now that simeon's decided to call her out, she doesn't doubt that this conversation will be terse and angry, everything she's hidden from him likely being at the forefront of his mind. and then before anything can be properly resolved between the two of them, the fbi will have already thrown her ass back in wobani for breaking her contract.

" i don't know what you're talking about, " jyn grits out, doing her best to sound unbothered ( and failing miserably ). his attempt at a threat -- though likely, he's not so cruel to go without feeding her -- only serves to rankle her further. " then i'll go back to living on takeout and frozen dinners, like i did before i met you. " and she'd managed just fine, if considerably less happy and considerably more hungry. " there's nothing left to say, simeon. your mom's back and she's fine. you should be thanking me, not interrogating me. "

FOR A MAN WHO ALREADY STRUGGLES TO MANAGE EMOTIONS FAR TOO LARGE FOR HIM, THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS HAVE BEEN NEARLY UNBEARABLE FOR SIMEON. to keep himself composed has dominated the vast majority of his focus and energy since it all began. now that it's over, he finds himself drained, aching, and incredibly short on patience for most anything outside the bounds of his flat and his parents' home. given recent events, jyn may be the only exception, aside from his dear mother. that in itself is a concerning reality he's been trying to ignore since his mother had been returned to safety. rarely is he unable to maintain the veneer he's crafted for himself over the years – even in front of jyn, in front of whom he'd grown at least somewhat more relaxed prior to the incident – but it had certainly cracked. she had seen parts of him he much preferred to keep hidden. that reality itches beneath his skin like a parasite, but even he cannot deny the fact that he has to face it.

he'd practically had to force the words from himself and he still feels the space it feels like they'd left in their wake. it's not his habit to talk about practically anything sensitive and personal, except that which he has personally vetted and decided to be acceptable. what just happened to his mother – his own terror, his own deep and wrenching guilt knowing she would have been safe if not for him – is not acceptable. yet it was him who had reached out to jyn in his helplessness, him who had crumbled over the phone and spilled his pride on the floor in a way she'd certainly never seen before. so few people ever had, especially since his very public meltdown so many years before. ( somehow, he still suspects she knows little of that. )

" she's got my dad. my sister. my brother. she's fine. " he answers flatly, half moody, sipping from the mug of coffee in his hand – black and bitter, rather than his usual trick of half an inch of oat milk and three cubes of sugar. " besides, she sent me home. apparently I was driving her mad with my fussing. her words. "

any normal day and it might sound lighter, more like a joke. as it were, he can't keep the edge away from his voice – reflective of his own shame for his behavior, his desperation, rather than anything jyn's done. it certainly doesn't occur to him to consider that she might worry about his impression of her as a criminal. not that he'd spent much time ruminating over what might be her past – he's always known perfectly well that's not what she'd want – but any revelation that she may have tangled with less than legal activities at some point in her life hardly comes as a surprise. and besides, it's not as though simeon himself is in any place to judge, with an arrest record of his own the length of his arm.

it additionally fails to occur to him that jyn might not realize that either.

" I know what deflection looks like, you know. you're in here with the fucking champ. " his nose wrinkles as he hears himself, knowing he's failed to sound quite as clipped and annoyed by her brush-off as he intends to. instead, he sounds almost half-hearted to his own ears, almost embarrassed, which makes it all the worse. the fact is, he's still remarkably raw from the entire experience, far more so than he would ever choose to show anybody, given the choice, on top of knowing she's now seen vulnerabilities out of him that he can never take back.

yet even so, regardless of his own avoidance and stubbornness, he seems to have recognized the necessity of a conversation earlier than she did. somehow. even if he isn't exactly thrilled by the turn of events. through his exhaustion, his frustration, his guilt and his humiliation and his gratefulness, even he can hear his old queens accent slipping into his voice, thick enough that he's certain she won't miss it. " so, what, you're gonna save my mom's life then freeze me out? fuck that, I don't think so. pour yourself some coffee and settle in, jyn, or I'll start triple padlocking you out of my fucking fridge. no more leftovers unless you actually talk to me. "

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I think jyn erso should be allowed to start biting

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it's tough out here being saw gerr.era's number one fan 😞✊

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night city is perfect for those who want to disappear. jyn craves the anonymity that the crowded streets provide for her, the lack of personhood it gives her. to everyone else around her, she's not an ex-con struggling to make ends meet, but just another face in the crowd.

with her head down and scarf pulled up over her head like a hood, she plows through the crowd with a singular determination, mouth drawn in a set line. she doesn't present a welcoming image -- that's why it very nearly knocks her off guard when someone engages her anyway ( with a fucking smile on her face, to boot ! ).

immediately, her hackles raise, suspicion oozing out of every pore. in this part of town, nobody approaches strangers without ulterior motives. she keeps her answer short, curt : " no. "

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𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐎 * 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 ; 𝙿𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 -- rookie numbers, amateur hour, hardly worth the time it took for them to have written up the file to begin with . . . not that v was judging. a job was a job, even when it felt like a waste of time.

with all the energy of someone who simply couldn't have given less of a shit, v sidled up to the nearest body, an almost friendly smile making its way onto her face as she spoke.

❛❛   scuse' me, do you have a minute ? just got a few questions, looking for someone in the area & could use a little help.   ❜❜

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i love u all i will be here soon my brain has just been broken lately </3

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒. THEY'RE GONNA MAKE A BIG STAR OUTTA ME. ✩ [ independent and private portrayal of THE GHOUL / COOPER HOWARD from amazon prime's FALLOUT. primarily show - based. written by ren ]. ✩ WE'LL MAKE A FILM 'BOUT A MAN THAT'S SAD AND LONELY. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 .

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interesting. jyn wouldn't have bet that this is an unsanctioned mission that the wraith has decided to undertake. from the time she's spent in ketterdam, both observing and working with the dregs, this in itself feels unusual ; it's rare that she ever sees ghafa stray so far from brekker's side -- unless she's doing some sort of work on his behalf. in response, she only rolls her eyes, allowing this moment of pettiness to pass by without a verbal retort. she has the entire train ride to put the pieces together -- and maybe longer, if the other woman is actually serious on making good on her threat promise to accompany her. jyn crosses arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to the side in thought. unlike ghafa, she stays a safe distance from the edge, not uninterested in flirting with death so callously at the current moment. there will be enough time for that later.

" i don't care, " she replies with a shrug, leveling her with an even look. it doesn't matter to her whether or not someone believes her lies because the outcome remains the same regardless : she's not going to tell them, no matter how much they try to wheedle it out of her. ( and if she's honest, sometimes it's almost better when people know she's hiding something -- it's fun watching them squirm. ) at ghafa's admission -- not much, but something -- jyn raises an unimpressed brow. she's made no promises to give anything up in return ; she won't be baited into this trap that ghafa has attempted to lay here. she'll likely find out the answer sooner rather than later, anyway. " nice try, " she says. " anything else up your sleeve ? "

“ wouldn't you like to know ? ” came the prompt, vague answer. a taste of her own medicine. a little petty, a little out of her own game. it was less effective than being straightforward, but inej cherished the moments she could play into the childishness, the mischievousness youth she could never have. the steadiness of the car was enough to make a sane person unsettled, nauseous, and she perched perfectly over the edge, one hand clutching the latch for security. “ kaz had nothing to do with this, and i'd prefer you didn't say anything of the sort to him. ” that was, if she even returned with her. if she even bothered to step foot into the east stave, much less the club. kaz would find out her endeavors sooner than later, and she would reconcile with it upon her return. that much he owed to her, she'd decided.

“ you tell me. you've been acting coy all week, and not in the way we've grown used to. you're a terrible liar. and even worse actress. ” not particularly true, the average person would find jyn a fantastic storyteller. should she decide to. but inej, skilled in the art of deception, in the art of handling secrets ... it'd grown easier to tell the difference. at the very least, catch onto small tells. tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, she sucked in a breath before scooting further back, away from the moving wheels, away from the open expanse of the car. at least for the night, they could remain hidden. but she knew the morning light would change their fates for better or for worse. “ i'm meeting someone. your turn. ”

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“I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone" […] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James (via unpetalled)

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Rogue One: A Star Wars Story dir. Gareth Edwards | 2016

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haven't been here much since i've been spending most of my time playing dra.gon age ve.ilguard and i'm kinda in a funky headspace but rest assured i will try to whip up something over the weekend

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#𝙺𝙴𝚉𝚃𝙸𝚂            𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚂 .                 ❝  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐌𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 .  ❞

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it has to be drugs. though jyn isn't certain, the erraticness of the other woman's -- allie's, she reminds herself now -- speech and her mannerisms speaks to her being under the influence of something. she's off in a way jyn can't quite put her finger on, going beyond the usual peculiarities. her gut tells her everything she needs to know. it'd certainly explain why she's out in the woods all by herself, picnic setup aside. just in case, jyn sets the untouched offered food back down at her side, and leans forward slightly, as if to encourage this line of conversation further.

" people, mostly, " jyn answers in response to her question. " two of 'em - a man and a woman - went missing around this area. and i'm working this case, yeah ? " she drops her voice, speaks lowly. confidential -- sharing a secret. " you seem to know this forest pretty well. if you know something . . . " she shrugs a shoulder, trying to play it nonchalant. ( is she laying it on too thick ? fuck, she'd rather face down a firing squad than deal with this situation. ) " it might help bring them home. "

        “ sorry,   oh my gosh,   i totally knew that,   didn’t i?   i’m so sorry,   my head’s kinda’   …   anyway,   i’m so silly! ”   liana’s such a lovely name,   too.   the forgetting is due a lot more fretting than allie gives,   but she hurries along to the next thing,   trying her best to listen,   this time.   “ and i’m allie,   now we’re not strangers! ”   she’s made a friend!   and,   really,   she does feel silly.   but it’s alright,   mostly,   people like it,   as long as she’s not too much.   and she hasn’t   …   rambled or been too loud,   has she?   she forgot the other’s name,   maybe she forgot that too.

        liana going along with allie’s efforts makes her beam,   excited just to have company that listens,   and carries right with her.   “ weird like what? ”   allie asks,   completely casual but curious enough.   “ like,   bad weird?   or,   like,   forest weird? ”   she tilts her head to the side,   thinking.   “ are you looking for something?   i can probably help you find it! ”   a strand of blonde is tucked behind her ear.   “ i’m here   …   a lot.   we can go looking?   see what we find? ”

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IN BATTLE [ … ] YOUR MUSE. bold what applies, italicize sometimes. repost, don't reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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it's a sharp enough contrast from the daily mundaneness of an undercover mission that jyn could almost say that she's having fun. had it not been for the presence of their current job lingering in the back of her mind, she could have easily joined in leitha's amusement without a second thought. at least this adventure is a welcome distraction ; there are only so many dead ends that she can handle before she gets so frustrated she blows the whole case up. " of course i do, " she replies, affronted at the possibility that she wouldn't know the city's seediest ( best ) cantinas. " you owe me a drink for coming out here with you anyway. "

jyn quirks a brow at leitha's odd suggestion of a game of lizard-toad-snake to decide who goes first -- it brings up memories of the partisans that she hasn't thought about in years. as far as gambling goes, it's not her favorite -- it's much more difficult to cheat at than, say, a game like sabacc. as amusing as the prospect may be, she'd rather not waste time when the answer of what to do is already clear to her. " i'll go first, " she interrupts, holding up a hand and straining her ears for evidence that they're not alone here. with the noise of the forest surrounding them, it's difficult to parse out any signs of danger. but her gut tells her otherwise, even without evidence. she draws her blaster and moves to the door, gesturing for leitha to do the same. on the silent count of three, she slides the door open with one hand, then immediately leads with her blaster as she enters the room. it's quiet -- at first. almost eerily so, everything outside around them muffled by thick walls of durasteel.

and then hell erupts.

     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐘𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ... a friendly bet, one that they would always put money on their alliance rather than the unfortunate opposing side. it could be wrong to assume, that their goals would align to a point where they could easily loosen their tongue and drop their guard. or at the very least, allow the other to watch over their sticky fingers, and keep her mouth shut. a quiet, unspoken relationship between the two thieves, one that leitha hopes only unfolds out of understanding. besides, it's hard to read past the smoke cloud emitting past her blaster, and the cautious stern gaze that befalls the one holding the weapon.

nevertheless, leitha turns back to stare at their beholden prize - whatever lies within it, will have to be theirs come nightfall, thus their trip out here trekking amongst soot and dead foliage would be all for naught. ❛ yes, fun. we deserve a break every once in a while. i say we go see what we can find, sell the junk, and go out drinking. i'm sure you know a good cantina nearby. ❜ and though the other responds in sardonic repartee, they continue their imaginatory celebration - all while sneaking closer. their light footsteps aren't the only ones within the hull. ❛ shall we play a quick game of lizard-toad-snake to see who goes in first? ❜