#━━ ✦ 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿 » Let me have a warrior’s death. This is the way

[foundjarin]

@mayxthexforce asked: ❛ i love you, Din. ❜ (from Luke to Din)

Outside the hut, the planet was quiet except for the croak of a frog and Din thought that perhaps Luke thought he was asleep. Din didn't know how the force worked, still, after all this time, but it seemed like Luke should know if he was asleep or not.

Which meant that the word in the middle of the night, long after the sleep wells had been exchanged, were intentional and meant to be heard.

If Luke knew he was awake.

Hand moving along the blankets, Din found Luke and twisted their fingers together, moving their joins hands to rest on his stomach as he breathed out into the night, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

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@mayxthexforce said: ❛  shut up and let me comfort you.  ❜ (from Goran to Din ft The Blanket)

"I don't need comfort, I have a blanket." Din argued as he pulled his gloves off, blood splattered over the back of them. Not his blood, of course, someone else's - oddly green, in the view of his helmet, so now he knew the way that species bled. Still, the fact it wasn't his blood likely mattered little because arguing with Goran could be like arguing with himself, a useless endeavor when the mind was set on something.

With his gloves discarded, Din's fingers ran across the fibers of the blanket, the poor light making the purple appear so dark that it was like a spill of ink across his lap. Leaning back in his seat, Din winced beneath his helmet as the chance in position caused his back to twinge and sore muscles to scream in protest. Something was likely bruised, but he hadn't taken the armor off to check and didn't plan to.

Goran didn't need to know about that, because then he might get it in his mind that he needed to nursemaid instead of just comfort, as if he hadn't already helped with that. He was the one that bought the blanket, after all, somehow managed to track some Aq Vetina trader that knew how to make blankets. The pattern was something that lurked in the back of his brain as an old memory, but it still felt right the same way hearing an old lullaby from childhood did years later. You didn't remember the words, but you remembered the tune and your mothers voice, and you knew when it was right.

The blanket was right, and even though it never traveled to the planet of his birth, sometimes Din thought he could smell something long lost on it.

The blanket was a comfort and Din could never truly explain how much. "I'll share if you'll stop hovering."

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@multixfandomxmadness​​  asked:  “you’re    doing    great  ,  okay??  i  mean  it  .”  (from  Luke)

"Didn't  ask."  Din  countered,  words  betraying  his  heavy  breathing  as  his  helmet  tipped  downward,  glaring  at  the  darksaber.  The  weight  was  fantastic  when  he  was  letting  the  thing  drop  to  cleave  a  man  in  half,  but  utterly  impractical  when  facing  against  someone  as  light  on  their  feet  as  the  Jedi.  Not  that  a  real  enemy  would  care  if  his  laser  sword  decided  to  grow  heavier  with  each  swing,  acting  up  and  changing  weight  as  if  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  If  not  for  knowing  that  others  before  him  had  wielded  the  blade  successfully,  Din  would  think  that  he  was  incapable  of  it  because  he  wasn't  force  sensitive  like  the  Jedi.

But  he  did  know  better,  and  that  meant  failure  to  learn  was  inexcusable,  that  it  would  be  like  any  other  weapon  and  he  would  train  with  it  until  he  was  proficient,  until  he  could  use  it  fluidly  and  strategically,  able  to  count  on  it  because  he  understood  the  way  it  felt  and  responded.  The  beskar  spear  was  something  he  missed,  but  the  darksaber  would  be  just  as  effective  one  day.  

Just  not  that  day.

Deactivating  the  dark  saber  and  allowing  it  to  hang  from  his  hip,  Din  tilted  his  head  to  where  Grogu  was  waiting  at  the  edge  of  their  impromptu  training  field,  still  trying  to  chain  flowers  together  and  still  failing  at  it.  At  least  he  no  longer  tried  to  interfere  in  training  bouts,  so  that  was  progress.

"I'm  giving  your  teacher  back,  kid."  Din  called  out,  receiving  a  coo  and  a  wave  with  a  flower  before  Grogu  got  to  his  feet,  toddling  in  Luke's  direction  as  if  taking  Din's  words  to  heart.  

"Looks  like  the  winner  gets  to  pack  Grogu  back."

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@jedinomore​  asked:  “Sorry–are  you  okay?”

"I'll  live."  A  groan  pulled  its  way  out  of  Din  as  he  staggered  upright,  something  in  his  back  pulling.  That  would  be  a  problem  later  on,  but  there  were  other  things  to  do,  like  not  get  his  head  knocked  off  by  the  Imps  that  kept  trying  to  pin  them  down.  There  was  a  certain  range  where  having  a  blaster  stopped  being  useful  when  confronted  with  a  short  range  weapon  and  getting  hit  in  the  beskar  by  a  blaster  bolt  while  closing  the  distance  was  unpleasant,  but  something  he  could  survive.  He  could  have  left  the  up  close  fighting  to  Ahsoka  with  her  sabers,  but  when  a  trio  of  Imps  tried  to  sneak  up  behind  him,  of  course  he  tried  to  fight  them  in  hand  to  hand.

He  just  didn't  expect  some  kind  of  laser  sword.  Plasma,  maybe?  Din  wasn't  sure,  but  it  wasn't  one  of  those  lightsabers  and  they  still  fell  in  the  end....  Right  on  top  of  him  after  Ahsoka  took  them  out,  but  still.  The  bright  side  was  that  it  was  proof  that  Jedi  weren't  always  graceful  and  didn't  have  all  the  angles  plotted  out,  unless  Din  getting  knocked  on  his  ass  was  all  part  of  her  plan.  

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@lightloyal​  asked:  ❛  i  never  run  voluntarily  so  if  you  ever  see  me  running  you  should  start  running  too  because  something  is  coming  ❜

In  his  line  of  business,  it  was  for  the  best  to  always  assume  that  people  were  lying  and  that  you  couldn't  trust  them  -  it  made  it  a  lot  easier  to  notice  when  they  were  betraying  you  and  it  had  helped  Din  avoid  being  shot  more  times  than  he  could  count.

Not  that  he  tried  to  keep  up.

Ben  was  admittedly  a  far  more  charming  sort  of  fellow  than  Din  usually  spent  his  time  around,  maybe  because  Din  didn't  have  a  tracking  fob  on  him,  but  that  didn't  mean  Din  trusted  him  in  the  least.  Maybe  he  wasn't  necessarily  a  criminal,  but  he  was  far  too  polite  to  always  be  an  honest  man.

He  lived  on  Tatooine  (Maybe.  Supposedly.),  a  place  known  for  housing  slavers,  smugglers,  and  other  scumbags,  the  sort  of  location  where  you  could  be  shot  while  waiting  to  get  a  drink  and  the  music  started  right  back  up  once  the  body  was  off  the  dancefloor.  You  didn't  go  there  unless  you  were  a  criminal  and  wanted  to  hide.  The  same  for  the  Outer  Regions.

"Guess  it's  a  good  thing  you  said  no  one  would  be  chasing  us,"  Din  said  after  a  pause,  not  looking  away  from  the  blur  of  hyperspace.  "Right?"

He  still  thought  the  man  was  a  liar.  

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@ofsandhater​  asked:  ❝    i’m  not  gonna  pretend  anymore.    i’m  still  fucked  up  from  it  all  and  i  don’t  know  when  it  gets  better.    ❞

Time  travel.  What  the  hell  was  with  these  space  wizards?

"Can  you...  go  back?"  

Din  wasn't  sure  if  he  believed  the  story,  the  idea  of  being  flung  about  through  time  and  space  a  far  stretch  even  if  he  had  seen  his  kid  levitate  a  mudhorn.  Maybe  some  of  it  made  sense,  Grogu  recognizing  him  from  a  traumatic  moment  in  the  past,  but  a  lot  of  it  didn't.  There  wasn't  any  question  in  Din's  mind  that  he  hadn't  received  the  full  story,  just  like  there  wasn't  any  question  that  whatever  the  full  story  was,  it  was  horrific.

He  knew  that  there  were  certain  things  that  could  wound  you  beneath  your  skin  and  never  get  better,  that  some  memories  were  like  bruises,  always  waiting  to  hurt.  He  didn't  trust  the  other  man  and  he  still  didn't,  one  sob  story  wasn't  going  to  change  that,  but...  maybe  he  was  sympathetic.  A  little.

Din  could  understand  what  it  was  like  to  lose  your  home  and  people,  after  all.

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@mayxthexforce​ asked: “  i  can  go  anywhere  i  want,  just  not  home.  ”

There  was  a  thunderstorm  rolling  in,  the  air  crackling  threateningly,  and  Din  knew  that  any  rain  that  came  would  be  helpful  for  the  farm,  especially  with  Luke  fixing  so  many  of  the  water  vaporators  that  Din  had  ignored  in  favor  of  building  better  pins  for  the  blurrgs  and  trying  to  patch  up ��the  actual  home.  There  were  a  lot  of  things  that  needed  to  be  done  around  the  moisture  farm  in  order  for  it  to  function  the  way  it  was  meant  to  and  under  Din's  attention,  it  was  more  of  a  ranch  than  anything,  but  Luke  was  steadily  changing  that.

He  hadn't  thought  much  about  asking  how  Luke  was  so  good  with  the  equipment,  didn't  have  some  kind  of  preconceived  answer  in  his  head  or  else  he  likely  wouldn't  have  bothered  to  ask,  but  he  hadn't  expected  the  apparent  hero  of  the  rebellion  (a  title  that  seemed  far  too  pompous  for  this,  a  young  man  on  his  knees  and  dirty  with  grease  and  sweat)  to  be  a  farm  boy  at  his  core.

It  was  stupidly  charming,  but  Din  wasn't  going  to  say  that.

Instead  he  sighed  and  looked  out  in  the  distance,  at  the  long  streaked  shadow  decorating  the  red  soil  of  Arvala-7,  lizards  napping  on  a  nearby  rock  without  care  for  what  the  humans  were  doing.  It  would  be  different  if  Grogu  were  out  there  with  them,  the  lizards  knew  as  well  as  the  frogs  that  Grogu  thought  them  lunch,  and  Din  thought  it  was  a  good  form  of  exercise  as  long  as  he  didn't  cheat  with  the  force.

"I've  been  to  Tatooine."  And  he  even  liked  it,  but  he  wasn't  going  to  say  that  part.  There  was  a  lot  he  didn't  say  to  Luke,  and  he  wondered  sometimes  what  Luke  heard  in  those  silences  because  he  certainly  acted  like  he  caught  more  than  what  Din  said.  

He  thought  about  suggesting  that  Luke  could  talk  about  Tatooine  if  he  wanted,  tell  him  more  about  what  it  was  like  when  Luke  was  growing  up,  even  though  Din  thought  he  knew  perfectly  well.  Places  were  different  for  a  native  than  they  were  a  bounty  hunter,  after  all.  But  he  didn't,  instead  Din  asked  something  even  more  fucked  up  than  asking  about  Luke's  childhood  home.

"Do  you  think  you'll  ever  have  another  home?"

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@lightloyal​  asked:  “Is  that  the  best  you  can  do?”

You  shouldn't  lose  your  temper  during  a  fight.  Din  knew  that,  knew  that  reacting  hastily  meant  that  you  were  responding  sloppily,  but  the  more  that  the  hermit  goaded  him,  the  more  Din  wanted  to  knock  him  around  for  the  satisfaction  of  it.  That  wasn't  a  normal  thing  for  Din  and  he  couldn't  rightfully  explain  why  he  was  growing  so  annoyed.  He'd  fought  people  before  who  ran  their  mouths,  just  as  he'd  fought  people  who  were  better  in  combat,  but  this...  it  was  different.

Maybe  it  was  the  way  Din  felt  that  the  man  was  truly  playing  with  him,  the  roles  of  predator  and  prey  more  clearly  defined  than  they'd  ever  been  since  Din  first  swore  the  creed,  but  even  as  his  muscles  ached,  hands  stinging.  

Breathe.  Focus.  Stay  calm.

Not  bothering  to  respond  to  the  remark,  Din  hefted  his  weapon,  ready  to  try  again.

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@resistancesheir​ asked: ❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜

"Don't  go  spreading  it  around."  It  was  bad  enough  to  have  Fennec  slyly  telling  him  that  he  was  going  soft  without  having  this  upstart  adding  to  it.  You  would  think  that  Grogu  would  have  broken  Din's  habit  of  looking  out  for  troublemaking  kids  (because  look  at  his  age,  he  was  a  kid  compared  to  Din  no  matter  what  he  said)  and  it  seemed  that  once  again,  the  universe  was  laughing  at  Din  and  making  a  very  loud  argument  for  how  he  was  wrong.

Not  bothering  to  hold  back  his  sigh,  Din  felt  his  joints  aching  as  he  stomped  over  to  what  was  likely  once  a  good  looking  craft  until  it  encountered...  well,  Din  didn't  know  what  all  it  had  flown  into,  but  it  looked  like  there  was  part  of  a  tree  caught  where  some  paneling  was  missing.  A  tree  wasn't  responsible  for  the  blast  marks,  though,  and  anyone  capable  of  seeing  could  tell  you  the  ship  was  in  bad  shape,  but  Din  had  seen  worse.  Din  had  flown  worse.  "Stop  giving  me  grief  and  give  me  a  hand  fixing  this  thing.  I'm  not  doing  all  the  work  for  you."

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He's a 10 but he didn't warn his kid's teacher that said kid can unhinge his jaw like an anaconda and swallow an entire frog family without remorse

"You're a ten, but you left before I could give you the list of child warnings and contact codes, so who's really at fault here?"

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@lightloyal​ asked: “   we’re  completely  lost .   ”

"And whose fault is that?" He didn't snap, but the words were certainly pointed even as Din continued to make his way through the dark network of caves, unlevel paths that snaked deep beneath the ground. The temperature was cooler in the caves than it was on the surface and Din remembered someone telling him once that caves stayed the median temperature of their surroundings, something that almost made him want to take temperature readings to check.

It wasn't as if there was anything else to do, the usual accompaniment of danger somehow missing from his latest excursion with the crazy desert hermit. Even though time had revealed that title wasn't as accurate as he once believed, Din still insisted on using it out of some stubborn burst of spite. Considering he kept helping the man, surely he could be forgiven for that.

Foot kicking a rock on his next step, Din listened to the clattering of stone and how it seemed to echo down the empty pathway for a moment, and then silence returned.

Then a rumbling growl came from further down the path, low and ominous.

Stopping in his tracks, Din threw out an arm to stop his companion as he scanned for any signs of life in their particular tunnel. What it was that made that sound, it sounded big. Too big for no one to know it was there, which meant Din's associate had withheld pertinent details again.

"I think now is the part where you start talking."

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💭

One thing is for sure, that guy isn't teacher material.

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@riverising​  asked: ❛      hush  .       raise    a    finger    in    a    gesture    to    silence    my    muse  .   from  cassian!

It  was  impossible  to  tell  beneath  his  helmet,  but  Din  was  rolling  his  eyes  at  the  unnecessary  hand  gesture,  as  if  he  couldn’t  see  the  imps  walking  past  their  hiding  spot,  as  if  he  hadn’t  been  the  one  to  hear  them  coming  first  thanks  to  his  helmet.   It  wasn’t  his  first  hunt  and  Din  knew  how  to  avoid  getting  caught,  but  there  hadn’t  been  time  to  explain  that.

This  wasn’t  the  job,  the  bounty  he  was  supposed  to  bring  in  dead  now  thanks  to  the  guy  next  to  him,  his  unwanted  companion  in  avoiding  the  notice  of  the  imps.   They  weren’t  trespassing,  but  the  dead  body  was  sure  to  raise  some  questions  and  Din  wasn’t  about  to  count  on  the  stranger  not  screwing  him  over  a  second  time  if  it  meant  getting  away.

As  the  footsteps  began  to  move  away,  Din  kept  his  gaze  locked  on  the  other  man  and  -  perhaps  more  importantly,  his  blaster.

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@jediburden​ asked:  “      well  ,      hello    sleeping    beauty  .      you    fell    asleep    on    me  .      ”  (  like  dude  wyd  )

Did  it  count  as  falling  asleep  if  you  had  dried  blood  caked  in  your  hair  because  you  hadn't  had  the  time  to  get  somewhere  private  enough  to  deal  with  your  wound?  Was  it  still  going  to  sleep  if  you'd  spent  time  bleeding  from  not  only  your  head,  but  also  your  side  because  someone  got  in  a  lucky  low  blow  that  made  walking  painful,  but  wasn't  that  obvious  for  anyone  to  spot  thanks  to  a  quick  cape  change?  

Probably  not,  but  Din  was  going  to  say  it  did  because  falling  asleep  made  people  worry  less  than  passing  out,  and  he  really  didn't  need  anyone  questioning  his  ability  to  be  a  parent  if  he  was  going  around  like  a  vortex  for  trauma.  

The  way  he  couldn't  remember  exactly  what  he  was  meeting  with  the  Jedi  for  was  likely  another  worrying  sign,  but  the  meetings  were  common  enough  that  Din  could  guess  at  it.  Talking  about  Grogu  was  common  -  they  both  talked  about  their  kids  and  whatever  trouble  they  were  causing  lately,  so  that  was  a  solid  bet.    

"Sorry."  Remembering  to  apologized  only  after  coming  up  with  a  cover,  Din  adjusted  his  position  slowly  to  cause  himself  the  minimum  amount  of  pain.  "You  were  talking  about...  some  kind  of  stunt?"

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@solesnati​  asked:  “Your  child  thought  it  was  a  good  idea  to  graffiti  the  side  of  the  temple.”

Din  was  a  big  fan  of  how  Grogu  was  his  child  and  not  the  Jedi's  student  when  Grogu  decided  to  pull  a  prank.  Really.  If  the  incident  happened  at  the  temple,  that  seemed  like  the  kind  of  thing  the  Jedi  should  be  taking  responsibility  for  because  it  meant  he  wasn't  watching  Grogu  at  a  place  that  clearly  fell  under  the  Jedi's  jurisdiction  and  if  the  Jedi  just  admitted  that,  then  Din  could  point  out  that  it  wasn't  the  first  time  Grogu  had  gotten  away  from  him.

(It  would  have  been  a  friendly  reminder,  not  cruel.  Din  wasn't  angry  about  Grogu  slipping  away  from  the  other,  but  he  did  enjoy  making  fun  of  him  for  it  -  not  even  the  esteemed  Jedi  teacher  could  keep  up  with  his  kid.)

"He's  not  even  knee  high."  Din  said  instead,  eyebrows  raising  beneath  his  helmet  as  he  put  his  hands  on  his  hips.  "He  doesn't  even  come  up  to  your  knees.  How  much  damage  could  he  do?"

Unless  the  kid  decided  to  levitate  a  paint  brush,  Din  doubted  it  wasn't  anything  more  than  a  few  blobs  of  color  that  would  wash  away  in  the  rain  and  might  be  hidden  in  the  grass  until  that  happened.  Was  it  some  great  religious  offense  to  have  paint  smears  on  a  temple?  'Graffiti',  the  Jedi  said,  but  Grogu  was  a  toddler,  it  couldn't  be  more  than  rainbow  streaks  and  maybe  blobs.

Green  for  frogs,  yellow  for  the  sun,  maybe  a  few  red  blob  hearts  or  -

"Wait."  Sighing,  Din  gave  in  and  asked  the  question  suddenly  screaming  in  his  head.  "What  did  the  kid  draw?"

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@acharnemcnt​  asked:  ❝    you  don’t  have  to  do  this  for  me.    ❞  (  from  little  armi  )

Helmet  tipping  to  one  side  as  he  considered  the  kid,  Din  felt  that  urge  to  strangle  someone  rise  up  inside  of  him  again.  Not  the  child,  of  course,  but  the  people  that  were  supposed  to  take  care  of  him  and  did  everything  but.  He  blamed  Grogu  for  the  way  that  looking  at  Armitage  too  long  filled  him  with  the  urge  to  give  the  kid  a  blanket  and  macaroons  -  maybe  not  the  blue  kind,  but  some  other  color.  

Someone  should  have  been  doing  that  for  the  kid,  letting  him  have  an  extra  snack  and  keeping  him  feeling  warm,  making  sure  he  was  safe  and  not  willing  to  run  off  with  an  armed  stranger.  

But  no  one  did,  so  fuck  it.  Din  was  making  it  his  job  until  he  could  get  Armitage  with  someone  decent.

"No,  I  don't."  That  much  was  true  and  Din  shook  his  head  as  he  thought  about  Aq  Vetina,  about  red  robes  and  blood,  about  how  this  young  boy  reminded  him  of  a  killing  field.  "But  I'm  choosing  to  do  it,  so  get  used  to  it.  You  want  a  snack?"