#Talon || gloomfaithed

[its-a-full-galaxy]

❝ i think eventually i got so used to the chaos and the pain and the toxicity i began to look for it. ❞ (for Darius)

Darius sat beside Talon, watching her as he rested his forearms on his knees. He nodded understandingly, recognizing the pattern she described in his own life.

"Yeah," he said in a low voice. "It's easy to do, falling into the patterns you know. Whether it's chaos and pain or suffocating structure, we like being with what we know, even if it hurts us. But the hard part, the terrifying part of being alive is healing.

"It's facing the demons we don't know so we can stop feeding the demons we do, and like pulling out barbed vibroblades from a stab wound so you can stitch it up."

Darius looked over and put a hand on Talon's shoulder. "But I can tell you it's worth it. The healing you get, the strength you get, the ability to roll with things as they come... It's worth enduring for. It's worth changing for."

[its-a-full-galaxy]

Darius took the datapad, looking it over with interest as he grinned behind his helmet, appreciating the praise before getting to business. He scrolled through the data pad's contents, taking in every clue he could as he stroked the chin of his helmet.

The bounty was sizeable, showing how much trouble this shapeshifter had been for these Sith.

"A Clawdite, huh? Well, you're in luck," he said, making no effort to hide the smile in his voice. "You've chosen one of the few bounty hunters in the universe who can see through a clawdite disguise. Esverran Scourmen are uniquely adept at sussing out skin-deep imposters like Clawdites, and as a former Scourman, I think I can help you."

He paused at her description of what they stole and frowned deeply.

"What kind of weapon are we talking about here?" he asked slowly. "Are we talking about a bioweapon? A miniature death star? A suncrusher? What exactly are we dealing with? I mean, not to be that guy, but if someone's stolen the personal super weapon of a Sith, I'd like to know its parameters so I don't end up disintegrated like one of Boba Fett's marks. Beskar's good against a lot of things, but even Beskar doesn't make you invincible."

“what did you do, wake up this morning and say “today i’m going to ruin a man’s life”?” — Darius

His question did cause full lips to pull into a surprised smile. "It's not even noon yet and I've already ruined your life? I'm on a roll."

Working with Mandalorians wasn't something Talon did very often. There was a mutual distrust, though there was something different about this one. He was clearly not as vary of her as he should be and surprisingly respectful. It also helped that both of them had a similar sense of humour.

"All I want is for you to support me on that hunt. The mark will see me and keep running," she pointed out. Which would be smart of the mark but irritate her to no end, considering the species was a shapeshifter and Talon had already wasted days chasing them.

"It would be much faster if we work together and you'll be rewarded of course. I don't even care for the bounty." She was just following her Master's order and had no interest in riches or valuables. Her Master provided. All Talon wanted was the glory and the praise.

There was a challenge in her sulfur eyes. "Unless you think you don't have what it takes to hunt a shapeshifter? It's one of the hardest hunts after all."

[scrrcwdestined]

That girl is vicious, she's vicious

Got venom in her kisses

She's wicked, she's wicked

Yet somehow so delicious

And I love how she devours me

Just might make her my missus

She's vicious, she's vicious

Got venom in her kisses

(x)

[Feat @gloomfaithed ]

[regulus-regent]

@gloomfaithed continued from [ x ]

Vegeta watched Talon struggle, her form crumpling under some invisible pressure. He scowled, not understanding what was happening but recognizing that it was serious. "This is ridiculous" he muttered under his breath.

With a swift motion, he closed the distance between them and scooped her up in his arms before taking to the air and soared away from the area. He had felt no disturbance, no strange power affecting him, which only added to his irritation. If he had to guess it probably had something to so with the force she had talked about before.

Vegeta felt a surge of irritation—this wasn't how he had planned to spend his time. He needed a competent sparring partner, not someone incapacitated by some invisible force.

Without another word, he took to the sky, flying away from the area as quickly as he could. The wind whipped past them, and he kept his grip firm but careful, mindful of her condition. He wasn't about to let his new sparring partner be taken out by whatever unseen force was affecting her. She'd be useless to him if she remained in this state.

He glanced down at her, still perplexed by her affliction. Being Force-sensitive was beyond his understanding, and it frustrated him to no end. But for now, his priority was getting her to safety and figuring out how to help her recover. Annoyed by the situation but determined, Vegeta pressed on, taking cue's from her body language to see where it would be safe to land again.

[arc-77]

There are two little red she-devils on Fordo's shoulders, and both are telling him it's time to take the gloves off.

Who is he to deny them?

@hexsreality @gloomfaithed

[stargone]

ZHU XUE LI & DARTH TALON : a playlist. ( @gloomfaithed )

1. the alchemy / taylor swift. 2. sugar / sleep token. 3. hit me up / timethai. 4. slow down / chase atlantic. 5. aphrodite / rini. 6. she calls me daddy / king mala. 7. sway / so below. 8. miracle / bad omens. 9. winter soldier / young medicine. 10. cruel / jackson wang. 11. the summoning / sleep token. 12. espresso / sabrina carpenter.

[its-a-full-galaxy]

"In a kinky way or a bad way?" (for Darius)

Dialogue Responses || "I could ruin you."

Darius choked on his drink, coughing hard as he aspirated. It took him a few minutes to calm his coughing fit, but that didn't stop his cheeks from burning with embarrassment. He covered his mouth, still coughing as he tried to regain some of his composure. It didn't work.

Finally, he cleared his throat and tried to look as dignified as a flustered Mandalorian could. "I uh... didn't think you could hear me," he muttered with a forced cough. He tried to think, to get past the shock and stumbling his brain was doing now that he was found out.

He'd meant the former, a stray thought threatening to become a heated daydream. But now that he was on the spot, he wasn't about to admit it.

Darius shook his head. "It's--it's nothing. Just a stray thought muttered out loud."

[barrackbvnny]

“You belong to me” (for Brioola <3)

This is unexpected. Especially from someone so . . . well, for a lack of a better term, intimidating. She’s unsure how to respond, how to process this. Instead her face becomes red hot, flushed and confused as to why this woman is able to fluster her so much. The red twi’lek is far from the friendliest face she’s ever seen. But her tattoos and beautiful head tails make her intimidating in every sense. Her beauty and demeanor make her words carry further than one would imagine. But she cannot disagree with the woman’s statement. Not because wouldn’t dare deny it, but because some part of her likes the idea.

❛ I-I’m- i- uh, i’m not- i’m sure i don’t know what you mean. ❜ Brioola stammers her way through her sentence as she averts eye contact with the twi’lek.

[stargone]

@gloomfaithed.

[regulus-regent]

[ text ] did you get home safe?

TEXTING STARTERS

Sleep came swiftly, dragging him into the depths of unconsciousness without resistance. He barely had time to think about the previous mission or the sparring session with Talon, let alone check his scouter before his mind shut down.

Hours later the prince stirred from his slumber. His eyelids fluttered open as the dim lighting of his quarters greeted him. His muscles ached from overuse and his throat dry but this was nothing new. A quick stretch brought some relief, and as he groggily sat up, rubbing his face as his eyes finally flicked to the small device lying on bed beside him. His scouter blinked with an unread message.

Grabbing it, half-expecting a mission update. Instead he was met with a simple message.

Vegeta blinked at the words, momentarily caught off guard. He hadn't expected Talon to reach out, much less ask if he'd made it back safely. He glanced at the timestamp and realized she had sent it hours ago, probably soon after their sparring session.

For a second he hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He wasn't used to this... casual exchange. His interactions were usually direct, strategic. Concern wasn't something he often recieved, and even less often he did offer it.

But he couldn't just ignore it. That wasn't his style either.

[ text ] I'm alive if that's what you're asking.

[stargone]

@gloomfaithed asked : " how do you stand society events? "

xue li moved to gently intertwine their fingers, squeezing talon's hand as if to comfort the other. she was well aware things like this was not her strongest suit nor something she was ever really taught upon. even as someone with knowledge on how to act according to societal standards, zhu xue li struggled during these parties and events. they were not easy by any means, especially to someone who was in a way very disconnected. there is a pause, trying to figure out the best way to answer that still had some honesty mixed into it. head turns and tilts to look at talon, half smile curling at rouge painted lips as the female stepped closer to the other. " i'm just doing my part. i also look forward to going to bed directly after if i am completely honest with you. " xue li admitted around a laugh, squeezing talon's hand once more for another wave of reassurance.

[sithdestined]

Giving apprentices to Anakin bc he's ill equipped to deal with them and I think it's funny, part one:

Padawans: @oflightsbeam (Hera), @aelvsians (Thea), @shesdaylight (Rapunzel)

Apprentices: @gloomfaithed (Talon)

[stargone]

@gloomfaithed

brooke olimpieri

[its-a-full-galaxy]

⛓️ for Darius 👀

Darius was held on his knees, his arms shackled and held behind his back as his captors presented him to the Sith. Blood dripped down his forehead, a gash from a previous strike making his glower no less menacing.

One of the aliens stepped forward, gesturing to the man. "A Mandalorian aid of former Emperor Fell. One who assisted in Fell's escape," they buzzed as its companion presented his bronze-colored helmet. "We present him to you as a gift, his death a sweet fruit for you to take."

Pale gold eyes smoldered behind damp, dark bangs. There was a fury in those eyes, a promise of violence once he was free, an assurance that had his hands not been bound and his body not forced to his knees, the mercs holding him wouldn't be alive if given the choice.

[its-a-full-galaxy]

It was late at night when Talon snuck through the pitch black darkness. Her target was a sleeping Darius. She crouched, calibrated her move and then pounced on his form like a cat, settling on his chest. She was just playing. "This could have been very dangerous for you. You shouldn't let your guard down," she teased, her eyes glowing yellow in the dark.

Darius should not have been on watch that night. He knew it even before he told Talon he'd take the first watch. He knew it in the ache in his neck from wearing his helmet too long, the fogginess in his thoughts that kept him from thinking too far ahead, and the sigh his entire body seemed to give as he leaned against the wall of a rusted-out hut.

After nearly two weeks of tracking the Clawdite down, they finally found the grifter's regular routes. All they had to do now was wait for them to show up. But finding them had been rigorous. Between using skills he hadn't needed in years and re-exploring a place more developed than the last time he'd seen it, it took every skill and trick Darius had to get this far in the job.

It was exhausting. Not that he'd ever let on with Talon around, she had too much energy for him to even feign exhaustion.

Unfortunately, he was too tired to feign anything right then. As the minutes ticked by, Darius's head began to tilt slightly, his arms folded securely against his chest. Despite his best efforts, the caff and caff concentrate he'd consumed, the Mandalorian tucked his chin against his chest plate as his eyes drooped closed.

A soft snore escaped the Mando, his mind finally making itself at ease when something pricked his mind. Something familiar, mischievous. Nosey?

He heard the Strill in his dream and was about to call to it when something large slammed into him! Instinctively he tried to roll but whatever pounced him was already on top of him, pinning his folded arms to his chest

"Haar'chak!" he barked, still dazed between asleep and awake. "Vi chur ram'or!"

Then he heard the voice and stopped, blinking behind his vizor as he saw just who was on top of him. He blinked a gain and let out an aggravated groan as he wiggled his arms free. He then let out a calming sigh as he rested his hands on either side of her hips.

"Ohhh Talon. Uh, yeah it could've been very dangerous for me, falling asleep while on guard. But not killing me in the first stroke could've been very dangerous for you too. Pouncing a Mandalorian awake is definitely not a step towards a long and healthy life."

He gave a relieved chuckle and looked up at the Sith. "Then again, you seem to like playing with dangerous things. Heh, I hope this doesn't become a regular thing."

[stargone]

@tapalslegacy @gloomfaithed

My strange addiction // Billie Eilish