#again I am looking for like-minded people - not verbal sparring partners - that is literally the ONLY reason I even posted it on here

[viviane-lefay]

AU for Dagan & Santari

… because I absolutely can't accept how things turned out for them - therefore, I made my own, preferred scenario for them.  

I’m not much of a writer, I’m afraid, and I don’t have much experience in storytelling, so this text will mostly be of a descriptive nature, like a plot, if you will - with some parts in between where I comment on certain aspects, sharing my opinion on them. It’s a bit chaotic, but please bear with me. ^^;;

Of course this is just my headcanon, based on my take on these characters & their relationship (more about that here & here), as well as my personal preferences. I mainly wrote this for myself, after all – and, hopefully, some like-minded others.

Anyway, please be nice! If you like it, then that is great - even if you only like some parts … just pick whatever resonates with you. And if you don't - please keep that to yourself, ok!?

Here's (roughly, for now) what I had in mind:

~*~

From what is shown in the game, there is no information about what happened to Santari after she left Koboh.

What if she, after she realized that Zee failed her mission, and there was no one left to release Dagan from his stasis (who would likely remain like this for a prolonged period of time), put herself in a stasis too, linked in duration to his (and, hence, didn't die), because ...

she just couldn't let go of him like this, refusing to give up on believing in him

but also felt that he needed to make a decision for himself, which path to choose undistractedly, and therefore didn't go to release him herself (which he, unfortunately, misinterpreted as yet another abandonment upon his release by Cal - but, then again, he was still traumatized by her turning on him during their last encounter).

Since she left Koboh for good with the remaining ships, it struck me as rather odd that, in the game, you can find her lightsaber hidden in a chest there, located in a sealed passageway.

Why is it on this very planet, of all places!? Shouldn't it rather be in her latest location? Or did she even leave it there on purpose?

Knowing of the significance of the saber for the Jedi, as well as the importance to never lose it (“This weapon is your life.” - Obi-Wan, Ep. II), it makes me wonder if she left behind the life of a Jedi, and just remained a scientist. Since being a Jedi was such an important part of her life, this must have been a very profound decision to make, and maybe even a sacrifice for something of even greater importance to her.

Frankly, her complete disregard for the Jedi council's decision, as well as her further plans, make it pretty clear where her true loyalties and priorities lie - and it's not the Jedi order in this case.

You can see that illustrated very well in the game, when she refuses to turn him in, disobeying a direct order by the council by doing so - which, in itself, is already a huge crime, given his actions and how powerful and dangerous he is. Then, she keeps what happened to Dagan a secret, hides him from them, plotting for him to get away with it all and reach his goals nonetheless.

That she also plans to reunite with him after he is released from stasis indeed raises the question of her potentially having left the order – because to them he is a wanted criminal now – and it would make no sense if she lead him into a trap when she had already put in so much effort into his protection. Imho, her leaving because she chose the man she loves over the Jedi order is definitely the most likely explanation.

That she turned on him in the end is not because of his open rebellion against the order, or his plans regarding Tanalorr - after all she rebelled in her own way, albeit in a more subtle, hidden manner. Her and his goals were the same … the means, however, weren't.

And that is exactly where the problem is - the way he went about it - especially with him turning to the dark side.

She was clearly desperate, terrified to lose him because of this, and tried to stop him for that very reason. She wanted to prevent him from going further down that road.

Ironically, he wasn't able to see that, and, of all things, it was her (perceived) betrayal first and foremost, that caused his actual fall, and further descent after being released from stasis.

Her severing his arm was a complete kneejerk reaction, borne out of her despair, and I’m inclined to believe that it weighed quite heavily on her, and would haunt her from then on.

In the flashback scene you can clearly tell how distressed she is, inside, despite her somewhat level-headed demeanor. How she immediately rushes to him and holds him, calling out for help. Only after he's fallen unconscious, she gives vent to her feelings, doubles over and cries (you can't see her face, but it's fairly obvious that she does).

Aside from the arm issue, their confrontation was quite faltering anyway. You could really tell that neither wanted to do this, let alone hurt the other.

Especially with him, this becomes evident, given what he did to the other Jedi who opposed him, and what he is capable of, combat skills - wise. (I'm sure, Santari is proficient with her lightsaber, but she's not a warrior, like him, who is renowned for his outstanding skills as a duelist. She would have lasted some time, I'll grant her that, but not for long.) Instead he just shoves her away via the force, and also just lightly.

~*~

Anyway, here’s a description of one of the key scenarios I had in mind:

After awakening from her stasis and coming to terms with the historic changes that have taken place, galaxy-wide, Santari prepares for her return to Koboh. Once there, she keeps a low profile, as not to catch too much attention, and to just gather information on the recent happenings there. Troubled by what she learned, she decides to act instead of taking a more passive, observant approach, as she planned earlier.

She barely made it to the observatory in time to interrupt the fight between Dagan, Cal, and Bode, that had just started.

Her sudden appearance unfortunately heated up the situation any further, throwing the already upset Dagan into complete turmoil.

She tried to reason with him, but he was too caught up in his feelings of betrayal, and the version of reality he had so carefully constructed to endure and justify everything, that he just wouldn’t hear her out – not before Tanalorr was secured.

But he would not attack her. After all that had happened between them, he still did not hate her. Anger, yes, resentment for her actions, but hate ... he couldn't bring himself to feel that way towards her - and never would.

Instead, he quickly redirected his rage towards Cal again, and the fight resumed, more furious than before.

Bode, who was getting impatient, inserted himself at some point by starting to fire shots from his blaster at Dagan in quick succession, which were all blocked, but one. Normally, this wouldn't have been a challenge for Dagan, but the whole situation with Santari had thrown him off balance, and he lacked his usual poise.

The damage was but minor, but it jolted not only Dagan awake again, but also Santari, who had been watching the scenario unfold in grief-stricken numbness.

Seeing their chance, Cal and Bode started a coordinated attack from different directions.

This time, he would have been able to both parry Cal's blows, as well as deflect Bode's shots, but an alarmed Santari rushed behind him to block the blaster shots, just in the moment as he spun around and set out to do so himself.

It happened too fast even for him, too unexpected, and the moment was already over before the realization about what had occurred crept in. He could only watch in dismay as his blade struck her, see her falter and fall, only to be caught by him, just before she would hit the ground, and hear himself crying out her name, holding her seemingly lifeless body in his arms, as the world zeroed in on her and her mere existence, and a wave of mind-numbing pain and regret washed over him.

As he holds her close, he notices that she is still breathing, albeit weakly, and thus still alive, despite her serious injury. Desperate to save her, he carefully picks her up and sets out in a rush to carry her to the nearest medical facility.

Just as he got up, an incensed and clearly impatient Bode steps in his way and shouts at him, demanding the compass, which at the time is still in Dagan’s possession.

Aware that any further delay would come at the cost of Santari’s life, Dagan, who is beyond caring at this point, snatches the compass from his belt and dismissively tosses it in Bode’s direction, before storming off.

~*~

Frankly, in his case I think a profound shock such as this is necessary to snap him out of his rather set thought- and behavioural patterns and to truly make him question his actions.

It is also important that it was Dagan, of all people, to strike her down, and not her being hit by an attack by Bode or Cal. If it had been the latter, it wouldn’t have had such a transformative effect on him in the way the proposed scenario did, as it would have just provided an opportunity for him to further project onto others, and to redirect his anger towards his opponents any further.

Accidentally hurting the woman he loves, himself, with no one else to lay the blame on, would finally be the catalyst for him to shift his focus inwards and recognize the error of his decisions and actions - that it was his own pride and obstinacy that led to this outcome - and then to take accountability.

Above all I want him to realize (or rather remember) that he loves Santari more than anything in the universe, that he would do anything for this woman, and would gladly sacrifice anything for her - be it Tanalorr, his pride, any other ambition of his, whatever the cost - that all these things are meaningless without her, and that he is willing to forego it all, if only she is alive and well.

Basically, I want them to have this "reverse anidala" theme, where the man's love for the woman, and his strong attachment to her, instead of spelling his doom, ultimately is the key factor that saves him from the dark side, initiating a profound transformation within him, which also leads to his redemption arc.

You know, in Star Wars foreshadowing (especially via dialogue) has always been a huge theme. More often than not, there was a deeper meaning hidden somewhere, which would become evident during the course of the story.

A prime example of this is Obi-Wan's remark to Anakin: "Why do I get the feeling that you're going to be the death of me?", or when Anakin says to Padmé: "The thought of not being with you - I can't breathe." These are all allusions to things that have not yet come to pass, but eventually will.

In Dagan's case, this one line, spoken to Santari in a Force Echo, really stood out to me as such a potentially prophetic statement:

"You're the only one who can guide me back."

In the scene itself they were talking about Dagan's perilous mission to fly into the Koboh Abyss. I found the choice of name for this nebula quite interesting on a symbolic level, as the word "abyss” (which, in myth, was a term used to describe the underworld, and even the hellish realms - a dark and dreadful place) could very well stand as a perfect analogy for the dark side, and getting lost therein.

As we saw, Santari’s betrayal and her loss of course had been a major factor in his fall, there is no deying that (for instance, we see that this particular memory was the crucial one to truly complete the bleeding of his lightsaber’s kyber crystal).

In the game's canon, however, we are merely confronted with a missed opportunity. There was no Santari anymore - she was long since gone - so he had to deal with this ultimate loss on top of his already existing trauma, and all that was left for him was to cling like a madman to the only remaining thing that had a connection to her, which was Tanalorr. And it was pretty clear that his emotional ties to Santari were a pivotal aspect of his obsession with this planet.

So, in my AU I want to explore what would have happened, if Dagan had been given that chance, and Santari would have been there, after all, "guiding him back" - or rather her being the catalyst for him, to give him the hope and strength to walk this path himself, as it actually is his love for her that truly guides him back:

That this would be possible is pretty much a given, as there were other characters that were way further gone, darkside-wise, than he was, that also turned back to the light - prime example being Anakin Skywalker, of course.

(The original) Star Wars has always been all about hope, faith, and making the seemingly impossible possible – at its core it has always been deeply optimistic, with a firm belief in and emphasis on the good in mankind. If you're looking for nihilist, cynical portrayals and outcomes ... sorry, wrong universe. (If that is the shit you want, then try Game of Thrones, ffs!)

No one believed that Anakin could be saved, except for Luke, and Padmé, who expressed her unwavering faith in Anakin's innate goodness and his ability turn back with her dying breath.

More cynical minds would probably say that both Luke's, and Padmé's judgements were clouded by their feelings for Anakin - except that this wasn't the case - quite the opposite, in fact.

As for Padmé - she might not have been able to acknowledge the warning signs of his imminent fall in the moment, but she certainly felt that something troubling was going on. However, concerning the nature of his being, her perception couldn’t have been any more accurate.

After all it was her, who had this profound and intimate connection to him, who knew him better and deeper than anyone else, and, for that very reason, was able to perceive something in him that the others just couldn't. And she was a woman with a sharp mind and common sense, and her reasoning was absolutely sound.

And, yes, she was vindicated in the end!

I see that very much mirrored in Santari, her unwavering faith in Dagan, and her unwillingness to give up on him.

Here's her expressing her conviction in a force echo scene, that took place after her confrontation with Dagan, and right after he was put in the bacta tank:

"The council may have given up on you, but I know who you truly are, Dagan. Even if you yourself have forgotten..."

Of course she knows! It has been hinted at in the game multiple times that these two have known each other for a long time, are very, very close, and share a deep bond based on mutual trust, amongst other things. So, this conviction of hers is very much built on the fact that she knows him better, deeper, and more intimately than anyone else - that she knows things about him that no one else knows, has seen a side of him that no one else has ever seen. That she is the only one able to see him truly as the way he is, and is, therefore, the only one able to make a sound judgement of him and what he is capable of - or isn't.

This woman is anything but a sentimental fool, not only is she a fucking genius, she also possesses great wisdom, discernment, patience, and self-control, so, of course, there is substance to her claims, regardless of the fact that she is in love with him.

~*~

That said, I’ll now continue to describe the scenario for my AU:

Cal had been watching everything unfold with conflicting emotions, and he could not deny that the tragic turn of events on his opponent’s side affected him.

Ever since he saw them together in the force echoes, Cal has always had his suspicions about the true nature of the feelings the two Jedi harboured for each other, and now he saw the undeniable truth right in front of his eyes.

As much as he resented Dagan’s previous actions - seeing this proud man so broken and forlorn, clasping the lifeless form of his lost love to his bosom, he could not help but empathize with him, being all too familiar with love and loss himself.

It did impress him no less to see Dagan, moments later, relinquish the key to Tanalorr - to his discovery, his home, his ambitions, and his great obsession - without a moment’s hesitation, as not to lose time for saving his beloved.

At the same time, Bode’s behaviour in this situation filled him with indignation. How was this any better than Dagan’s previous conduct towards them!? It was not. If anything, it was just as unscrupulous, and that was not how he wanted to be, or to act.

Maybe it was his sense of justice, maybe it was a surge of sympathy, maybe both, that made him turn and go after Dagan, who had just disappeared through the door.

Even so, his sudden reappearance, was met by a furious glare by Dagan who was in no mood to tolerate any further delays, not believing Cal’s claim of only wanting to help. So Cal just prompted BD-1 to act, who immediately understood and administered the last health stim in his possession to Santari, who indeed seemed to show a response.

Dagan, who was too caught up in his concern for Santari just shot him a glance, before rushing off again. However short it had been, the surprise and relief in his eyes had still been visible - as well as a hint of gratitude, or so Cal believed.

From behind, Bode urged him to leave, but he refused, saying he would follow later. He needed time to reflect.

As he made his way back down, hours later, walking through the corridors, he passed by the medical ward. He stopped and stood there, wondering what had become of Santari - if his help had made any difference, however small, even if it meant that she just barely made it, and if, at this point, she was still alive after all.

With a mixture of curiosity and concern, he entered the hallway that led to the examination room. The door was still left open and he slowly made his way to the front, so he could catch sight of what was going on inside.

On the surgery couch, connected to a device that was monitoring her vital parameters, there was a still unconscious, but alive Santari.

Inclined towards her, Dagan was sitting by her side, lost in thought, holding her hand in his remaining one, his eyes fixated on the delicate features of the woman in front of him. His expression was full of sorrow and longing, yet above it all there was a deep affection gracing his handsome face, displaying a tenderness, Cal wouldn’t have associated with him before.

How long had he been watching over her like this, Cal wondered. Night had almost passed, and the horizon was already lighting up in a faint violet.

Daring not to interrupt the scene, he slowly turned, moving as silently as he could, when a deep voice, lowly but firmly, commanded him to wait. He did not know how and when, but somewhere along the line Dagan must have taken notice of his presence.

He again turned to face the Jedi master, who sat still, immovable, in his spot. Even now, as Dagan spoke on, his gaze remained, dwelling upon his beloved.

“When she was examined, I was informed, that it was your medicine that had made a difference, after all. Without it, I would have lost her.”, he concluded, his voice raw with unexpressed emotion. A moment of silence followed, an indrawn breath.

“Thank you!”

Although greatly humbled by the previous events, it must not have easily passed his lips … and yet, he seemed to feel the need to express this to him. A declaration so simple, as it was powerful, genuine, heartfelt.

Cal could appreciate that, inquiring if there was a chance she might make it now that her condition had stabilized at last.

Dagan nodded, ascertaining that until then, he would remain by her side and keep vigil over her quiescent state, waiting for a sign, however long it would take.

In case she woke again, he expressed his hopes that, should they meet again, may this be on better terms than their past encounters.

In case she did not … he paused with a pained expression, briefly closing his eyes, before continuing … then this should now be his bidding him a final farewell.

Cal, understanding the unspoken message, dared not pursue the question any further, and instead agreed expressly to Dagan’s sentiment regarding better future relations, before taking his leave.

Still deep in thought, he returned to his friends, who were already waiting for him at the Mantis, ready to take off for Jedha.

For Dagan, a long vigil remained, that would last another night and day, hours of uncertainty and doubt wearing on in a gruellingly slow pace.

In the silence that surrounded him, the voices in his mind kept on howling all the louder, seized with remorse, confronting him with every decision he made, every action he took - that ultimately led to this result, that he now realized were wrong - in an unceasing and damning judgement.

“If she dies, it is your fault!”, they would scream, and he knew there was nothing he could say to deny their allegations, that lessened his guilt in this matter even for one bit. That was the hardest thought to bear – that it was him, his pride, his obstinacy, and impatience, who had brought about this misery, him, of all people, who hurt her – the one he loved the most.

At this point, the voices that wondered about the “what if”s and “what could have been”s chimed in, telling him the tantalizing tale of chances lost, and all the roads not taken. If only he had listened to her …

At last, a breathed sigh that signalled her waking pulled him out of his thoughts, after a time that felt like an eternity, spent in his personal purgatory.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open to reveal the soft brown gaze that he so often had lost himself in, that he was again losing himself in in this very moment. With quivering lips, he uttered her name, his voice shaky and raw.

Her mouth silently forming the syllables of his name in response, and the accompanying expression, the longing he felt mirrored in her eyes, were enough to push him over the edge.

A sudden, hot wave of emotion overtook him and before he knew, their lips were locking, and he was kissing her with a desperate, fervent hunger he had not known before – not like this.

When he finally let go, his eyes were moist, and two rivulets of tears, shed out of relief and regret in equal measure, were trickling down his face. His heart was screaming and pleading her to forgive him, but the words just barely escaped his mouth. Dainty fingers reached up and softly brushed his cheek, concern and understanding in her eyes.

Just as he set on to speak again, she just lightly shook her head and pulled him in once more.

Slender arms wound tightly around his broad shoulders, and her hands delved deep into the silver masses of his hair, silken strands between her fingers.

His own remaining arm gently slid behind her back, supported by his force-conjured limb, to pull her up and close, always careful not to put too much pressure on her still fragile and healing form. Still, his hand was clutching the fabric of her tunic so hard it was almost shaking, clinging to her with the urgency of a drowning man.

As short and intense their previous kiss was, it was merely a prelude to the additional sweetness and depth of the one they shared now. She yielded under his touch like delicate flower petals under the rain, sinking back into the crook of his arm, as his lips were bearing down on hers with the full weight and ardour of the love he could not contain anymore.

After what seemed like ages, and yet too soon, their lips slowly parted, softly grazing, catching and releasing each other in feverish zeal in between, reluctant to let go.

They would remain, tightly entangled in their embrace, for a long while, trying to steady themselves, their breath still shaky from their madly racing heart. Trying to make up for the loss of his hand, that would have come up to rest at her face at this point, he inclined, giving her nose a gentle nudge with his own.

Santari, who knew the mannerisms of her beloved like no other, picked up his unspoken intention. Memories came welling up, unbidden, in a wave of guilt and regret that had never left her since their altercation on the Shattered Moon, overtaking her mind and finding their final release in a strangled sob, with her own heart begging for a forgiveness it would never grant itself, but knew it was already given by the one her plea was directed towards.

Like an answer, his cheek came to rest against hers, and their tears mingled, building bit by bit into a torrent, running in silence, until one of them finally rose to speak.

And there was so much to speak about, so much that they had to tell each other, that finally had to be said.

As they talked, they made their way up again, towards the top level of the observatory, with Santari leaning on Dagan for support, who had wrapped his arm around her in a protective manner, steadying her, attending her along the way, walking slowly, carefully.

When they arrived, the sun was nearing the horizon, painting the sky in a gradient of fire, that, itself, was fading into the darkening blue of the falling night, wherein the most luminous stars were already glimmering, scattered across the celestial landscape.

They sat down in the spot they so often had frequented once, two centuries in the past, gazing at the starlit sky, dreaming together. His arm remained, tightly wound around her and she sank into his embrace again, as he patiently, intently listened to her, before it was his turn again to speak, in an exchange that would yet become hours of unburdening their hearts.

It was already deep into the night when Dagan’s exhaustion eventually made itself known, getting the better of him after his prolonged, untiring vigil without rest. So, they laid down, snuggled up to each other on their makeshift bed under the stars, heads rested on his cloak, turned into a pillow for them both, and under Santari’s loving and watchful gaze, he finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep – this time, with her keeping guard over him instead.

He woke to her humming, the caressing, feathery touch of her fingers running through his hair, and a smile as warm as the rays of the midday sun that now stood at its zenith in the sky. She was still in the same position she occupied last night, concerned not to rouse him all too early, but also not entirely willing to remove herself from his embrace either, savouring the languid hours of a morning slept-in in the arms of her love, something they were but seldomly granted to do in the past, watching the expression of serenity and peace gracing his exquisitely fair face.

She already felt better, invigorated even, and so did Dagan, who had regained his usual strength after his long overdue night’s rest.

Both agreed that it was now time for them to leave and they set out for the landing platform on which Santari’s ship was stationed.

The ship was an old relic from a bygone era, that Dagan immediately recognized as his own, that, despite its age and traces of usage, had served him well during his countless expeditions, bearing him to many faraway places, just as it now had borne her here.

So, instead of choosing a new one, she took his old ship and made it her own, just as he had planned to do with her droid. He could not help but chuckle at the thought.

Granted, it was an elegant vessel, with its streamlined form, and tasteful, spacious interior, that in its day had its use as the private transport of some aristocrat – at least that is what the previous owner had told him. What most stood out about it, though, was its great maneuverability and speed, that even time and use did not diminish – qualities that, aside from his own outstanding capabilities as a pilot, carried him through the Abyss and back again.

Whereto would it carry them now?

That was the one question that still remained. Where did they go now, without a home to return to!?

But the answer was - it did not matter – truly, it never did. All he knew and all that did matter now, was that he could go anywhere, anyplace, as long as she was with him. His true and only home was her - the home he could not live without, the home that he never wanted to be parted from again.

As he expressed these sentiments to her, he gave in to the thought that had been occupying his mind during the lonesome hours of his vigil, a rekindled dream of yore.

He took a step back, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers and his gaze, strangely intense, took on an almost imploring quality. Like this, he remained for a moment, his breath shaky, then he sank to his knee, finally daring to ask the once forbidden question that had long since been burning in his heart.

With a gasp of disbelief and recognition, her eyes widened …

It had been a secret dream of theirs, something they once had wondered about - she remembered it like yesterday - born in a blissful moment, as they lay in each other’s arms, snuggled together after lovemaking and immersed in the other’s eyes, exchanging drowsy kisses every now and again, they were envisioning what life would have been like for them together if they were no Jedi, dreaming up a possible scenario … just a woman and a man, bound by no other vows but the one that tied them together as one.

And they would go on - imagining the home they would have built and shared together, a small sanctuary just for the two of them - until they drifted off to sleep, only to wake up again in the life they had - the life of a scientist and a knight of the order, and a love lived in secrecy. Because that was all it was – just a fond wish, a lovely fantasy far beyond their grasp. Tanalorr was the closest they got, and yet it had been taken from them.

But now … times had changed - the order was gone, the Jedi but few, their doctrine a mere relic of the past, and they were free – free to do whatever they pleased – a second chance to try and seize, but even now she would not have dared to believe, to hope, he would be so bold and act – to actually ask her – and yet here they were.

Too overwhelmed to speak, she just stood there for a moment, her hand cupped over her quivering lips, gulping back a sob, before she fell down into his arms, finally blurting out the answer he so longed to hear. With a deep sigh of relief, betraying how tense and nervous he must have felt, he pulled her close and kissed her in his characteristic, passionate manner that always made her knees go weak.

~*~

Frankly, I don't think the assumption that they might have these desires is all that unreasonable, considering they had this dream of a shared home, that was at the core of their overarching plans of building a temple, and achieving great things for the order.

This is especially strong with Dagan … first of all – because it is mentioned by him in the game (along with other things being heavily implied).

When he bleeds his kyber crystal, his voice takes on an increasingly agitated tone, finally peaking when he refers to Tanalorr as “my home” - not his project, his contribution to the order, but his home - and then, when he mentions Santari’s betrayal, everything explodes.

Of course, you also, if not especially, need to consider his formative years as a slave on Arkania (at least how I imagine them to be like), and the influence these had on his needs and desires.

So, why should marrying the woman he loves not be one of these desires!? Maybe not of Dagan the knight, with his lofty and noble ambitions, but of Dagan the man, carrying this wish in his most secret heart.

It definitely sounds like something he would want, and actually act upon once he sees a chance – after all, he’s a very emotionally passionate person, prone to follow his heart’s desire, as well as his instincts more than anything else (just like Anakin), and someone who doesn’t give a f*** about conventions (also very much like Anakin, who also happens to be not the only Jedi ever to have tied the knot, btw – it is said there have always been some to have done this despite the “rules”).

Imho, he’d totally dig this idea of the completely committed nature of marriage, this absolute and unbreakable bond, as well as showing Santari his undying love and devotion this way. And the fact, that it’s very much an official thing – even better! The whole galaxy has to know, too!

As for Santari … I think her sentiments are absolutely the same, but she’s, of course, more the sober-minded and patient one, but not any less strong-willed, nor any less stubborn and defiant than him, if she truly wants something, mind you - it’s just that her nature allows her to act in a far more subtle manner.

One thing is certain - their actions have more than proven that their priorities and loyalties lie, first and foremost, with each other, and no one else!

Ultimately, I feel, getting married is such a great choice for them, because of their bond that runs so deep - a love that is not only profound and strong, but also enduring - and the magnitude of their attachment that is already present.

Sealing this bond in marriage - while being of singular personal importance to them, of course - would only be a symbolic act, in the end, to make said bond visible to the outside world. So, regarding their status as force user and Jedi, it would hardly have any relevance, as the attachment is already there anyway, as I said.

[ Btw, I can’t stand the attitude that emotional commitment and attachment has to be this exclusively negative thing, with predominantly negative consequences. It is said to only lead to the dark side, but, Imho, there is so much potential for the positive in these bonds – if only they can be channeled in a favourable direction.

Only a bond as deep and as powerful as this would be able to produce the emotional impulse of a magnitude strong enough to tear someone away from the grasp of the dark side for good, as was seen with Anakin. I’m actually more than a little surprised that this fact gets overlooked so constantly. Shame!

Besides - as if Jedi hooking up, sleeping around and just leaving with unfazed detachment because “muh rules”, even becoming deadbeat dads in the process, is any better … WTF! And no, producing force sensitive children and potential initiates for the order is no excuse. Ugh, I hate this argument! Whoever must have come up with that must have been a massive fuckboy…

Dagan definitely isn’t such a guy – quite the opposite, in fact!

Good that Luke got rid of that stupid mindset and rule! After all, his father fell, to a significant degree, just because of it. And I wonder how many Jedi did as well, who remain unmentioned – let alone the hearts that got broken because of it. ]

Maybe Tanalorr was the attempt to reconcile these two sides (the two Jedi versus the man and the woman), and make this dream, which he shared with Santari, a reality.

And, of course, "what happens in the Temple on Tanalorr stays in the Temple on Tanalorr", as I read somewhere. ;)

~*~

Some hours later, they were off, heading to Coruscant, leaving Koboh behind for a while, to accomplish what they had planned to do.

At Santari’s urging, they made a stopover at the nearest medical center, for Dagan to finally get a cybernetic replacement for his lost arm. Still full of remorse over what happened on the Shattered Moon base, she felt unable to find any peace of mind until at least the visible signs of the damage, that her saber had wrought, were undone. Dagan, who still felt the pain of his own regret as acutely, perceived her sorrow despite her composed demeanor, drew her in his still one-armed embrace, and tried to cheer her up, voicing his support of the idea, as it would enable him to hold her again like he used to. The prospect, as well as the disarming nonchalance in which it was stated, the playful smirk and the twinkle in his eye, still managed to conjure a smile on her face.

When they returned to Koboh two weeks later, now a married couple, they first made a visit to Pyloon’s Saloon, to look for Zee, as Santari had learned of her whereabouts after her initial arrival on the planet, and was looking forward to meet her old assistant, hoping for her to join them again – especially after the restoration of her memory.

Just as they wanted to enter the saloon, the Mantis emerged in the skies and landed on its usual place on the platform – Cal, Merrin, Greez, and Kata disembarked and came their way.

Cal, who was still reeling from Bode’s betrayal and loss, a downcast and sombre expression darkening his face, lightened up a little at their sight, seeming almost glad to see them.

Once inside, they were about to exchange greetings, still a little tense despite their recently changed, now more amicable relations, when Zee, who had recognized their voices from above, rushed down to greet them, only to be brought up short at the sight of Dagan, of whom she took note with no little bewilderment and shock, the memory of their last encounter still present in her mind.

But when the delicate figure, that clung to his side, his arm gently placed around her, turned her head in Zee’s direction and was immediately recognized as her old master, she came heading towards her in exuberant spirits, an overjoyed exclamation of “Master Khri!” ringing out of her vocalizer, and immediately assailed her with a plethora of questions, inquiring to know about the reason of her sudden appearance, which also aroused the attention of the others in their circle.

Santari explained everything Zee, as well as the others, wanted to know, in her usual calm and patient manner. It was the instant, when she was speaking about Dagan, referring to him as her husband, that took everyone by surprise, and for a moment there was silence.

While it was, by now, known to everyone but Zee, that the bond between Santari and Dagan was one of love (thanks to Cal’s account), none of them had expected the two Jedi to take it a step further and actually wed, in complete defiance of the rules the Order had instilled into them from early on.

Rules that were quickly brought up by the nonplussed droid, who just couldn’t believe her master would ever go against this doctrine - and now seemed so unconcerned about it, happy even, exchanging enamoured glances with her now-husband, who put his affections on display with a boldness that would have made Zee blush, had she been able to.

Curious enough, no one else seemed to have any objections, and, she didn’t know if she read it right, but there seemed to be a subtle note of approval, respect even, colouring the voice of young Cal Kestis, as he joined Merrin in expressing his congratulations to his fellow Jedi.

Following this, the conversation quickly evolved into a discussion about the recent events.

Eventually, they came to the conclusion that it was best to unite regarding the settlement on Tanalorr, as well as the redevelopment of the Jedi temple, and the new directions the teachings should be taken to.

The only matter left to sort out now were the Bedlam Raiders, and what was to happen with them, now that Dagan, their leader, and the only person with enough influence to rein them in, was to depart to Tanalorr.

That is what they were now planning to take care of, before starting their journey together with the others.

Before they set out for the Raiders’ Lucrehulk headquarters, Santari pulled a small device out of her pocket, a data carrier of sorts, and quickly restored Zee’s memory.

Out of consideration, the latter was allowed to wait in the Saloon for their return, instead of joining them on their mission to the place that still held nothing but bad memories for her. Greez, however, was grateful to have someone to help him with the preparations for the upcoming relocation.

~*~

So much for the key part of my AU.

Of course, there is more, but the most important aspect, the big turning point, has been dealt with here.

[evakuality]

Are you still taking meta prompts? I would love to hear your thoughts on Isak and Sana’s friendship. I read a comment a while back about how this friendship seemed so unlikely, but in my mind there are many good reasons why they could become ‘best buds’, including how similar they are in many respects. What do you think?

For the record, yes I am definitely still taking meta prompts.  I’m having a lot of fun with this and it’s nice how many different types of questions I’ve been getting

I can see what those people mean, anon, about why this friendship seems ‘unlikely’ – I mean, this is a closed off, bro-ish boy who is snarky and sarcastic and seems like a flaky player to the outside world, and a blunt, opinionated girl who has no patience for people who disagree and whose personal biggest issue is people who fuck over their friends.  Isak literally fucked over both Eva and Jonas (and when she says that he had just been thoughtless about Eva again), and Sana doesn’t have the easiest exterior to break through particularly for someone who is isolated himself, so it’s not a surprise that on paper they look incompatible.

But, the lovely thing is that they are actually a really nice pair when we dig in deeper.  They’re both incredibly competitive and they both have a desperate need to be the best and do the best.  And okay, Isak can be a little lazy at times but his deep seated desire to be on top still fuels him, even if he doesn’t quite push himself enough at certain times (and his grades fall correspondingly).  They are also both certainly very good students, and I think that while they resented being told to work together to start with, they soon realized that together they could be better than before.  This is probably the axis on which they are most alike and so despite the prickly nature of some of their earlier interactions, this is why they stuck with it.  For want of a better word, they decided that they could each give the other impetus and the competition they needed.  Yes, they’re also both stubborn and dislike being disagreed with, and Sana in particular will query even textbooks if they don’t agree with her, but even so I think they kind of enjoy the battle?  The sparring keeps them intellectually stimulated and even if they disagree there’s the satisfaction of a hard fought discussion where neither one will just give up to keep the peace.  That must be refreshing; to have someone you can bounce ideas off who will allow themself to be challenged and challenge you back.

They’re also, of course, both minorities who can be misunderstood and discriminated against.  This means that once they start to respect each other (and they do; it’s obvious they are both bright and ‘worthy’ partners so they do get to that point where there’s mutual respect even before they’re actually friends), they start to open up about this stuff.  But even before that, when Isak is quick to jump to Sana’s defence about the hijab, it’s obvious that they have insight into the issues surrounding the other one even if at that point Sana probably doesn’t know why.  Once Sana figures out the whole ‘Isak is gay’ thing, they do become closer.   There are things that I don’t find compelling about some of the conversations they have around these issues of being a minority, but it’s clear that they value each other’s opinions, they have a good understanding of what it’s like to feel outside and alone even if they don’t often actually verbalize that to each other.  The fact that they respect each other intellectually means that they are able to see each other in ways that aren’t just ‘gay’ or ‘Muslim’ or even some of the other ways people might see them (like being a player, or a blunt asshole etc).  So even before they actually start having the deeper heart to hearts, there’s a shared understanding there that may not be articulated a lot but which still shines through.  And I do think that for Sana, the moment where Isak called out the teacher for racism (even if he was just doing it to protect the weed), was a big turning point in how she looked at him.  And for him, her admitting she was wrong and that there is a ‘reason’ for homosexuality was his.  Those are the points where they start to see that the other isn’t just an annoying person they’re being forced to work with but could be an ally and maybe even a friend.  And in Isak’s case, by the time Sana admits she’s wrong, he already shows he respects her opinion (her words on homosexuality definitely affected him because he cares what she thinks), and so the apology/admission is just the catalyst for an actual friendship rather than the moment where he thinks she might be okay.  He already feels that.

So, while it might look on the surface like this is a pairing that shouldn’t work, they actually have a lot going on that means they can and do connect.  It’s not a friendship that happens immediately and it progresses from reluctant respect to actual friendship and ‘best buds’ territory, but that’s part of what makes it special.  It’s one that will probably last because it grew organically and because they do have a good understanding of each other and are similar in a lot of ways.  This lets them be vulnerable with each other while maintaining respect; they both earned it from each other over time and that’s a lovely thing.

[greekowl87]

Fic: Chicago Layover Pt 3

Catch up.  Part One. Part Two.

A/N: This is shorter than I intended but I have writer’s block. Also, another confession, I suck at writing smut. I’ve written it twice if you include the last chapter. So that’s what the next part will be, once I move past that writer’s block.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Borrowing.

Morning.

Mulder could hear the soft snoring coming from next to him. Somehow during the night, Scully had rolled over and taken a majority of the blankets with her. He chuckled softly to himself. This would make for some interesting teasing if he ever choose to use it. In fact, he wished he had a polaroid camera with him just so he could have that moment to keep forever. He got out of bed slowly so not to disturb her, throwing his legs over the bed to stretch his sore muscles. He padded to the other side of the bed and took one more gander at Scully.

She literally looked like a burrito, or a piece of sushi, with the only part of her sticking out was her head. Her red hair fanned out around her face like a lion’s mane, with her mighty small snore sounding just like a roar. The past thirty-six hours had been so worth it.

Mulder shifted his gaze from her back outside. The storm still showed no signs of letting up. He flicked on the tv to the local news. He watched the unfamiliar Chicago news team.

“Well, if you’re just joining us, we hope you are still safe and sound,” the woman anchor started. “Because this snow won’t let up.”

“That’s right, Carol,” the man continued. Footage flashed of cars stuck in snow, hazardous road conditions, the airport frozen, and a few brave souls trying to make it in the streets. “The city and airport are still shut down. O'Hara isn’t expecting flights to resume for at least another 48 hours. Unless it is an absolute emergency, city officials and emergency services are imploring people not to go out. With that being said, let’s go to our weatherman, the man with the plan, Don Henderson. Don?”

“Thanks, Jim.”

Mulder watched the aged meteorologist babble on about the forecast, how the weather was not getting any better. The snow totals were mounting close to two feet but the snow would be ending in the evening and then they were going to attempt to try and catch a flight back to Washington. Honestly, though, he wouldn’t mind spending one more day in this little hotel room. He debated attempting to get the Bureau to reimburse him but he found himself a little prideful and considered this entire thing as something he was doing for Scully.

They still had a full day left and weren’t supposed to leave until tomorrow afternoon. He had only seen the tip of the glacier of what they could be. All the day was cuddle and he got to fulfill one of his fantasies with her, and it had been amazing, to say the least. He felt his heart grow even more, filling with love, pride, and gratefulness. He could not the remember the last time he had felt like this. Just this contentment, warmth, and happiness. He liked it.

“Mmm…” He heard the very uneloquent grunt come from the blanket burrito. “Fuck. Mulder!”

He kept his chuckle silent as he stood over his partner. “You ringed, Scully?”

“What did you do to me?” She was squinted at him and made a useless effort to untangle herself.

“Stay still,” he said softly. He bent down and kissed her before his deft hands began to unravel her from the blanket burrito. “As much as you want to blame me, I wish I had been in there with you. How did you manage that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She relaxed as Mulder helped untangle her and felt her heart jump when his warm hands caught hers. “I don’t snore, contrary to what you say, and I most certainly did not do that.”

He held his tongue but merely smiled and he felt her instantly relax. He liked the rare, relaxed Scully. It was a true joy. “We still have a full twenty four hours, Scully,” he teased.

Scully felt emboldened with the moment, almost reckless, but she knew she was safe because it was Mulder. “Twenty-four hours?”

“Twenty four hours,” he parroted.

“Twenty four hours to be as platonic as possible,” she teased. “I am going to take a shower and change into something else. Do you mind if I borrow a tee shirt, Mulder?”

He licked his lips at the thought, which was not lost on Scully. “Of course,” he coughed, clearing his throat. He went to his bag and grab one of Knick’s tee shirt and handed it to her. “Um, would you like any help?”

“Maybe later,” she said, walking past him. “We could go searching for Big Blue in the whirlpool. In the meantime, why don’t you order us some breakfast?”

There was going to be a later.

“I’ll run downstairs and see if they have a newspaper as well,” he said softly.

She nodded and got on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Don’t take too long.”

… .

Mulder could not help from grinning as he hit the down button on the elevator. This was still happening. He and Scully and they hadn’t even gotten to grand finale yet. He really just wanted to take her to bed right now and be done with it. While he suspected…no, he knew. He knew it would be mind-blowing. Six years of foreplay and verbal sparring between them to come down to one moment. Why not prolong it a bit more and play this platonic friendship game? Even though there had been nothing platonic about yesterday afternoon when he got to act out one of his fantasies.

The elevator finally landed in the lobby and he stepped out to see it just as desolate as when they checked in. He walked to the front desk and smiled slightly seeing the young lady that had to check them in the night previously.

“Just get here?” Mulder asked casually.

“Never left,” the front desk person replied. “But the hotel is good. They give us food and board when the weather gets like this and I’m getting paid time and a half during this storm so I can’t complain. How is everything so far, sir?”

“Fine,” he replied, smiling. “Just fine.”

The front desk woman chuckled and went back to her work. He wondered if it was that obvious. Mulder picked up one of the complimentary copies of ‘The Chicago Tribune.’ He glanced at the little shop next to the front desk that held basics like toiletries, candy, soda, and even bottles of wine. He nodded to the goodies. “Do you all do room charges?”

“Yes. I just need a card for the account.”

“Can you use the one I gave you at check-in?”

“Yep.”

Mulder went over to the little shop and picked out a bottle of red and some of Scully’s favorite chocolates. She would probably kill him. But he remembered there time chasing mothmen in Flordia when she brought him mini bottles of chardoay and cheese from the gas station and he ignored the obvious sign. Like hell he was going to make the same mistake twice.

… .

Scully’s shower was quick. She just needed to feel human again after almost going 36 hours without a shower. She toweled herself dry, combed her wet hair back, and pulled on Mulder’s pilfered Knick’s shirt. She sighed, looking herself in the mirror. She did not see Scully staring at her. She saw Dana. The Dana that enjoyed cuddling in bed, sleeping in, doing nothing, and just being carefree. But the part of her self that she normally kept hidden, Dana the woman, was peeking through the cracks too. She wondered if Mulder saw her like this too.

“Scully, I’m back. I got us the paper too.”

She smiled to herself. Well, if he didn’t see her now, he would. She left the bathroom and saw him stop dead in his tracks. Oh yeah. He’s noticing. She took the newspaper from his arm and the plastic bag from him, feeling his eyes roam her body. “What did you get?” she asked.

“Um…” Mulder coughed, trying to clear his throat. “To quote you, it gonna be a part-tay.”

She arched an eyebrow and looked down into the bag and saw the wine and her favorite chocolates. “Part-tay,” she mumbled affectionately. She looked back up and saw something in his eyes that made her feel hot to the core. “You’re not going to run off looking for some ghost ship or Chicago yet, are you, Mulder?”

He shook his head wordlessly. She took a few steps forward and picked imaginary fuzzies from his tee shirt. She trailed her fingers lightly southwards down his chest. His breath hitched and he tensed as she lightly caressed his thigh instead. She nodded in approval. “Best order breakfast again,” she said, walking away. “I imagine we have a lot of platonic activities planned.”

God, was she trying to kill him, he thought giddily.

[lanonima]

Last night I was posed three questions about the Sanaki/Naesala ship. At the time I was more interested in eating pizza and watching movies with my roommates because I have a life both outside this website and Fire Emblem (take a moment to control your surprise). But the cats woke me up at 5:30 and I have nothing to do until the washer is done so I’m going to answer them in excessive detail because I’m bored out of my mind but also because I never talk in depth about any ship except Lyn/Hec and that’s a disservice.

1: Why ship Sanaki with anyone?

Outside of Lyn and Soren, Sanaki is my all-time fave FE character. And most people like to think about their faves growing old, banging someone hot, and having a passel of little hellions to occupy their time with. IDK why does anyone ship anyone? Goodness.

2: Why ship her with someone centuries older than her?

Bad news everyone, vampires are cancelled forever. And gods, fairies, elves...idk dragons and sexy aliens? All cancelled. Guess I better take that gay knight/dragon romance I’m working on and chuck it in the trash b/c Patrice is an undefined number of decades/centuries older than her partner.

Humans have been thinking and writing about sexy ForeverYoungs loving and bedding humans since the dawn of time, why am I not allowed to do it?

Bringing this back to the game...how much older do you think Almedha is to Ashnard? How much older was Lehran to his partner? Are Ena and Rajaion the same age? Maybe, maybe not. Does it matter? They’re both “young adult” by the way they look so they’re the same reproductive age at least.

3: Why Naesala?

(HAWK DO NOT READ THIS, SPOILERS AHEAD)

Sanaki is a young girl who cares so deeply about her people and her country, but also about addressing the wrongs of the past and moving on to create a better future. She’s also a hellion who has no one in her life to engage her sense of humor except maybe Sephiran and he’s always gone. She likes to be a brat. She likes to bait people, and from the way she tolerates Ike and later Tormod, she enjoys it when people don’t lie down and take it. Sanaki is clever, and she has no one to really practice that cleverness on.

Naesala is a greasy douche bag shitheel who loves to cause trouble, loves to get the last word, loves to verbally spar people. He’s clever and sneaky and not at all trustworthy. But he’s also a king cares so much about his people that he will literally whore himself out to the highest bidder to save them.

At the end of Radiant Dawn, Sanaki has had her faith and confidence shaken and, I think, grown stronger for it. She has been allowing, to some extent, people like the senate push her around and make her a mere figurehead. I think that Sanaki wants to take her country back and be the Apostle again, and to do that she needs an appropriate weapon.

At the end of Radiant Dawn, Naesala has lost the two things he cared about - his home, and his people. I know he becomes a diplomat, why not do that work for Begnion where a new challenge awaits him?

Sanaki needs help, to put it simply. She needs someone like Naesala working for her. Someone who is crafty, someone who doesn’t believe that people are always trustworthy and can respond in turn. She needs a spy, a diplomat with a silver tongue, and in some cases, she needs someone to do her dirty work. If you don’t think Naesala would excel at that, then we’re clearly not seeing the same sides of his character.

I think Sanaki and Naesala would work well together, and I also think she would profit from having someone around who actually understands her. Their personalities and priorities are similar. Their intellects are similar. I think they would have fun not only working together but also verbally sparing together and I think they could be friends.

In ten years, when Sanaki needs to look for a partner, I think she would look to Naesala. He’s been a good right hand. He’s also been a king and has a lot of wisdom to impart. Things in the world are changing, too. Having a closer tie to the Laguz would probably be a good political idea, especially with all the bird tribes living right next to Begnion in the Serenes Forest.

I do not think this is a love match. I think it would be a political match that Sanaki does not find abhorrent due to various reasons. I think she could do a lot worse, and I think Imperial Consort is more than Naesala deserves but also I love him so I’ll give it to him. I think it’s a partnership that can work, can thrive based on friendship and mutual understanding and maybe they’d even love each other at the end, who knows?

Begnion is certainly a tricky country to rule and whoever the next Apostle is will need intellect and fortitude to do it. I can think of WAY WORSE fathers for such a child than Naesala.

Also I have certain theories about Branded and such that I won’t go into here.

In short: I think the two of them would fit both into the world and with their respective personalities and goals. Also, I just love them.

[ofbrutus-blog]

if only u all knew about how pumped i am for this ,, i highkey haven’t been in a group in literal months ?? anyway, i’m claire, i’m 18, i’m from australia ( hello gmt +11 ,, hello hell ) & sloane is ... lsiten i love this child ?? a lot ?? & i’m SO EXCITED to be able 2 play him again bc honestly i care abt this fuckin mess so much & i’m lit already in love w everyone else’s muses & i’m just so ..., fuckenin excited ?? anyway ! i’ve got all his details under the cut ,, it got rly long i am so sorry

‹ × landon liboiron ×  › yo, meet sloane vonnegut, aka brutus, a twenty-seven year old lion mess from texas. he’s been living in hennessy for two months now and was convicted of, believe it or not, corruption. a bisexual scorpio, this bartender is pragmatic & equitable, as well as jaundiced & tempestuous.

B A C K G R O U N D.

born in the heart of texas, sloane was raised to be a perfect southern gentleman from the start. whilst his parents were insistent on teaching him right and wrong, they never inflicted any kind of physical, mental, verbal or emotional harm upon their son if he strayed down the wrong path from time to time. as a result, sloane grew to absolutely adore his parents and to this day, he keeps a photo of them in his wallet to remind him to stay grounded. they ultimately taught him the true value of family, and he can never thank them enough for that.

growing up, sloane’s interest in the police force and, ultimately, the fbi, was absolutely undeniable. ( he had the miranda rights memorised before the time he was ten. ) evidently a passion of his, annabelle and joseph vonnegut encouraged sloane to run for it. he starts his police training at fifteen, and by the time he’s eighteen, he’s recruited into the force. ( to this day, he still says it was the happiest day of his life. )

sloane’s a fucking good police officer. wonderfully charming, yet cunning and sly, crime rates plummet under officer vonnegut’s rule. armed with nothing but a sunny smile and a fast-track mind, he’s ( taylor swift vc ) a nightmare dressed like a daydream. he’s every criminal’s worst nightmare, because he’ll send you off with a smile and a lovely little threat.

he’d planned to accelerate through and move to virginia to try and get a training spot with the fbi ; his plans are ruined when, at twenty-four, his girlfriend announces that she’s pregnant with his child. a year later, as he’s cradling his newborn son, he gets a call from his father that his mother has been diagnosed with stage iii breast cancer. that basically puts everything on a halt, bc little mr. family man can’t just let his mother die while he’s off in virginia. 

tbh, he worked his ass off to provide for his then-fiancée, hayley, and their infant son, connor. he was also working to earn enough for his mother’s chemotherapy, and to pay off their mortgage, so ngl he’s working to do a shit ton !!

the pressure gets to him when a killer offers a bribe to look the other way. he knows it’s the wrong thing to do, but he accepts, and he still hasn’t lived it down. sloane fucking hates himself for accepting that bribe, just bc of the consequences.

obviously he gets thrown in hennessy, but hayley breaks off their engagement and tells him it’s best if he doesn’t see connor again which is .. the fuckin final blow bc u know that sloane cares about that baby more than he cares about anything else and the entire concept of not being able to see him fucks him up BEYOND BELIEF

P E R S O N A L I T Y.

once upon a time, sloane was the picture of southern hospitality. sunny smile plastered across his face, he’d lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it. ( bc he’s a good guy that way. )

the police force never really changed that sunny disposition, tbh - he just got a little more suspicious of people, and stopped believing that everyone was good at heart. he realised the nature of humanity to do harm and it fucked him up a lil ngl

at hennessy, he’s got a bit of a reputation as an alcoholic hardass. he’s never quite forgiven himself for taking a bribe and letting a killer walk free, and it’s taken a toll on him. he drinks to deal with the guilt, and as such, he’s a horribly bitter man. 

catch him on a good day, and you might get to see a glimpse of a past self - he might throw you a generous smile, make a genuinely funny joke, he might even treat you to that southern hospitality that still lingers somewhere within him. catch him on a bad day, though, and you’ll swear that it’s the devil standing in front of you. he’ll get bitter, and angry, and he might start going off for no apparent reason, and he’ll look gorgeous while he’s doing it but you just know that you shouldn’t go anywhere near him bc jesus fuckin christ that’s an angry man.

A P P E A R A N C E.

standing at a solid six foot, he uses his height as an intimidation tactic sometimes. he’s not even that tall compared to some, but he gotta do what he gotta do tbh.

his hair curls right down, past his jawline now. he’s too lazy to cut it again, so he’s full-on growing it out.

his beard is disgusting and he needs to shave it and everybody should tell him this

his tattoos are ,, actually so pretty ?? i haven’t decided on what they are yet, but they’ll get their own tag and they spiral down both arms, across his back, down his hips and he has a few on his thighs bc why the fuck not. he loves tattoos so much ??

he has ,, really pretty eyes ?? like they’re this piercing green and they can be so warm n inviting but also they can get cold and harsh and bitter so QUICKLY and it’s kinda hot

he’s real pretty and everyone hates it

W A N T E D  P L O T S.

honestly give me cute shit bc i’m a baby and i want sloane to like ,, not be sad

confidant: gimme someone who sloane just ,, talks to ?? is actually a decent human being to ?? is actually soft n nice and gentle ??

friends with benefits: drowning their sorrows in sex ?? drowning anything in sex ?? absolutely

sparring partners: whether it be verbal or physical, these two work their aggression out on each other and whilst they don’t openly hate each other, they look like they could tear each other’s heads off whilst they’re going at it.

honestly i have a ton more but just like ,, fuck idk