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[kybercrystals94]

Bumps and Bruises

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 9 - Prompts: Bruises / Broken Window

@prompts-of-bad-batch - Week 4 - Prompt: "I did good...right?"

Rated: G | Words: 1220 A/N: Some lighter hearted whump for your reading pleasure today!

Omega comes bounding into the parlor, face aglow and ruddy. “We’re back!” she announces breathlessly, climbing up onto the stool next to Hunter. 

“I can see that,” Hunter says, looking her over. Her hair is mussed, dirt along her hairline and across her brow. Her clothes are dirty too, mud caked along her shins and forearms as though she’d crawled through the stuff. “What happened?” 

“We completed our mission,” Omega chirps happily, spinning her chair.

Hunter frowns. “It was an errand to get parts.” 

“That’s how it started,” Omega agrees, “but then it turned into a mission.” 

Wrecker and Tech come into the parlor then, Wrecker carrying a crate on his shoulder with a broad grin, and Tech carefully avoiding catching Hunter’s eye. Hunter takes a steadying breath. “I heard your supply run turned into a mission. Care to explain, Tech?” 

Tech visibly flinches at being directly addressed. He clears his throat. “That is what Wrecker and Omega are calling it. I would hardly classify it as such.” 

“And what would you classify it as?” Hunter asks. 

Wrecker drops the crate onto one of the tables. “I’ll tell him!” 

“No, I would rather you did not,” Tech says before Wrecker can say another word. 

“Aww, c’mon,” Wrecker groans, dropping into a chair. 

Tech rolls his eyes. “We found the parts we needed; however, we were given an additional task in order to procure the parts at a more reasonable price.” 

“What kind of additional task?” Hunter presses. 

Omega is bouncing next to him, all excitement. “We broke into an abandoned warehouse!” 

Hunter gapes. “You what?” 

“It was perfectly safe,” Tech says. “I scanned the building for life forms. The largest of which were vermin, which were hardly larger than Omega’s fist. There were no risks taken.” 

“I saw one of them,” Omega tells Hunter. “It was fuzzy, and it looked so cute. But Tech said I couldn’t pet it because they can carry diseases.” 

“Yeah, not risky at all,” Hunter deadpans, tossing an unimpressed look at Tech. 

“She’s been near far, far worse,” Tech argues. 

Hunter concedes the point. “And what did you all need to get from this abandoned warehouse?” 

“I went in all by myself,” Omega says. “I climbed through a broken window and found the file in an old office.” 

Tech sighs. “Perhaps it would be better if I told the narrative,” he suggests.

“Okay!” Omega says with a cheerful smile and another spin of her chair. 

 Hunter crosses his arms. “Well?” 

Tech shifts uncomfortably. “It was a simple task, and brought the price down on parts by sixty-five point three percent. The parameters were to enter an abandoned warehouse, go to the office on the second story, and retrieve a data file that had been left accidentally by the merchant when he had been employed there. We did not wish to cause any damages, nor be caught and charged with trespassing, so we sought a way that would have minimal impact on the environment.”

“An already broken window,” Omega supplies helpfully. 

“Yes, there was a pre-existing broken window,” Tech agrees, “but it was far too small an opening for myself and, obviously, Wrecker, to enter by. I was set to abandon the assignment and pay full price for the parts; however, Omega insisted that she was more than capable of the responsibility, and given her aptitude in the field, I found it an agreeable solution.” 

Omega leans forward. “Can I tell him how I got in and out? Please?”

With a look of distressed resignation, Tech nods. “As you wish.” 

Omega's face turns serious, although there is no hiding the spark of exhilaration in her eyes. “I had to go under a fence, and it was really muddy. That’s why my clothes are dirty, but I don’t mind. Then, I climbed up on some crates and pulled myself up into the window. Tech had me on comms the whole time, Hunter, so you don’t have to worry. I told him everything I was doing. He had an old map of the warehouse, and he told me where to go. That’s when I told him about the fuzzy little mouse thing. It ran right in front of me. It startled me a little bit, but I didn’t make a sound, did I, Tech.” 

“Not one of distress, merely curiosity,” Tech agrees. 

Omega smiles. “And then I went up a staircase, and there was a metal bar that had fallen down. I didn’t notice it and ran into it.” 

“Wait, what?” Tech asks, sounding alarmed, “I don’t recall you mentioning that.” 

“It only hurt a little bit,” Omega says dismissively, heaving her narrow shoulders in a shrug. 

Hunter leans forward, lifting Omega’s bangs from her forehead. Under the layer of mud and dust, he sees an ugly bruise blossoming over a large bump. “Omega, you need to tell us whenever you get hurt,” he admonishes gently. 

“It’s barely anything,” Omega protests, pulling back and covering the wound with her hand. 

“How hard did you walk into this metal bar?” Tech asks. 

Omega frowns. “I was kind of going fast. But it’s okay. I’m fine. Really. I don’t have a concussion.” 

“You don’t get to decide that,” Tech declares. 

Omega pouts, but allows Tech to check her over without protest, sullenly answering his questions about dizziness and headaches and any other symptoms Tech deems concerning. At the end of it all, it is decided that Omega indeed does not have a concussion. Hunter can see by the twitch in Omega’s frown that she is resisting the urge to mutter that she told them so. 

He grins at her. “Now that we have that settled, why don’t you finish your story, Omega.” 

The girl looks up at him, the downturn of her lips lifting a little. “Really?” 

“How else am I supposed to find out what happened next?” Hunter asks, leaning back on his stool and resting an elbow on the counter.

The gleam returns to her eyes, and she launches into the next part of the story, any perceived injustice smoothed over. Hunter looks over at Tech, catching the splicer’s eye, and gives him a subtle nod of approval. Omega may be young and inexperienced, but she had some of the former GAR’s best commandos at her back. If Tech trusted this to be a worthwhile exercise of Omega’s developing skills, Hunter trusted Tech. Tech nods back, subtle relief washing over his expression.  

Later that night, when Hunter is making sure Omega is tucked in for the night, his little sister is still glowing with pride, the discolored lump on her forehead peeking out from behind wisps of freshly washed blond hair. She snuggles under her blankets, Lula tucked under her arm. 

“I helped us save sixty-five point three percent on parts,” she says with a grin. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yes, you did.”

“I did good…right?” Omega asks. 

“You did great, kid.”

“Even though I hit my head?” 

Hunter smiles. “Eh, I’ve seen worse injuries for less reward.” 

Omega gasps. “Like what?” 

“Well, one time Tech broke his finger arm wrestling Wrecker…” Hunter begins.

“That is a poor example!” Tech calls out indignantly. 

Hunter whispers, for Omega’s ears only, “I think it’s a perfect example.” 

Omega’s fit of giggles is a familiar sound Hunter will never tire of hearing.

A/N: I reference one of my Whumptober 2023 fics in this story, Mundane Injuries...just thought I'd mention it in case it seemed familiar 😏

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[dathomirdumpsterfire]

good, apprentice... good, but you can do better. your back foot. take it further out. more. hmm... perfect. run through the form again, do not lose focus. begin.

[tennessoui]

Oh God the t&t snippet.. I'm crying but the angst is so delicious

another spoiler: it takes a few days for anakin to leave the order actually because paperwork and he has to talk to people and shit so he actually doesnt leave until obi-wan finds him once he's been released from the halls of healing and they have brutal messy tearful sex and anakin leaves in the middle of the night - again

[graunblida]

@jeditrash smashed the heart

" oh that? " the warrior thinks back to the flametrooper she punched off a ledge mere minutes ago. to the untrained eye, it would appear as though she sent the soldier flying with brute strength alone. in reality, lexa channels the force into her STRIKES when fighting close combat. " it's a technique i learned in the order... from master windu, actually. "

[local-salt-raiders-fan]

I fucking love stan faro grahhhh

[sairitaikutsu]

man, i hate my braincells sometimes

gave in and stuffed my sw au fic into a series

[mutantbanner]

the comic 😭

tore my heart into a million pieces but it is so GOOD

HEHEHEHE <333 I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!!!

[drunk-on-starlight]

the weirdest take I've seen about rise of skywalker is that they should've shown rey repairing the skywalker saber.

As if showing her using it after we saw it break doesn't show that she did. While I think the films does too much showing instead of telling, this was a pretty smart use of it.

[revanisadumbass]

thinking about names as they relate to the jedi post-genocide.

ben kenobi has one foot in tatooine and another still in that old life. his mission may have changed, but he is still a jedi. he still has a job to do.

ahsoka tano stopped thinking of herself as a jedi long before the empire rose. yet her name seems to doom her--ahsoka tano is a jedi, to the clones, to other survivors. maybe that is why when she hides, she hides with parts of herself--ashla as a reminder of the friends she lost, fulcrum as an understanding of the role she must play in a galaxy without jedi.

cal kestis does not try to hide, cannot try to hide because cal kestis will always be a scared child clutching a too-big lightsaber, falling through the sky.

kanan jarrus buries caleb dume as deep as he can--hides his name, hides his instincts and everything he was taught to be. tries to become the opposite. except a jedi by any other name is still a jedi. call him cowboy, gunslinger, spectre, but underneath all that is still a heart of kyber.

[kybercrystals94]

Then & Now

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ANGST-PRIL 2024 | DAY 3 | PROMPT 3: BROKEN HEARTED 

RATED: T | WORDS: 1109 | SUMMARY: Crosshair tells Omega about Mayday. | CHARACTER FOCUS: Crosshair, Omega

“What happened?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair doesn’t move, doesn’t shift his gaze to the child sitting behind the grate of his cell door. He keeps his focus on the ceiling above him, where the light has a barely discernible flicker. “What do you mean, what happened?” he asks, hoping that the venom in his tone will make her recant the question. 

But he isn’t surprised when she only clarifies, “Why did you turn against the Empire?” 

Omega has been nothing if not persistent these past few weeks, regularly sneaking her way down to talk to him. She does most of the talking, while he pretends he’s not listening, and wonders if she will take the hint and stay away.

To his frustration, Omega takes the hint and blatantly ignores it. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Crosshair growls.

Omega shifts so that she is kneeling in front of the door, facing him full on. “It must’ve been something terrible. You seemed so sure on Kamino.” 

They let him die. The unspoken words taste bitter, so he verbalizes something less distasteful. “It pains me to say that Hunter was right. We are nothing but a number to them. Disposable. You’ve seen the labs here.”

The kid frowns. “Realizing Hunter was right doesn’t put you in a cell,” she observes. 

“I already told you, it doesn’t matter,” Crosshair tells her. 

“It matters to me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my brother,” Omega states. “What happens to you – what happened to you – matters.”

An infinite number of retorts line up Crosshair’s throat. Awful, horrid things that he is sure will finally drive Omega away, make her hate him the way he deserves. Keep her safe the way she deserves. Safe from him. Safe from attachment and familial duty. 

But not a single one of them comes out. 

“His name was Mayday.” 

Omega is quiet for a moment. “What happened to him?” 

“He died.” 

Another meaningful pause. “The Empire killed him?” 

“They couldn’t waste precious medical supplies on a disposable meat droid,” Crosshair snaps. Blistering rage burns glacial in his veins. “So I killed the officer who stood by and watched him die.” Crosshair turns his head to look at Omega, who stares back with wide eyes. “That’s what happened. That’s why I’m here.” 

He hates the sympathy that washes over Omega’s transparent expression. He does not want her pity or her love. He wants her to leave him alone. 

Funny, isn’t it? How these clones around you keep disappearing?

“Go,” Crosshair says, turning away. “I don’t want you to come back.” 

He can feel Omega watching him, hear that she hasn’t moved away. Finally, she sighs, a long-suffering exhale that sounds too much like Hunter. “I know you think you’re protecting me, but I will come back, Crosshair. I won’t let you be alone again.” 

Crosshair waits until he knows she’s gone before he releases a shaky breath. He rubs harshly at his eyes. He hasn’t cried for Mayday. He won’t cry now. 

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

They’ve been in hyperspace for a couple hours now. 

Crosshair sits on the floor of the main hold, Batcher’s head in his lap while he strokes the hound’s smooth, leathery skin. He listens to the rumble of his brothers’ voices in the cockpit, Omega’s melodic voice occasionally chiming in. He imagines this is what it was like before, when the Batch first got Omega. In all the time he has known her, even before he liked or cared or… loved her, Omega has always had something to say, something to contribute. He remembers it annoyed him, but the emotion attached to the memory feels foreign and ugly. He hates that it used to be that way, but he cannot deny that it was. 

It was the chip, he reminds himself. After that, his own stubbornness butting up against Omega’s persistence. Regret constricts around the muscle in his chest, memories of the cruel and harsh words he’d used on Tantiss to push Omega away. He can’t remember exactly when he’d given up the effort, resigning to be talked at relentlessly until it became something he ached for. When she’d go days without coming to his cell, he began to worry for her, straining to hear the light tread of her footsteps. 

Those familiar light steps approach him now, but Crosshair doesn’t look up at his sister when she stops in front of him. 

“You look comfy,” Omega says. 

“Yeah, the floor of a ship is luxurious,” Crosshair retorts. 

“I was talking to Batcher,” Omega responds, deadpan. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but smirks in spite of himself. 

Omega moves to slide down next to him. “You’ve been quiet since we left the base.” 

“Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to talk constantly.”

“Fine. You’ve been quieter than usual. Happy?” 

“Ecstatic.” 

Omega turns so that she’s leaning her back against his arm, head tipped against his shoulder. “Is that where you met Mayday?” 

Crosshair stiffens, his hand freezing in place on Batcher’s head. He swallows. He could try to lie, or at the very least, brush the question off. Seconds of indecision tick by, Omega patiently waiting Crosshair out. She’ll know if he lies. 

“Yes,” Crosshair mutters at last. 

Omega hums. “I saw the helmets. Hunter said he saw you picking them up.” 

When did he tell you that? Crosshair wants to demand, but the question catches in his throat, giving Omega time to continue uninterrupted. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there,” she says, softly. “It must have been hard to go back.” 

Crosshair shrugs, purposely jostling Omega’s head resting against him, making her huff. “It is what it is,” he tells her. 

“Tell me about him?” The question is gently put, a small voice guarded for rejection. 

Crosshair sighs. “There’s not much to tell. I didn’t know him for long.” 

“Long enough to care about him,” Omega says. 

“Hmmm,” Crosshair concedes. He hesitates a moment before saying, “I guess he reminded me of our brothers...”

Omega nods, head bumping against his arm. 

“There was an avalanche,” Crosshair continues, voice low, throat tight. “We were both injured, but Mayday had the worst of it. He…” Crosshair swallows. “He wanted me to leave him behind, said he wouldn’t make it. He was right, in the end, but I tried anyway. We got to the base, but they wouldn’t help him.”  

Omega reaches back, her fingers finding his hand and wrapping around it. Her grip tightens. He squeezes back. 

“I wish I could have met him,” Omega whispers, and Crosshair knows she means it. 

Blinking back the burning sensation that suddenly impairs his vision, Crosshair mutters, “Me too.”

He hasn’t cried for Mayday. 

He won’t cry now. 

END

Wow! Already to day 3 of Angst-pril, and my time has come to join the collaboration alongside @the-little-moment & @just-here-with-my-thoughts!

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march 2024 : madison’s recs

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Angel (Qimir x Jedi reader)

Part two of Angel

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: After the death of your master you begin to question the dark side and just who keeps appearing in your dreams…

“My name?” You glanced towards him beneath your hood, “You don’t need to know my name.”

“That’s alright.” He said and you could hear him shuffling about his shop, “I’ll just call you Angel.”

His eyes widened slightly in embarrassment a flush of pink overcame his cheeks. You didn’t notice the way his embarrassment didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If that is okay?” He continued and you turned to watch him make his way around his bar.

You wouldn’t hold his gaze though, still hiding your face behind your hood. That didn’t stop the warmth from also crossing your cheeks. It was better than revealing your name you suppose, but it still came as a shock to you, “I… I suppose.” You mumbled.

“Would you like something to drink? I’ve got a few teas, spatchka, and some good old fashion water. We will be here a while after all.” He chuckled to himself as he reached for what you assumed was an herbal tea, the color as blue as your kyber crystal.

You tugged on the frayed string of your robe sleeve nervously, “I…”

“Don’t be afraid.” His voice was smooth and gentle, luring you closer to him, “I don’t bite.”

He held up an empty glass in your direction before setting it on the bar next to his own. Your body seemed to follow his silent request against your will as you.

You took your place on a stool across from him, glad to be off of your feet. The lack of rest made your head hurt and your wit not as sharp. Still you stayed vigilant to the man currently pouring you both a drink.

“You never said your name.” You mentioned quietly.

“That I haven’t.” He hummed, but he didn’t give you his name. He wouldn’t… Not without something in return at least, “I’ll tell you what.” He gave you a cheeky look, “I’ll give you my name when you remove that hood of yours. That sounds like a fair deal.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why do you need to see my face?” You didn’t believe your face to be important to look at, least of all to a stranger.

“No one truly knows a person hiding behind a mask right?” He placed a cup of blue liquid in front of you, “Besides, I would love to know what the girl who laughed at my joke looks like.”

You blushed lightly at the way his voice dropped an octave, once again lulling you to do what he wishes. You supposed he was right in a way… It was only fair after all.

That didn’t stop the way your heart seemed to beat rapidly in your chest as you carefully pulled back your hood. You looked up at him, taking in the way his eyes seemed to shine back with the same curiosity as your own did.

You don’t know why you secretly hoped for his satisfaction in the way that you looked. This feeling was something that was not taught to you as a youngling. This feeling was supposed to be shunned.

His curious expression and soft smile turned into an innocent side grin, “Hi.” That lightness that he had in his voice when he spoke to Osha was now directed towards you and it made your stomach flutter.

“Hello.” You spoke softly as the two of you continued to take each other in.

It felt strange, almost like a pull through the force connected you both. The feeling was faint, but you had an inkling that this would only grow with time.

He looked kind of not a bit nervous. There was something about him though that you couldn’t quite place… At least not yet.

“Qimir.” He introduced himself, an awe to his voice.

“Nice to meet you Qimir.” You replied, a small smile placed on your face.

“Here.” He raised his glass to clink against yours.

You were hesitant to pick up your glass and eyed it warily. He could see this and was quick to reassure you of its non threatening nature.

“I didn’t poison it.” He took his own glass and took a sip, “See?”

You reached out and took your cup and he playfully clinked his glass against yours before the two of you drank.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly.

It seemed with each smile you gave him, no matter how small, he became more and more enamored with you.

“Polite and noble. How very Jedi of you.” Qimir teased.

You laughed lightly and Qimir silently wished to bottle up that laugh forever. If there was a way… A small sliver of hope that you could become his acolyte. He desired it more than his power, more than the overwhelming distance and emptiness he felt with his own padawan Mae.

“I haven’t felt much like a Jedi lately.” You admitted without thinking, as if you were compelled to tell him every thought and feeling you held.

Your eyes widened at your slip up, “Sorry. Ah please forget I said that.”

“Why would I want to forget?” He was curious now as he leaned against the bar, “I have no love or hate towards the Jedi.”

You glanced at the trinkets that were lying around on his table. It looked as if he had been tinkering with something before you and your team arrived. You wondered what else he was good at.

“I shouldn’t say.” You answered, keeping your gaze from him.

He wanted to change that. He leaned against the bar, ducking his head down to peer up at you with a smile, “Think of me as some lowly runner who you happen to be guarding.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips and Qimir deemed that as a victory.

“But that’s what we are doing.” You said as your giggles gently died down once again.

“Then it should be easy.” He gave you a warm smile that had your heart beating just bit too fast.

“Do you… Do you ever wonder if the path everyone has laid out for you is the one you’re supposed to be on?” You confessed the thought that has been plaguing you recently.

“All the time actually.” He leans against the counter, “But isn’t that the part of being alive? Not knowing what your path is?”

“Not for a Jedi… Your path is made for you. It is hard to find peace when so much is expected from you.” You glanced at your hands, “My master told me once that the key to peace is a balance between your heart and your mind.”

“Your master sounds very wise.” He nodded, keeping your small piece of wisdom safely hidden in the depths of his mind.

“She was.” You said solemnly.

“She is not…” His voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“She is no longer with us, no.” You spoke softly.

He wasn’t sure if he should ask how it happened. You can see that from the look of uncertainty painted across his face. So you spoke up, giving him a brief detail of the events that haunt your nightmares every night.

“She was killed by a beast while trying to protect me.” You explained.

“I’m sorry…” He apologized, “Who is your master now?” He wondered instead.

“Master Sol will be continuing my training until I become a Jedi Knight.” You said as you took another sip of your drink.

“A Jedi knight?” His brows furrowed in confusion, “Sorry, I’m not too familiar with Jedis.”

“Ah yes, sorry.” You blushed and quickly began to explain, “A Jedi knight is a title you get after your training as a padawan. I will become a Jedi knight as soon as Master Sol focuses his attention towards the rest of my training.”

“He is not training you?” His brows furrowed as he watched the way your lip turned downward just ever so slightly, “I thought you said he is your new master?”

“Ah he is not training me currently, but it isn’t his fault. Sol took me on when he already had a padawan. I am grateful for his sacrifice.” You looked at your drink a small frown placed on your lips. You missed your master dearly and you especially missed the focus and care that she showed you since you became her padawan.

“He has a commitment to his padawan Jecki.” You explained softly, “And now that his former padawan Osha is back, there doesn’t seem to be much room for me and my problems.” You swirled the liquid in your glass, “But it’s okay. I don’t mind. I don’t expect much from my training now.”

“You should.” His words had you looking up at him, “You would be very powerful if someone gave you the right amount of attention.” His voice was gentle and soothing.

The way he sounded genuinely concerned reminded you of your former master. You looked up at him, “Thank you.”

“I’m no Jedi, but I wouldn’t mind having someone like you under my wing.” He admitted with a small grin, “If you don’t mind being a smuggler that is.”

You found his grin endearing as you relaxed back in your seat, thankful to be pulled away from your thoughts, “I’ll stick to being a Jedi, but thank you for the offer.” You chuckled lightly.

Neither of you realized how late it was until Yord was beeping you over the comms. It had your shoulders tensing as he spoke, “She’s here. Get ready.” Yord stated.

You found yourself not wanting to go, but you found yourself standing up from your seat, “I have to go.” You almost sighed.

“Or you could stay?” He wondered, “Surely they have enough Jedi to handle Mae.”

“I…” You thought about it and you almost found yourself saying yes.

“Please?” He placed his right hand over yours.

You felt the warmth spread through your core at the soft gaze that he seemed to reserve for you.

You wanted to say yes. Terribly so and that frightened you the way that you would throw away your mission just to spend a few more moments with a stranger.

You took a step back, shaking your head no, “I’m sorry, they need me. I can’t fail them.”

“I understand.” He nodded as he stepped around the counter. You didn’t notice what he was holding in his hand as he approached you, “Well I wish you the best and I hope that we could meet again someday.”

You smiled softly and nodded, “I hope so as well.”

“Here.” He held his hand out towards you. Your curious eyes widened slightly at the necklace in the palm of his hand. It was a silver chain with a small red crystal dangling from it.

“I couldn’t possibly—” You went to refuse, but he shook his head.

“A parting gift and something to remember me and your possible life as a smuggler.” He grinned as he told his joke.

You took the necklace and clasped it around your neck. You hid it under your robe as you returned his smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He responded.

You put your hood back over your head to try and hide the way your cheeks were hearing up. Now you really didn’t want to leave, but you knew Sol would be comming you instead of Joe’s if you didn’t find them soon. You began your trek to the door, your steps feeling heavier than usual.

“I was right you know!” Qimir called out before the door opened.

You stopped to look back at him confused, “About what?” You wondered.

“About you being an angel.”

You scurried out the door with your heart racing a mile a minute.

He really was something different.

[swladies]

The strongest stars have hearts of kyber

[graunblida]

" You...you're not suggesting what I think you are, are you? "

"Bold of you to assume you don't. Then again, I don't expect you to remember. You were pretty wasted back then."

[graunblida]

catching fire starters // accepting @alootus sent: ❛ You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s okay. You’re here with me. ❜

it felt like hot needles were pricking her skin and her heart was practically in her throat. chest rose and fell quickly and eventually steadied after several moments. the senator's voice helped soothe her and gather her bearings. the safe house had not been compromised. no one was currently in any danger. " i'm...i'm sorry, " lexa stammered, embarrassed at her inability to maintain her composure. the ever-looming threat of the empire was starting to catch up with her. how long until she was found? " the nightmares are usually more manageable. " it was one thing if they plagued her mind, but another if they started to affect the people around her. she already felt terrible for causing a RUCKUS in the middle of the night. lexa carefully reached for the remainder of her water still in the glass from earlier that day. she was no longer on high alert, but her nerves were still unsettled.