#oc: cyra/kassai

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Fixing the ventilation of a helmet was one of the most calming things Cyra had to do now. She could go through the motions without thinking once about her next step.

It never got rid of her annoyance completely, but it dulled the feeling for a time. Usually she’d have music blasting in her headphones as she worked, the loud melodies drowning out the darkness in her mind, but that would defeat the purpose of making Noir stay with her as she worked. Even if they weren’t talking much outside of her asking for certain tools, the company was nice. He sat on her desk, leaning against the wall while sitting close enough that her elbow brushed his leg, a datapad in his left hand.

She was trying to go slow so that maybe Noir would stay still. Even if Spade hadn’t messaged her about the lack of sleep Noir had been getting, it would have been evident in the dark circles underneath his eyes. He’d already been there for half an hour so she might be running out of time unless she changed tactics.

His stubborn will rivaled her own when it came to his job, something she found both impressive and aggravating. And She wasn’t the only one who thought that, the earlier conversation she had with Spade running through her head.

“Do you think you can get Noir to stay at your place for a little while?”

“I mean ya but why?”

“He hasn’t been sleeping well, again.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I assume nightmares but he won’t say. He's running himself to the ground with his work. I thought you might be able to help with that. He seems to relax when you’re around.”

Where Spade had gotten that idea she didn’t know, but he wasn’t one to lie so she took his word for it.

Currently she isn't doing very well at getting Noir to rest. She was heavily considering just wrapping him up in a blanket to trap him. He might tire himself out trying to escape it while throwing whatever empty threats he could think of at her, most of which he’s heard from her ranting about certain people. She huffed with amusement at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Noir asked, startling Cyra from her thoughts. She gives him a confused look while pausing in her work.“You were smiling. Usually you don’t do that unless something’s funny.” He stated. She hadn’t even realized she had been smiling until he pointed it out. With how often she wore her mask, sometimes she forgot others could clearly see what face she was making when it was off.

“Why were you looking?” She shot back, her words not holding any real irritation. He muttered something about good peripherals and went back to whatever files he was sorting through. He had probably just been watching her fix the helmet, though she’s not sure how he found that interesting. She glances at him for a moment then looks back to the helmet in deep thought.

“He seems to sleep better when you’re around.”

Cyra sighs and falls back against her chair, stretching her arms up with a deep breath. If he wasn’t going to try and sleep on his own then she might just have to take a few extra measures. “Alright Empty Can, I don’t know about you but I’m getting tired as shit.” A lie, but she wasn’t above lying to get what she wanted. Besides he wouldn’t leave without the helmet being done. At least she hoped.

Noir just looked up at her questioningly while lowering his datapad to lay on his lap. She moves her chair back then stands up to start walking over to her small room. She tapped the panel that opened her door, leaving it open to encourage Noir to follow.

She ran her cybernetic hand through her short hair, the cold metal oddly soothing.

The bed she had stuffed in a corner wasn’t the most impressive thing in the galaxy, though it was better than nothing so she didn’t care. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to see clearly. It was a comforting darkness nonetheless. She sits up on her bed then relaxes against the wall as she waits. It only took a few minutes before Noir walked through the door and crawled into the bed beside her.

If there was one thing she’d learned while becoming Noir’s friend, it was that he absolutely hated being alone. At least he did no, so it wasn’t any wonder that he had followed her. Perfect, she was one step closer to completing her master plan.

He took one of her pillows to lay his head on, then laid on his back with his datapad held above his face. “The hell do you think you’re doing? You’ll burn your eyes with that thing in here.” She says, snatching the datapad from his hands while ignoring his word of protest. He was an idiot if he thought she was allowing that.

“I was close to finishing those files!” Noir retorted as he glared at her. She just stuck her tongue out at him then lightly hit him with her other pillow before putting said pillow behind her. He could finish his work later when he got some rest. Right now they both needed to just lay there existing for a moment. He didn’t put up much of a fight to get it back, making her wonder just how tired he really was.

There were millions of people on this planet, each hurrying to run their next errand or go to their next meeting. Yet here, just the two of them, it felt so quiet and peaceful. They could pretend nothing was wrong, that there wasn’t any danger, that they could stay within the garage’s sturdy walls forever.

Cyra fiddles around on her comm while Noir shifts to lay on his left side. She glances at him to see his eyes slowly begin to close. So close. She was determined to make sure he slept for at least an hour.

Noir was probably one of the last people in this galaxy she was comfortable being this close with. He never lied to her about what he thought. She’d seen him around people he didn’t trust, if he had planned on hurting her he would have never even taken off his helmet. And here he was laying on his side right next to her. Such a simple display of trust made her feel like she must be doing something right.

She reaches for one of the soft blankets she may or may not have stolen and pulls it over him. He looks at the blanket hovering above him through barely open eyes, his expression unreadable. Once she drops it he lets out a deep sigh of content. “You’re infuriatingly good at this.” He whispered, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

She let out a short laugh and shook her head while Noir gave her another half hearted glare. “Is it really so infuriating that I’m trying to take care of you? One of us has to, Spade will wring my neck if I let you keep working anyway.” She said, a bit of happiness creeping into her voice.

“I’m not even that tired.” He whispered in reply as he started to curl up, tugging the blanket to cover more of him. She’s glad he seemed to be making himself more at home instead of trying to leave.

“Sure Little Wrapper. Don’t get too comfortable, I might kick you off later.” She joked, a smile starting to tug at her lips.

“Do it and I’ll put you in the big house.” Noir mumbled.

“Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.” Cyra replied sarcastically with an eye roll. If she remembered what Spade had told her correctly, Noir was threatening to put her in jail. She’d like to see him try. “Watch it or I’ll drag your ass ten blocks with a rope attached to my speeder bike.”

Noir had the audacity to smile slightly. They fell into a comfortable silence so easily it was almost surprising. She wouldn’t complain though. She reached for her own datapad she left on her bed, opening a game to play mindlessly as she listened to Noir’s breathing get slower and slower.

“What happened to not being tired huh?” She asked softly. The silence she was met with made her look down at him only to see Noir dead asleep. Her shoulders shake slightly in a silent laughter, trying her best not to wake him back up. A small, soft part of her wants to run her fingers through his hair like she’s seen Spade do to see if he would relax further.

She thinks about it for way too long before tentatively reaching her left hand down to hover over his head before slowly, gently running her fingers through his hair. The effect was immediate as Noir practically melted into the mattress. She smiles and decides that showing more affection for her friends might not be so bad. No one else down here would.

An alert from her datapad drew her eyes away from him.

Mountain Goat: How is he?

Getawaydriver: out like a drunkard

Mountain Goat: Well now I need evidence.

Getawaydriver: yee of little fckin faith

She turns the datapad to Noir and snaps a quick picture. She could hardly see his face anymore with how he had tucked himself underneath the blanket. This would definitely be saved for possible blackmail later. Spade took a little longer to answer than before after she sent the holopic.

Mountain Goat: Thank you.

Getawaydriver: nw but when do i get paid

Mountain Goat: Haha. No.

Getawaydriver: rude

She turned the datapad off and tossed it away from her on the bed. Her attention snaps back to Noir when he starts shifting again, her hand automatically going to run through his hair again. That made him stop moving, making her realize she’d be here a while now if she wanted him to keep sleeping. Oh well, there wasn’t anything else for her to do today.

She found that she was surprisingly ok with that.

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DYING OMG AHAHAHAHA

Nox is completely accurate and everything else? Noir is a fantastic lair, honestly Spade, you are never going to live that down my guy.

NPTs: @wyvernsrus @varpusvaras @sun-roach @aza-trash-can @dukeoftheblackstar and whoever else would like to <3

I found this site that generates you a random headcanon.... How about we do that: you enter the name of a character (or your OC!), post what you got, and then comment on how true do you think it is for them!

Not true. That was very easy.

Who's next!!! @judejazza @mcwentfandomtraveling @sh0jun @lorei-writes @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @scummy-writes @ludivineikewolf @yarnnerdally @yanderepuck @vioisgoinginsane @venulus @fang-and-feather @leonscape @writingwhimsey @foreverxdaydreaming @keithsandwich @verynormaluser

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Getting back into my oc moodboard nonsense >:D

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FRIEND! I BRING YOU PAIN

Scenario: they are paired off in couples for a high stakes mission. Things go wrong, very wrong.

Person A jumps in front of person B and takes the killing shot in their lover's place.

Cut to person B holding A in their arms while their life fades away.

Who tries to soothe who in the final moments? Do they fly off the handle, do they share a last kiss? Does person B hugs A until they're pried away, in denial that they are gone?

For the sufferers of such fate, dealer's choice on who is in each role: Naji and Vixen, Cyra and Noir (already in a relationship).

Drink water 😌

HHHHHHHHHHHHHH OW OW OW WOW OWWWWWWWWWWW I LOVE IT

Vixen/Naji

At first I was like “Well probably Vixen” but then I decided to be mean

So ya, Vixen is busy trying to get everything under control and doesn’t see it coming. Naji, despite how awful his vision is, does.

He wasn’t expecting it to hurt as much as it did but at least Vixen wasn’t feeling it. Doesn’t stop him from feeling a little scared but hey Vixen’s ok, she’s ok, that what matters. Vixen immediately ignores the rest of what’s going on to get him out of there and somewhere safer, but she can’t go far because moving him just seems to make it worse. She’s running through everything she can to get him out, but nothing prepared her for this.

She’d try to comfort him, probably kiss his forehead and tell him it’ll be alright and she’ll get him out of here. She knows she’s lying but she can’t stand to see him look so uncertain and scared.

Vixen gets him to tell her about the stars again, about all the stories he knows better than anything. So he tells her about the one that reminds him of her. But he’s getting really really tired. He fixes his glasses so he can look at her better, tell her he loves her then he’s gone. Even tho she knew it was coming it still shocks her. He doesn’t have the sparkle in his eyes anymore. He felt even colder than normal.

She thinks she hates the color red now.

Cyra/Noir (do u understand how many times I’ve thought about this??? Do u????? Even before this ask????? That’s why it’s so lengthy too akkdkfk)

Honestly Noir always felt like at some point that would be it for him. He wasn’t sure when or how but he always had a feeling that he might not survive one day. But at least it was his own choice, something he wasn’t sure he would get. He’s no stranger to pain either. So overall he wouldn’t be panicking as he lay dying probably.

Cyra would though. Because he’s it, she hasn’t had one single good thing in years until he literally crashed into her life. So whoever had even hurt him to begin with was already going to die, she’d shoot them multiple times just to make sure they stayed dead. And then when she gets back over to Noir who hasn’t gotten up, who is barely moving, she’s already overwhelmed with a lot of emotional distress.

She doesn’t say his name often, but this time she’s very serious. She’s desperate. She can’t fix this. Noir would probably just try to curl up in her arms, like it was any other day and they were at her garage. He’d rather not think about how much pain he’s in right now, about how cold he’s getting even tho he’s right there against Cyra.

Cyra trying to talk to him and hopes he can please just hold on for a little bit longer, someone would come help just a little bit longer. But Noir’s losing a bit too much blood too fast and he can feel it. He knows help isn’t coming fast enough. Funny how life always seemed out to get him, but why did it have to be now? Cyra looked really upset and he doesn’t want that. But he also didn’t want her dead.

In the end he’d probably apologize. Man who hates saying sorry finally says it but at the worst time possible. She’d tease him if he weren’t bleeding out. She’d probably start crying at that point, mainly because she’s angry, angry at herself for not seeing that coming and for not stopping him. She doesn’t know how she’s going to tell Spade. She’s too focused about the fact that to one person she let in after everything went to hell is dying.

If he has his lighter on him (very likely) he’ll give it to her. Yk. So she has something else to keep her warm.

And then he’s gone just like that and she has absolutely no clue what to do, she hates this she can’t believe this is actually happening. She knows she won’t recover from this. He’s the one not breathing but she’s dead too.

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Cyra Kassai

“Shit. I care about these f---ing idiots.”

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To whom it may pertain

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Hiii, I bring thee some enrichment 😌 Emoji asks for Spade, Noir and Cyra (bc they're new and must get used to their enclosures):

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? 🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat? 🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it? 🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for? 🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

Drink water :D

!!!!!! YESSS (also does it count if I have a lot of sweet tea? It’s vry good sweet tea)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Spade

Allllll of them. He is very emotionally constipated and tries to bury any strong feeling somewhere deep down inside so it can’t hurt him or interfere with his job

Noir

Ones like empathy or compassion because no matter how much he may want to show it (he’s long since stuffed that down in a box locked tight and it rarely peaks out) it could cloud his judgement or get someone he cares about killed because one minute you think you’re dealing with someone who needs help and the next they’re taking advantage of you or are able to kill you

Cyra

Things like anger or frustration come so easy that when she feels peace or even happy it feels like something is off or that she’s letting her guard down. And the last time she felt or did that well, she gets the friendly reminder in the way of phantom pains

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Spade

Ice cream but the simple flavors, nothing to extrapolate or something with to many different flavors. Just seems over complicated and he can’t focus on the one specific flavor he likes

Noir

Donuts, glazed or powdered (can have cinnamon or not doesn’t matter he’ll eat it) ABSOLUTELY no sprinkles he hates them

Cyra

She reeeeally likes pastries but she’s not had one for years now. There isn’t exactly a bakery down in the lower levels of Coruscant

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Spade

He doesn’t know, he’s never let himself think about anything beyond what was the next clear step. If he had to say anything it would simply be that he wished his brother would stop almost dying on him cause he may start going grey if Noir doesn’t.

Noir

For the love of everything good and holy he would wish that he could stop being in constant pain all. The. Time. So that maybe he could do more and be more useful than he thinks he is (he doesn’t even think about getting a way out of what they do now, since he’s been doing it for so long) But as to actually getting the problem solved (or at least lessened since there’s not really a cure for osteoarthritis) he can’t go far unless their medic can get the supplies they need

Cyra

To please just see the sky one more freaking time before she dies at least, even if it’s through a window or for just a few seconds. She would do near anything but she can’t without being killed

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

(Akkdkfkgkgkg apologies these seem very similar but like, they’re all they really have and are rude or die for each other)

Spade

Well given the fact that it has happened before, Noir, Thire, or even Cyra would be reason enough for him to go in guns blazing. It if he was told that this one more mission and he wouldn’t have to watch his vod’ike starve and die down in the lower levels.

Noir

Pretty much the same as Spade except the promise, if he had the promise to go after every single person who’s ever hurt him, his brother, and Cyra without repercussions than he’s game

Cyra

There are two people she even remotely still cares about left and she’s not keen on letting anyone hurt or kill them anytime soon so the twins. But if someone were to offer her a way off Coruscant and a way to make sure no one would ever be able to track her down she would take it

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

Spade

It really depends on who is on the tracks but he’s probably go for the track with one person on it then try to get them off it before the train got there. Now if he did see some of the really bad people he’s met then he’d let them get run over without a care

Noir

Not sure if he could find it within himself to care much anymore, he tends to see the worst in everyone so he doesn’t care who dies as long as it’s not someone he cares about. He knows that sound cold and heartless but you do what you have to do to survive

Cyra

This one is complicated because Kassai would have tried to save as many as she could but Cyra tries look away and not care at all

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Kenzi!! It's sorting blorbos like they're Skittles hours (but only if you want)! From your OCs, which box would they check in "Soldier, Poet, King"?

Drink water (or tea or juice) :D

HHHHH I LOVE THIS BAND SMMMM

Ok if there are any major typos bear with me this was answered on a bus

Soldier

For this one i definitely think Spade for a number of reasons, one of those being how much he fights, how he’s usually the one leading the field work. He is the one that would fight till he died for what he loves, he’ll will do whatever it takes to win the next fight. He fights for his ‘kingdom’ with every breath he’s got (and he’ll do so until he never breaths again)

Poet

Ik this may come as a shock but Cyra feels more like a Poet and a solider, but also could be poet forced to turn into a soldier. She’s very witty and has a very sharp tongue, but before she went to Coruscant and everything went wrong she was a lot kinder than she is now. A lot more merciful. She saw the beauty in the galaxy. But then like i said everything went wrong and Coruscant turned her cold. So now she’s turned into a soldier to survive

King

Now, this really goes for Noir and a lot of it is because he and Spade mirror each other. A king is typically not in battle a lot, and when he is he’s targeted. Noir seems to attract danger every time he leaves the base or isn’t at Cyra’s garage. The line “Whose brow is laid in thorns” kinda makes me think of how doomed by the narrative he is and how much pain he’s in. Also, he makes the call most of the time on which cases they take amd which they call cold, so that’s a pretty heavy burden to basically sometimes choose who lives and who dies.

@mire-draws-things