#satellitewar ( din )

[candykline]

@satellitewar.

[greenelight]

the   fire   provides   such   a   nice   warmth   on   such   a   cold   night   ,   silence   falling   between   the two men   as   they   curl   around   the   flames   in   an   attempt   to   warm   up   before   they   sleep.   hazel   eyes   curiously   drift   over   to   the   knight's   helmet   as   he   remains   with   his   armor   on   despite   them   taking   a   rest   ,   as   he   has   done   every   night   since   they   began   this   journey together.   the   prince   is   grateful   for   din's   help   in   keeping   him   hidden   &   helping   him   flee   to   another   city   across   the   kingdom   ,   but   he   can't   help   but   wonder   why   he   insists   on   keeping   himself   hidden   from   him   ,   especially   now   when   things   are   so   quiet   with   no   chance   of   anyone   approaching   them   without   giving   themselves   away.   the silence   between them continues   on   as   mason   ponders   if   he   should   bring   it   up   or   no   ,   knowing   it   would   be   best   to   keep   it   to   himself   ,   but   his   inquisitive   mind   will   not   rest   until   he   knows the reason for his need for mystery.

❝   does   your   armor   not   cause   you   discomfort   ,   sir   djarin   ?   ❞   the prince   poses   the   query   as   one   of   care   ,   which   he   does   have   genuine concern   considering   how   intricate   &   heavy   his   armor   appears   to   be. carrying that much weight after a long day cannot be good on the muscles.   ❝   there   is   no   need   to   hide   yourself   when   it   is   just   us.   i   assure   you   that   you   can   be   comfortable   &   allow   your   body   to   fully   rest   if   you   so   desire.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕  @satellitewar   as  din   djarin.

[wulfbluds]

❛ harsh justice is still justice . ❜ ↳ @satellitewar ( din ) ⋆｡˚꩜ still accepting .

a piece of WISDOM she knows is true , yet the glistening ichor that clings to her sword , her face ( ... ) is there truly honor in so much spilt blood ? gaze can't meet mando's , whether it be shame or guilt that nails her sights to the bloody hillside . [ breath caves your lungs , lips parting ( ... ) you can TASTE the crimson metal . it's nauseating , this sensation of dread that permeates to every corner of your being . ] ❛ ❛ justice tempered by mercy is the truest form , ❜ ❜ it's a recited phrase fallen from nimue's lips in her agitated state , one her mother had once uttered with such conviction — stored away in her memory as a fleeting comfort . but what MERCY would the caravan of soldiers have shown them ? what mercy had their kind shown hers ? pillaging , kidnapping & ruthlessly slaughtering fey in their own land ; [ your rage has not been quelled by their blood . the sword in your hands cries for more . not for justice , but for REVENGE . it yearns to lay waste to all who have drawn fey blood . there is no room for mercy in this war . ] eyes squeeze tightly closed , nimue's frantic rocking coming to a sharp halt . fingers loosen their grip upon the sword , letting it clatter onto the rocks ; a shedding of skin . ❛ ❛ their blood is on my hands , but i've reckoned with my gods . ❜ ❜ nimue's tone is shaky despite her best efforts to appear collected , eyes turning upwards to spectate mando . the pair had viciously carved through the caravan ( ... ) only after the paladins had thrown the first blow , yet nonetheless . with blood soaking her cloak , his boots , the ground below — it's impossible to fully detach herself . ❛ ❛ i hope you have , too . ❜ ❜

[throwsdiamonds]

DIN DJARIN: do you trust me or not? @satellitewar

“  TRUST YOU? THAT'S AN AWFUL BIG ASK.  ” if ever there was such a thing as trust between two in their line of work, it was scarcely seen. as much as she enjoys to play pretend; to feign a look of innocence and fragility for the sake of surprise, there was now the slightest tint of worry in her voice. “  i mean, yer' didn't even buy me dinner first.  ” emerald hues glance across the deep canyon they're faced off with, almost as if scouting for some other way around crossing it by his jetpack alone. SHE'D BE THE FIRST TO ADMIT, SHE'D SEEN NICER JETPACKS. “  fine, fine, fine...  ” she clears her throat before stepping up to din, hooking her arm around his mid; magenta tousles getting caught in the wind. “  but before we inevitably crash and die, i just wanna say: I TOLD YOU SO.  ”

[belayadeath-goner]

⋆ @satellitewar , D. DJARIN, said: you know all my hiding places.

“  your hiding places?  ” she had to prevent a scoff as she emerged from the shade of the lonely hut, coming into plain view, appearing just as he knows her; strapped with blasters and miscellaneous weapons. “  as far as i recall, you wouldn't even know of this place if not for me.  ” it was a place they had once sought refuge in together –– long ago –– perfectly remote and out of touch with the rest of the inhabitants on this world. albeit she hadn't been there in years, this of all places, would be where she ran into him after so long. “  though i will admit, it looks you've been here more than i over the years.  ” bianca's had enough to deal with, between the rise of the syndicate that chained and broke her, to trying to take the very same organization down; and failing miserably. “  now, i doubt you're solely here for me so... who are you running from?  ”

[strnza]

@satellitewar 🤍

— “Take me out of here." Her voice is a broken croak that shakes something deep inside me.

MAXTON HALL: THE WOLRD BETWEEN US 1.03 'Exposed'

[thiedas]

Part of her was scared this would happen again, that the second they started to journey together again, her heart would yearn for @satellitewar again as if nothing happened before this. But things were different now. She'd come to terms with her parents' deaths, he'd agreed to help find the man who did it, and now, that man was dead too. He couldn't be all that bad, right? She didn't think so. Gwen stares at him as they sit by their fire, unsure of where his gaze was resting. She needed to say something. But what?

“ I can't believe we got him. ” She says, but she turns her head to stare into the fire. He didn't have to do this, but he did. “ I don't know what to say, besides thank you. ” Gwen stares at the ground the second she feels her eyes start to burn — finally, they were avenged, after so many years. She then turns to look at him, mouth opening to say something, but she closes it. No, she needs to speak. “ I'm so sorry. For everything. For how I treated you, for how everything ended . . . I'm sorry. ”

[sarastuss-a]

EVER THE PERFECT TIMING, : ALWAYS THERE WHERE YOU ARE MOST NEEDED, AREN'T YOU O' CHAMPION? there had not been even time to ask, only time to act, ... when 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 had ascended from above in a mere blink of an eye, entering the fight! all to defend both din &. the baby grogu he watches over, THAT WAS ALL THE REASON SHE NEEDED TO MAKE THE FIGHT HERS TOO! ... with a team - up as powerful as that, victory was guaranteed. BUT NOT WITHOUT COST! ... just a little too late to protect him for all the harm, ( golden heart absorbing the guilt, bound to beat with it. ) with the forces after them defeated, did she notice the marks battle had left on those subtle parts not covered by the armor. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓, such a factor had not been even noticeable during the fight, don't you know all about it too? ... SHE BITES HER TONGUE, YET THE FROWN STILL FORMS UPON HER LIPS!

WHICH LEADS THEM HERE, : IN THE PRIVACY OF THE RAZOR CREST, ... the gloves of her own armor taken off, gentleness to her touch, ( 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ) as she cleans the visible cuts &. burns, slight as they were. ... there is still one on his side, ' what a lucky shot that must have been ' , but out of respect, it is left untouched by her, for now. ... COMFORTABLE SILENCE, HE DOES NOT EVEN WINCE, if he feels pain, it is again well - hidden. @satellitewar + din ' i don't know what i'd do without you. ' his voice monitored by the helmet, yet the weight of them still felt. ... 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍 are reflecting from her hues, when she looks up at him, signature helmet stealing her gaze. A GENTLE SMILE, WARM AS THE FIRST DAYS OF SUMMER, ❝ there is no need to thank me. ❞ comes the genuine statement, she does what she does because she wants to : nothing expected in return. EVER THE HERO! breathless chuckle makes it past lush lips, ❝ besides, ❞ a pause is held, attention focused on the wounds again. ❝ that is not a scenario you have to worry about. ❞ SHE WOULD ALWAYS BE THERE, IF NEED BE!

[slashaer]

the child is a jedi . . . ? well, that's unexpected, isn't it? candy can't help but to look back at grogu, somewhat shocked at the confession. 'a jedi?' candice repeats incredulously, a surprised laugh escaping her before she covers her mouth with a manicured hand. gazing down at grogu, she can't help but to feel a bit of hope well up inside of her. when was the last time anyone had mentioned the jedi? ever since they went underground, had to hide to protect themselves, they always seemed like a sensitive subject. but they still existed, and this child — the next generation of jedi — deserved to live. whoever wanted to kill him obviously thought he was powerful, or would grow up to be. and candice wanted to live in a world to see him grow into his full potential.

eyes move back to din once more, the woman thinking about his words, how much trust it took to lead her here, to show her his failed bounty. all he wanted was to get the child somewhere safe, and candy can't deny how much she admired din's decision to do so. sometimes, candy lost hope in humanity. the wars, the bloodshed — even her own occupation revolved around hurting others. but there were still good choices to be made, and if din — another bounty hunter — could do such a kind thing as bring grogu back to his people, than candy thought everything might be alright, in the end.

'well, i . . . i've never met one,' candy admits slowly, wracking her brain for any knowledge that might be useful in this situation. she imagined she wasn't in the minority, there; those who have met jedi were lucky, in her mind. but after a moment, eyes light up a bit as she remembers a name that was once told to her. 'but i may know of one. i know nothing about her besides her name, and even then the source i got her name from isn't exactly trustworthy, but — ahsoka tano. perhaps we can find her together,' candy beams slightly up at din, smile reflected in the glass of his helmet. 'it's the only shot we've got, isn't it?'

this is a big deal. din trusts her this much. she owes him her life, and in return, he'd like her assistance in this extremely delicate manner. grogu must be protected, sheltered upon transport, and safely stowed in a location where no one will find him. if @slashaer can assist in this endeavor, her debt will be paid. no owing anything to anyone — no more obligation. that's why the mandalorian takes candy to his ship, opens the door to her, and, with careful, gloved hands, tugs the fabric away from grogu's face and unveils him to her.

"don't let his size deceive you. he is a jedi." a pause. that's the wrong way to put it. din tries again. "i mean... he has their power. the..." what was it called again? the magic he used? "the force." the proper term. "i was sent to collect him. they want him dead, but i..." his helmet turns towards grogu, and the child makes a tiny coo from the safety of his pram. "i couldn't." back to candy. she declares her loyalty and eagerness to help, and in return, she seeks more information. "i don't know where he comes from, but he belongs with his people. with jedi." beneath the visor, din's face scrunches, brows furrowing in deep thought. "you wouldn't happen to know of any jedi, would you?"

that's what he's betting on. candy has been around the galaxy just as much as din has — and probably with a vastly different slew of experience and encounters. maybe in all those adventures, she's stumbled upon someone with the power of the force. all have vanished or gone underground since... the clone wars, right? since the time of the empire. but maybe there are some still around, some who can help grogu find a home. "we need to find a jedi," din reiterates. "will you help me?"

[belayadeath-goner]

ft. DIN DJARIN at @satellitewar

SHE HOLDS THE CHILD TIGHTLY TO HER CHEST, HIS HEAD BURIED AT THE DIP OF HER COLLARBONE AND SHE OFFERS HERSELF UP AS SHIELD FROM HARM. though the blasts have ceased blazing at them, and what remains now was but a ruin around them, a mixture of fire, smoke and debris, every fiber of her being was still in high alert. she wasn’t one to get shellshocked, has seen too much, experienced too much, and yet... with the kid around. when it concerned someone else, suddenly the anxiety came pulsing back through her as if she was but a preteen again who’d never as much as seen dead body.

perhaps it was the shot she’d taken to the shoulder, or maybe the vibroblade currently still embedded in her side, but bianca was shaking. frantically. whilst also attempting to calm the kid so obviously nervous with the situation. he’d saved her when she was getting overpowered, somehow sent a pulse towards them that had kicked bianca backwards but also their assailants off of her, and offered her just enough time to finish the job. it had taken a toll on him however, the small but mighty being, dropped to its side in exhaustion and she had run to grab him, and with the remainder of her strength, headed back towards the ship. HOW HAD THEY EVEN FOUND HER THERE? IT WAS TOO SPECIFIC TO BE A COINCIDENCE, THEY WERE TOO MANY. she knew the steps and tactics of the crymorah syndicate better than anyone, this was no ordinary pack of goons stumbling upon them whilst delivering a shipment of spice.

“ mando… can you hear m-me? ” her breathing was ragged when she called him over their shared commlink, pushing the button not once, not twice, but thrice when she got to the ship for it to open the hatch. bianca looks over her shoulder multiple times to check if they’d been followed; and even if they hadn’t, she was sure they weren’t far behind anyway. “ mando, ” she boards with the kid still clutched to her chest, and she tucks the kid safely into his cradle, already asleep when she does, and only then does she let herself drop back against a wall in the hull. knees give away under her, and bianca can finally feel the panic overcoming her, even if not a single muscle in her flinched or made such visible. what had just transpired? why were they here, was it her or the kid. either way, he’d been put in harms way — that could never happen again…. she presses the comm again to try and force herself through to him hoping that he, somewhere out there, would receive her message. “ we need to leave this place. now. ”

[bllakcat]

YOU ARE TROUBLE, CAT, : IT IS KNOWN, reputation carved by those claws makes sure of that, ( pride is aimed at the fact ) &. din? well, he had experience unlike most. ... how much it shows again, forewarning of the sweetest headache she is bound to be the cause of. ❝ you know, ❞ THERE, IT STARTS AGAIN. words trailing off in a sing - songy voice that contains mischief, as she leans her figure against a wall. the room is dark, his figure barely seen by even her sharp eyes. ❝ it is all very charming. ❞ A PAUSE, ❝ this heroic act of coming to help me. ❞ smugness dresses her lips the same way noir paint does, ... thrillseeking heart mixes droplets of adrenaline with a dangerous fire of other kind, &. the thief welcomes it. she lets out a sigh, if only to feign dramatics as the mandalorian is still fixating his attention on a whole another task ; ❝ i really think i got lucky - ❞ BUT IF THERE WAS MORE, &. CERTAINLY THERE WAS, ATOP HER TONGUE, it is stolen away.

@satellitewar + din : [ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day.

IN THE DARKNESS, : ALL SHE CAN REGISTER IS THE SOUND OF HELMET CLINGING EVER SO SOFTLY, as it is abandoned upon nearby table, &. the touch of his lips against her own. that smirk upon her lips? it could be tasted now. &. greedily, does the thief respond to the kiss, her lips dancing against his, fueled by the fire that she felt as waves across her whole being. her back pressed against the wall, her hand upon his cheek, even through her gloves she did the best to learn the patterns of his features. BUT ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END, it was not like they were exactly done here. the touch of his lips, his tongue that danced with her own fades, pulls back. ( noir lips can not help but feel slight pull towards them, tempted to give chase. ) ... but is then that a satisfied exhale is let out, ❝ my, i am starting to think i should be rescued more often. ❞ WORDS MEANT ONLY AS A TEASE, the thief's ego would bruise otherwise. buut, this kind of reaction could soothe the blows.

[sarastuss-a]

THERE IS DARKNESS THAT SURROUNDS THEM, : YET THERE IS STILL A DIM GLOW, the faint one that exists within golden &. grey hues of hers! ... though right now, it does not 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 to interrupt this moment, tension so tangible in the atmosphere they share. ( it is almost as if she chooses not to do so, just as the darkness seems all to conveniently placed. ) ... she feels it : THE FASTENED BEAT OF A GOLDEN HEART, UNABLE TO IGNORE THE FEELING AGAINST HER CHEST. it has taunted her, more than she'd like to admit. the very temptation to be selfish, competing the sense of duty, a reminder of what she is now : mixed with fear. ... 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, SHE DOESN'T BACK AWAY. a very obvious sign to what side of her was winning, &. aching to give in almost for once in her life.

CHIN TILTED SLIGHTLY UPWARDS, : THE SILENCE SURROUNDING THEM A MIXTURE OF COMFORT &. PAINFUL, as it toys with the greed felt within. fight as she may against it, her body acts with her feelings as it always does : gloved hand reaches upwards, ghosting just beside the side of his helmet, where underneath his cheek resides. ... 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, one not felt physically, yet still somehow sensed all the same. UPON REALIZING THIS, SHE SLOWLY RETRACTS HER HAND, still aching with the temptation. ( she wonders whether he feels it too ) ... but then comes a plead, ' close your eyes. ' &. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 to never refuse, or the fact that it is him asking her to do so, that guides her actions, but she does. EVEN THE DIMMEST GLOW DISAPPEARING NOW! moment passes, &. another ... in truth, these are merely milliseconds that pass by, but they seem painfully long. but then it is felt, @satellitewar + din [ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time. ... as if the spark that has ever been present has been lit aflame, even fanned to let them grow, &. spread. as if a nature that has been without rain for so long, the fire spreads so much easier : just like it does now, WHEN SHE HAS DENIED HERSELF OF THIS. so it is like a hungry reaction, when her lips move against his, eyes remaining closed. THE SELFLESS HERO COMPETES WITH WANT, &. so much of her surrenders to it, the same hand that previously reached up does so again, but this time : it is able to touch him, tenderely cupping his cheek.

[sanctifisol]

it's what has been able to drive her through her most lonely years ;; this curiosity. be it for more information that pages of a book wouldn't allow , or to see what lay beyond the lazily yawning mouth of a cave. curious girl with a knack for getting into trouble. that's what garan would say to her in what most would hear as a rather harsh tone , only a warmth beneath the twitch of a smile that serana herself could pick up on. you can be sure that she's held her tongue painfully to keep from overwhelming the mandalorian on what slew of questions she had circling the grey matter of her undead brain. this seemed like the most simple way to start , even if it be somewhat at her expense.

the dark cradles the both of them a mothers arms , gentle and soft , as they duck and weave. lending just enough shadow to keep them hidden , yet allowing the light of the torch to penetrate so that din could see. " it doesn't. " her tone would suggest they'd been talking about nothing more than an animal. " i don't care. well. . . i'll elaborate. my priority lies with my coven. they're who i most staunchly will protect. i'd rather not see the whole of vampire-kind eradicated , but those who fall to the sword are , to be frank , none of my business. and so is the reason behind it. " you can't save them all. and i'd think nothing less of you if he hadn't been a terror. a hand holds out in signal for them to pause. serana sniffing the air not unlike a hound or wolf , loosing it between her lips. " draugr stench ahead but they could be sleeping. " soft white coalesces between her fingers , ice kissing her skin until it comes together in the form of a dagger. " best be prepared. "

with @sanctifisol in the lead, din crouches behind and trails after her, helmet slowly turning as his eyes scan the depths of this crypt for any enemies. though things between them remain silent at first, focused on navigating this unknown space, serana pipes up after a moment, curious. you've hunted vampires before? she wants to know. does he tell her the truth, or spin a satisfying story to get them through this in one piece?

"once." din elects to tell the truth. ensuring his bow never aims in her direction, his arrows never point at her form, he ducks below a heavy-hanging tangle of cobwebs and coughs against the dust that sneaks past his helmet. "but they were nothing like you." he considers leaving that statement out in the open, allowing serana to decipher it herself... but maybe it would be better to fill in the blanks before her imagination runs wild. "he was tormenting a small village in the mountains." din waits for serana to glance back at him. "it was mostly painless, if that matters."

[strnza]

❝ hey— look at me. it’s over. it’s done. we’re okay. ❞ (from din)

eliza’s  been  knocked  on  her  ass  harder  than  she'd  like  to  admit  -  getting  back  to  normal  life  (as  mundane  as  bounty  hunting  alongside  din  can  be)  now  that  the  kid  is  off  with  the  all-powerful,  all-knowing,  jack-shit  jedi  ...  isn't  as  simple  as  it  sounds.  it  certainly  isn't  any  less  dangerous  to  those  who  would  recant  herself  and  din  as  the  ones  who  previously  possessed  the  child;  they've  still  got  a  target  on  their  backs,  even  now  that  he's  gone.  eliza  doesn't  like  that  reminder  -  she  hasn't  been  whole  since  giving  him  up.  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  she's  off  her  game.

she's  glad  that  grogu  isn't  here  -  there's  guilt  that  festers  in  her  stomach  at  the  mere  thought  of  that,  but  it's  the  truth.  eliza  can  count  on  one  hand  the  amount  of  times  that  she'd  been  seriously  worried  about  the  welfare  of  both  din  and  the  child  in  one  situation  -  her  heart  couldn't  handle  any  more.  hearing  din's  voice  grapple  her  back  to  reality  is  the  only  thing  that  settles  some  calm  in  her  hummingbird  heart.

it's  impulsivity  that  pushes  eliza  forward  to  throw  her  arms  over  din's  shoulders,  with  little  care  or  mind  to  the  muffled  clanking  of  his  armor  against  her  chest  as  she  pulls  him  close.  she  doesn't  care  that  she  can't  see  his  face,  doesn't  care  about  the  wounds  along  her  skin  stinging  with  pain  at  every  breath  -  she  doesn't  care  about  anything  except  for  the  fact  that  they're  both  alive.

she  swallows  once,  heartbeat  in  her  ears  as  she  finally  rescinds  to  look  at  him  -  fully  confident  in  the  arrangement  of  his  features  even  behind  the  mask.  “i’m  sorry,”  she  exhales,  a  mix  of  panicked  emotions  written  all  across  her  face,  “i’m  sorry,  i  wasn’t  -  i  wasn’t  focused,  i  wasn’t  watchin’  your  back,  i  …  this  is  my  fault.  are  you  hurt?”

*        MEME,    still    accepting        /        @satellitewar        🤍

[dsrtrose]

[ cup ] – for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. (from din......?)

she's  not  good  at  sitting  still.  hell,  eliza  isn't  good  at  much  of  anything  that  requires  her  to  stifle  whatever  actions  hurtle  from  her  hands  &  mouth  at  any  given  time,  consequences  be  damned:  today  is  no  exception.

din  hadn't  really  asked  for  eliza  to  tag  along;  in  fact,  he'd  made  it  particularly  clear  that  he  didn't  want  such  a  thing.  eliza  has  made  it  abundantly  clear  that  she  doesn't  have  much  left  to  live  for;  if  meeting  him  has  given  her  a  purpose  in  trying  to  keep  herself  halfway  and  mostly  alive,  leave  it  be.  if  he  wants  to  see  eliza  kardel  continue  to  breathe  ...  let  her  linger.  (she's  more  than  eager  to  prove  her  worth.)

his  touch  causes  her  to  flinch  upon  initial  reaction  -  though,  the  moment  her  eyes  recognize  his  presence,  eliza's  body  relaxes.  implicitly,  she  trusts  him  -  in  this  moment,  even,  she  trusts  him.  her  breathing  pattern  evens  out  as  her  profile  dips  closer  into  the  palm  of  his  hand,  hiding  a  cut  on  her  temple  &  bruise  along  her  cheek.  "you  should  see  the  other  guy,"  eliza  mumbles,  brown  eyes  &  subtle  demeanor  landing  somewhere  between  a  kicked  puppy  and  a  stubborn  mule,  "i'm  fine."

*      MEME,    still  accepting      /    @satellitewar    🤍

[the-replay-gone]

Their life existences in an interesting continuum, containing both defining chapters and a constant buzzing just below. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She cannot separate the past from the now, nor would she want to: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and yet this moment seems to exist on its own. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It's a technique, breathed in with closed eyes, breathed out with a gentle sigh. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎They exist now, they cannot separate themselves from the body, or the ground, or the Mandalorian before her. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The cycle repeats once, repeats twice, and when her eyes open, a hand shoots out.

❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I'm not worrying.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Her tone sounds almost mocking, but it's said with a smirk, a sort of kindness. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Some people may say this is just a job, tell her to take it seriously, and just get it done: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎protect the youngling, and keep her tone in a box where it belongs‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (there's a flashback, a lesson there, of a young queen with eyes over her shoulder around every turn), ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but hasn't life been hard enough on him? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎On her? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎On all of them?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She respects that, she respects the life and the person beneath the helmet, no matter how much it seems to be buried under tradition. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎C'mon lets go. I think I have an idea of where we can go next.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She uses his hand, and pulls herself up with the slightest of flinches, and the slightest of cracks in her knees ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(and it feels almost good, almost right...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pain feels confirmatory of existence).

he'll give her time and stand guard. that's the least he can do. it's clear the woman is strained and hurting — though she states the absolute opposite — and din refuses to push them onward if she's not well-enough to do so. he'll defend her if enemies come. he'll shelter her. as long as it takes. still, the mandalorian moves a bit, putting his agitation into a shift from his left foot to his right, then back again.

instantly — "i'm not worrying," din argues, his tone flat. he is worrying. how did she know? a few beats, until... "tell me when you want to stand, and i'll help." that's what he'll offer to padmé for now; that'll be enough to quench the worried thirst of an anxious warrior.

@the-replay asks about his ship, and it's a good distraction for both of them in this obviously tense moment. "yes. just a few steps away." it's not said to pressure her, but to relieve her. soon, they'll be safely within the razor crest, reunited with the child, and on their way off-planet. "we'll be out of here soon. don't worry." his turn to say it.