A GIRL IS A GUN.

MOTHER MAKE ME A BIRD OF PREY. SO I CAN RISE ABOVE THIS, LET IT FALL AWAY. ind. sw oc / est. 2017 written by scout

[dulciesgf]

[wildestlovers]

[capeheir]

jjedi.

                                 rey’s got this cyclical way of thinking , always coming back to its center despite how hard she fights to break out of the gravity of doubt. of family.  she lifts her chin , brave-faced and starry eyed ; she channels calm whereas anything but lived deep underneath the dull ache in her chest. 

                                  sparring , however , sounds like a pleasant way to not be stuck in thought . actions speak louder, and she needed them to scream , her hum of acquiescence sticks in her throat, more a purr when she finds her words “ its been a while .” she agrees , “ i wouldn’t mind seeing what you’ve got by way of training — i haven’t had a proper fight in months.” 

               EVERYONE WANTS A legacy to look after, a traceable line of achievements to give their family name. Before her father, the Calrissians were known for little more than their hands in pazaak && infiltration skills. Even now they are nothing compared to the blinding limelight that the Skywalkers live under. Calrissians prefer the margins, the shadows just beyond the glow of glory. Being associated with legends has its perks, but mostly it leaves some part of you feeling empty. It’s hard to share your family with the entire galaxy.

     ❝ Time && place, sweetheart. You’ll lay my ass flat, I’m sure. But the view will be worth the bruises. ❞ She leans forward on her heals, just barely having to look up at the other woman. ❝ How’s the Falcon been treating you? ❞

[dulciesgf]

[capeheir]

rebellionheir.

He really needs to be very far away from her when she has that look but it’s too late now and Poe probably cannot make it to safety before she finds him again. If he were a weaker person he might not be used to how close she stands to him but as it is he just puts a hand on her shoulder once she’s close, leaning into the space around them like that’s going to keep his words anymore of a secret. “ Nah, he’s better than the rest of them, thankfully he’s on our side, you should’ve seen how fast he took to the weapons in the tie fighter, Ashara, it was…amazing. “ And he’s got that schoolboy look in his eyes again he can feel it. “ Yeah? You spent a lot of time in Canto Bight? Know all the hot spots? “

               SHE DRAWS BACK from the childhood instinct of a mimicked gag, the go-to deflection for any kind of emotional discussion. It’s easy to let her own fatal fear of commitment rub off on her opinion of people. But Poe’s hopeless romanticism has never dampened her admiration for him. ❝ ‘Course I’ve been to Canto Bight, I’m a Calrissian ain’t I? ❞ She’s got a streak for gambling that goes bone deep, it’s the bad habit that brought her parents together in the first place. ❝ There’s nothing better than winning big right under those rich son-of-bantha’s big noses. They’re all emaciated mistresses with geometric hairpieces && fat war barons. I once saw a man eat the crumbs out of his own mustache during a game of Pazaak. ❞

[elfauno]

[capeheir]

     ❝ BUT WHY IS it so much easier for Ben to do it? ❞ Salt stings her eyes, but she does not blink. Keeping the tears balanced on her lower eyelid. She would not have her uncle && mentor see her cry for something so small. ❝ I want to be a good Jedi too. ❞ She’s no Skywalker, no prodigious son of a legendary bloodline. She can never compare to her cousin.

@didntturn

[capeheir]

greysistance.

                              a flush at sad memory, “ it’s unfortunate—” she swallows ; too new to offer comfort, but her fingers flinch, useless at her side . “ i’m glad you are alive.” selfishly, unsaid : i’m glad i’m not alone . rey’s grateful for the change in topic, tone sifting into something … not light, but less of a dreary yoke tugging unwilling emotions from her throat . “ is it in your family ? your blood ?” the nuances of what is acceptable escape her , she’s too distracted by how prettily its been said. 

               THEY SHARE A moment of silence, quietly mourning in the private way strangers do when sharing tragedy. She’d not known Luke had passed until he visited her in the Force. When the moment is over she returns to her smile, but the lines around her eyes stand out a little too clearly to be joy. ❝ First one in my family, but memories are funny things, && I reckon it’s got to be genetic somehow. Maybe it skips generations sometimes. ❞ One shoulder lifts to her ear in a whimsical shrug. 

     ❝ I haven’t used my lightsaber in a while, I’m probably pretty rusty. Maybe we can spar sometime, warm each other up. ❞ Her mouth mentions training but her gaze && her honey-sap contralto tells another story.

[capeheir]

greysistance.

                                          “ you aren’t … wrong .” she laughs ; and it’s wind-chimes on a desert breeze. she doesn’t let the suspicion in sharp eyes disarm her , rey’s come to expect it wherever she goes . this … jedi girl, named savior of them all. she swallows, at the mention of her late tutor , a sudden cut of her eyes to one side, jaws flexing tightly over her words, “ ah, you’re the one that got away.” her phrasing left much to be desired, but she’s got sorrow welling in her gut and she’s trying desperately to learn how to cope with it. luke was bound to come up in conversation, she cannot fall apart every time he does.

                                       “ you’re force sensitive too ?” at that, she finds her smile, nose crinkling and eyes catching the setting sun in their multicolored depths. 

               ASHARA CAN’T HELP but notice how cute she is, unsure of her destiny but all the stronger for it. She’s always had a thing for women who didn’t need any kind of prophecy to be perfervid, ❝ Is that what he called me? ❞ Tears turn her throat tight, sorrow etching her tone with more seriousness than she intended. ❝ I guess so. I wasn’t there when Ben took down the temple. It was my birthday. What a lucky girly I turned out to be. ❞ Sweetbitter, a woman tying to make the best of the tragedy handed to her.

    ❝ I am. Broke my first doll trying to float it over to my crib. ❞

[baroqueblush]

I’m so pink silk but I’m also very black leather

[capeheir]

               SHE MUTTERS A choked, Force damn, before remembering her manners. ❝ Oh, uh, your Majesty, thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I know you must be awful busy && all. ❞ She allows her gaze to wander, trying to track a negotiating path. If her father taught her anything, he taught her that conversations like these are best discussed over drinks. ❝ Why don’t I order you your favorite cocktail && then we can get down to business? ❞

@serotiinal

[capeheir]

rebellionheir.

“ Screw off, Calrissian. I do not look like a schoolboy. “ He very much does, the way his eyes trail after Finn whenever he walks away like he’s a split second away from writing their name in hearts. When he’s eye level with her Poe rolls his own eyes, trying to act like she hadn’t caught him being deeply embarrassing. “ He’s not a stormtrooper, don’t call him that. “ Which really does answer the question she’d asked. “ I know, I know he can take care of himself and all that but I just…whatever, it’s nothing. “ 

               HER SMILES SLIDES along the edge of all-knowing. She’s always been able to read Poe as easily as any official Resistance report. ❝ But you worry anyhow. It’s alright. ❞ She leans forward, closing the distance until the space between them can be classified as furtive. ❝ I’d be worried about him too since he got shooting skills from that metal-head leading them. ❞ Her name eludes Ashara. Something with an f maybe? Farsa? Fasgla? ❝ You worried he gonna’ pick up a hot number on Canto Bight? None of ‘em can compare. Believe me. ❞

[capeheir]

greysistance:

                           “ a fuss ?” her nose wrinkles ; displeasure in that sentiment diluted by a smile worthy of her name . “ i’m rey .” she extends her hand , though , given that she knows enough about her she doubts introductions were absolutely necessary. this was nothing if not a political game, and she’s never cared much for it . “ lieutenant. aren’t you a little young for that ?” it is teasing, but clear in the arch of her brow was very real surprise.  

     ❝ NOW THAT’S KINDA hypocritical coming from a gal who can’t be more than twenty. ❞ && yet the Resistance has chosen to hinge their hope on her success; a nobody scrapper from a backwater world. Ashara doesn’t blame Rey for the attention, but she’s got to wonder what makes the girl so special aside from her cousin’s obvious crush on her. ❝ I got seniority. My daddy was a general for the Rebellion, && I was a student of Luke’s. ❞

[capeheir]

                SHE EXAMINES THE horizon, skin painted with streaks of violet && crimson like the sunset is squeezing the very blood from the sky. It turns the deep neckline of her tunic into a gash, a heavy wound over her heartbeat when she turns to face him. ❝ So, this is where you karked off to. ❞ Ashara’s voice is icily even, too calm to precede a storm. No, this is the silence before a tsunami. ❝ Why’d you leave, Uncle Luke? ❞ Why did you leave me?

@horizonwept

[capeheir]

     ❝ BEN’S BUSY WITH his girlfriend so they send me the milk man instead? Honestly that’s just insulting. Kylo && I go way back, but noooo, he can’t even make time for his poor rebel cousin. ❞ She relaxes into the biting grip of her restraints, easing into interrogation like a second skin. Ashara’s been wearing cuffs since she was old enough to gamble, it feels more like an accessory than a state of incarceration at this point. ❝ C’mon, let’s get this show on the road I don’t have all karking day. ❞

@asinisterbuzz

[capeheir]

     ❝ WERE YOU && Uncle Han boyfriends? ❞ Twelve years old && already too wise for her age. She’s not a Jedi yet, but Luke says she’s got the foresight of a master. ❝ Cause sometimes you give him this look... ❞ She screws up her face into a pucker, eyes wide && weepy. ❝ Oooh Han, old buddy, I just wanna hold your hand && kiss you in the raiiiiiiiinnn. ❞

@smuglr

[capeheir]

     ❝ UH UH, DAMERON, you ain’t getting away that easy. You look like a lovesick schoolboy. ❞ She settles a hand on his shoulder, yanking him down with disproportionate strength to her small stature. ❝ You still going on about that stormtrooper boy? ❞ For all the tease in her tone, Ashara’s eyes hold a well of comfort for him to fall into. ❝ I’m sure he’s gonna be just fine. ❞

@rebellionheir