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âif there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then iâm going to make him cryâ
@uranography @knghtes @atrophosis @destroyelena @darkminded-ren
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@destroyelena
knights of ren + aesthetic
âif there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then iâm going to make him cryâ
@uranography @knghtes @atrophosis @destroyelena @darkminded-ren
no progress on a cure. nothing.
the inaction is starting to grate at her more now than ever. she is weaker than sheâs been in recent memory, and at some point the true realization that she might actually die has begun to crawl up her spine. itâs then that she starts isolating herself, slipping away from others and finding quiet corners to sit. trying to center herself - some part of her reaching all the way back to those teachings back at the temple (the last place and time she remembers being truly sick, young and her first time off of her home planet), somewhere she tries her best not to return to even in memory.
and remembering that hurts too, amongst all the aches and pains, but she doesnât know what else to do with herself.
verya coughs thickly, listening to the sound of her own lungs, the wheeze of her breath. âfuck.â
oh, how the mighty fall.
in the days since the beginning of the outbreak, elena had avoided the quarantine. the sight of those weak and diseased reminded her too much of her young self: suffocating from fumes from the factory sheâd worked at before things changed, coughing up blood after a long dayâs work. but, when sheâd heard that some of her fellow knights had fallen ill, she couldnât help but swing by. she was never the type to offer any encouraging words, but she just wanted to see.
elena walks up to the spot on the glass nearest verya and leans against it. âi would have thought that if anyone could have avoided this, it would have been you. regardless, maybe you will still survive this.â
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she had no love for kylo ren; if she had to sum it up, sheâd call her emotions toward him respect. sheâd gone with him when he destroyed luke skywalkerâs temple because she wanted to stay alive and taste the dark side. yet, she couldnât help but feel a sense of obligation to visit him in quarantine when she heard that he was sick.
with her arms crossed and a smug smile on her face, she approached the glass and spoke to kylo on the other side: âi have to say, you were the last person i thought iâd see behind this wall. but if you die, i get to lead the knights, right?â it sounded like joke, but there was nothing she craved more than the power.
Amilyn was lost, lost to the stars. Her daring act had been one last middle finger up to the First Order that had done nothing but chase the Resistance to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. When she had pulled that handle and set the ship into hyperspace her thoughts had been clear and strong- even if blackness had hit after. The purple haired woman flexed her fingers, surveying the strange environment around her, she had no idea how she had ended up on Naboo and she was silently perplexed when she caught sigh of a reflection that was one of her youth. âWhatâs happening?â she murmured, bringing a hand up through her light purple locks, the woman standing back when some people ran by panicked about something urgent.Â
since the outbreak had occurred, elena had primarily remained in her room, away from anyone who could possibly infect her. sure, everyone else was in quarantine, but she could never be too sure. the most interaction sheâd had since the beginning was with the queenâs servants; but the safety and stability bored her. her bones were aching for something new.
as she took a walk outside the palace, she came upon a woman with purple hair, looking bewildered at the rush of people.
âhavenât you heard? everyone here is either sick or trying to find a cure.â elena said.
ELENA CROMWELL is TWENTY-THREE years old, and hails from THE FIRST ORDER (KNIGHT OF REN). she is TENACIOUS yet SELFISH, and looks a lot like IVANA BAQUERO.
whatâs up itâs ya girl nia and i just think that ivana baquero is really hot okay
yâall know the drill: short bio of her is below, full bio is here, pls like and/or reply if youâd like to plot. iâll probs post a starter in the morning âcause iâm tired lmao