JUNDLCNDWASTES

A FANDOMLESS OC WRITTEN BY CHRISTINA

[jundlcndwastes]

The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly.

#JUNDLCNDWASTES is an independent, semi-selective (but not mutually exclusive) roleplaying blog for the originally character JUNIPER WOLFHART. She was originally a STAR WARS oc but her development has expanded since her creation. Her main verses include Star Wars, The Walking Dead, and Sons of Anarchy. Written by Christina, 32, she/her. Discord available upon request. DNI if you are a personal blog or a minor.

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Affiliated with these beautiful stars in the galaxy: @s-unfleur & @magikborn & @brasshearts & @hiredassault & @hopegained

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PROMPTS FROM BRIDE *  assorted dialogue from the book by ali hazelwood, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

every second, i want you too much, and every second, i'm on the verge of wanting you more.

you're not a problem, [name]. you're a privilege.

of all the good things i've felt in my fucking life, you are the best.

you think, but you don't know.

i would take anything you chose to give me.

i would take your problems, your gifts, your moods, your passions, your jokes, your body... i would take every last thing if you chose to give it to me.

maybe you're not meant for the way i'm meant for you, but i'm going to choose you anyway, over and over and over again.

you smell like you're mine.

some nights, when i'm walking past your door, i have to whisper to myself "keep going."

what i am is an adult woman with agency and the tools to make choices. feel free to, you know, treat me accordingly.

maybe there is something devastating about the incompleteness of it.

maybe some things transcend reciprocity. maybe not everything is about having.

honey... are we rich?

you make me want to draw again.

that was a badass speech.

stop reading my file.

badass is my middle name.

i don't know you enough to make a judgment.

your jeans are cool.

there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which i'll gracefully allow you to leave me.

spank me and take away my tv privileges.

i have no friends, no hobbies, and no real purpose aside from earning enough money to pay rent in order to... exist, i guess.

stop playing with your food.

other people's approval is a powerful drug.

at times, there are decisions that feel right.

i've seen you use your phone.

you type "google" into the google bar to start a new search.

you need to be told the right things.

you're intelligent and incredibly skilled at what you do.

you're very beautiful to look at.

am i under your protection?

i won't take your freedom. not when so many others have already done so.

if they murder me, avenge me?

any preferences on how?

be creative.

please don't leave.

how the fuck do you smell like this?

you smell like you just came.

i don't know what it is about me that says "please make yourself at home on my lap," but i'll have to fix that.

i could fuck you very nicely right now. i almost did.

i was trying to check my email.

you don't have friends.

what the fuck did you just do?

do you accept?

i am the victim here.

how many people have you killed?

you went limp in my arms, and i was so fucking scared.

i need you to behave.

hope you packed a lint roller.

i fucking love your scent.

can i play with you?

i'm too tired to keep them at bay.

i've taught myself not to care. about anything.

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secret starter call. only secret cause im mobile rn and this isn’t a fancy sc ;p

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note to myself for later: lost au??

[lightsiided]

     "Not everyone sees it that way." To people like Rey and Juniper, aiding the Resistance is the only choice. For so many others, across the galaxy, the thought never even occurs to them. Many are happy to go about their lives as normal. To continue on as if nothing has happened. They turn their cheek against the CREEP of the First Order across the galaxy. If their pockets are lined, they are happy -- no matter who the changes might be hurting.

Leia says this is what things were like under Imperial rule, too. Their numbers were larger, then, but there were still so many who were happy to remain uncaring. To take the Empire's money and help things along by doing NOTHING at all.

Rey pulls the bowl closer to herself, peering down into it. Oatmeal is a pile of soft-looking beige, but the bowl is warm beneath her hands and it can't be worse than rations, so she picks up the spoon and shovels a bite into her mouth. It's perfectly fine -- DELICIOUS, even, considering Rey hasn't eaten since yesterday -- and her eyes are grateful as she nods across the table at Juniper.

After she swallows, Rey continues, "I used to be that way. But if you help, you're not really only looking out for yourself. I mean -- you wouldn't transport and feed the First Order, would you? Just because they offered you some credits?" Her shoulders shrug. "You chose a side. Which is very BRAVE. And more than most of the galaxy can say."

She makes her way through the bowl too quickly. It seemed simple enough to prepare; perhaps this is something they can store and make on the base. It would be nice to have a hot meal every once in a while. It might improve the others' moods, which she isn't surprised tend to VARY, lately. It is a challenging time.

Rey looks up, scraping the spoon along the last dregs of food in the bowl. "Where will you go after you drop me off?"

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It was sort of funny to think about, really. Juniper had grown up watching her dad get himself into all kinds of trouble with a variety of people - smugglers, pirates, criminals, and politicians with deep pockets and even deeper connections. He used to tell her he'd pick dealing with those kinds of shady people any day of the week over aiding either the Resistance or the First Order. It was a dangerous place to get in bed with. There were too many watchful eyes and traitors.

Pledging your allegiance to a cause only extended so far when credits were involved, and people were too willing to flip for the next highest paying client. He'd told her that the galaxy never changed. Someone was always fighting someone. Besides, he'd said, he had been around when the Empire was destroyed, and this was only history repeating itself, as history so often did. The galaxy would always be at war, and peace was only a state of mind.

Juniper used to look at the galaxy through his eyes until she found herself not wanting to be stagnant anymore. Getting into fist fights with pirates was fun, and she enjoyed the adrenaline rush of escaping a client she owed money to by zipping from one star system to the next. But this felt bigger than any of that, and if she could do something as simple as helping a member of the Resistance hitch a ride to the next order of business, then it was the least she could do.

Juniper scoffed, prompting her to dig her spoon through her own bowl of oatmeal. ❝ I'd like to see the First Order think they're welcome on my ship. ❞ Though they did walk around like they had the right to be anywhere they wanted, including on someone else's property. There weren't enough credits in the whole galaxy to persuade her to fight on their side. Something told her, too, that her father would agree, even if he didn't acknowledge it out loud.

She sighed as she thought about her answer and leaned back in her seat. ❝ Wherever the next job takes me, I suppose. Maybe there's something I can pick up in this system. The First Order has caused so much disruption and unrest in my line of business that it's been hard to manage any work at all. ❞

[rayofsunshinc]

Nick glanced toward the fence again, watching the way the dead lean and sway, how the pressure builds in slow, uneven waves.

❝You don’t have to lead them far.❞ He shook his head. ❝Just redirect the front.❞ He gestured faintly with his hand, like he’s tracing their movement in the air. ❝Crack the gate, let the pressure spill outward. The ones closest start moving, and the rest follow. It’s like current.❞ His eyes flick back to hers. ❝You walk them just far enough to break that wall around the building. That’s it.❞ Easier said than done. ❝Then you ease your way back. Like you're just another one losing interest. They're not smart, they won't track you.❞ 

The dead weren't the only thing though, were they? His eyes moved back to her, taking in that shift from confidence to something tighter. The question hung there between them, heavier than the keys in her pocket.

❝They're going to be focused on the ones that are getting out.❞ Nick’s gaze sharpened slightly, something protective cutting through the calm. ❝You're not doing this alone. I’ll be watching. If something goes wrong, I’ll see it. And I’ll come get you.❞ Again ... easier said than done, but he meant it.

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Juniper had never done something like this before, or at least, not this big. Leading a small group of the dead away was nothing, but a mass of them? An entire horde that Redstar had contained as one big security measure? That was on an entirely different, massive skill level, which was why she hadn't even asked if anyone else was comfortable doing this. It was her idea, and she was going to be the one to take it on herself. But right now, in this private moment with Nick advising her on how to handle it, she was allowed to let her nerves get the better of her, as evidenced by the way she wrung her hands at her sides. Out there, she couldn't let a single nerve rattle her. Everyone in their inner circle was counting on her. She couldn't fuck it up.

Crack the gate. Let them spill out by themselves. Stagger away like I'm losing interest. She repeated what he said to her silently in her head, over and over, making sure she had everything down. She wasn't foolish to think it would go that easily, not without a few bumps in the road, but if she could just get that gate open and move most of the horde away from here, then it was a step in the right direction.

Flashes of what could go wrong rang through her head, from gunfire to gnarled teeth, but Nick's words cut through her worries. 'I'll come get you,' he said, and she released a sharp breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. It sank the tension in her shoulders, though they still felt tight. They probably would be until she was back in here again, away from the dead, and hopefully without much suspicion hanging over her head.

❝ Okay, ❞ she said quietly at first, but then quickly altered her voice so she spoke with much more confidence than before. ❝ Okay, I can do this. I'm ready. ❞

[jundlcndwastes]

Eron Skywalker & Juniper Wolfhart for @hopegained !

[adoringaliciavikander]

“So, what’s in the other shoe?”

[magikborn-movedd-deactivated202]

"Animals  are  the  greatest  teachers."  There  were  no  complex  rules  humans  made.  No  politics  and  mannerisms  on  how  to  act.  Just  pure  unhinged  instincts.  All  driven  by  basic  needs.  Hunger  could  be  described  in  a  certain  aspect.  It  was  the  feeling  he  felt  at  that  moment.  A  carnal  drive  that  pushed  him  towards  wanting  to  please  her  and  her  alone. It  was  why  he  waited  until  now  to  pounce.  Riddick  was  not  the  melodious  sort  when  it  came  to  his  plotting.  When  the  feeling  came  over,  he  acted.  Plain  and  simple.  His  hand  grazing  her  skin  lightly,  he  dared  to  open  his  palm  so  he  made  contact  using  the  soap  as  his  guide.  The  warmth  of  Juni's  skin under  his  fingers  brought  on  the  hunger  twisting  in  his  lower  gut.  Riddick's  need  grew  with  it.  This  time  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  deny  himself.  If  she  desired  him,  then  there  would  be  no  holding  back.  "Most  mate  for  life.  When  they  find  their  partner,  that's  it,"  he  finally  said.  Did  he  find  his  person?  He'd  like  to  think  so. His  hand  ventured  lower  to  the  curve  of  her  back  as  he  washed  every  inch.  Her  sun-touched  skin  felt  smooth  compared  to  the  rough  pads  of  his  fingers.  This  he  could  get  used  too.  Just  them  and  all  the  time  in  the  universe.

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❝ I admire their instincts, ❞ she complimented, and maybe it wasn't totally towards the animal kingdom either. Maybe she'd always admired Riddick's instincts as well and how he wasn't ashamed to act on them. For instance, she suspected that not one part of him was ashamed to enter the room while she was enjoying the refresher. Not even when he dropped article after article of clothing, and not even after he was a breath away from her naked body. There wasn't an ounce of shame to be found, and Juniper found herself incredibly aroused by that. She liked that he had stalked after her like a predator would its prey, and now she wondered what his teeth would feel like sinking into her hot skin.

Partner. Juniper's eyes closed as that word hung in the air around them. That word had meant something else before now. They had shared the same space on her ship, flying from one end of the galaxy to the next job, or even on a whim, just because they could. From the moment her father whisked her away into the stars, she had felt the freedom she couldn't find in the sandy dunes of Tatooine. She never wanted anything or anyone to take that from her. Now, she wanted to share that freedom with Riddick. He'd rarely had the chance of experiencing it before, with everything he had been through. Now, as his hands felt her up and down, "partner" meant something completely different.

The smuggler was careful as she slowly turned around to face him for the first time since they'd stood in the shower together. Her back had been turned to him, only allowing him glimpses of what feminine features shaped her naked, wet body. Juniper looked up into the whites and bright blues of his eyes, and the blood rushed into her cheeks and painted her chest pink. She didn't know how he really saw her through his eyeshine, but she imagined that it didn't truly matter when he saw her as much more than a shape and altered colors. He saw something in her that he imprinted on. A partner, he had just said.

The tips of her fingers slowly glided against his broad shoulder and traced their way up to his neck. She leaned upwards, slowly, despite her own caged animal gnawing at the bars to be let out from inside of her. Her lips finally found his own, honey sweet, conveying what words couldn't say just yet. They were partners in every sense of the word.

[retriibutions]

of course, jax understood the desire to know what was happening or what had happened to a parent. the only problem was that curiosity was a dangerous thing, one that could get you killed if you stuck your nose into the wrong thing. too many people seemed to romanticize the club and the lifestyle, especially those who wanted a place as someone's old lady. but reality was, this life was violent and rotten.

the lit cigarette is placed between his lips, a long drag taken as jackson nods. "yeah, you can clean up. i'll wait for you," he says, walking out of the garage and into the daylight.

it was hard to be the bad guy sometimes but people were talking. words whispered about her getting in the way of business, even if that wasn't true. he wanted to warn her away for now - remind her she's better off for her dad and herself both, not getting involved. "better hurry though. i can't wait forever."

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Juniper ducked inside so that she could wash up in the bathroom. It was all in a hard day's work of a mechanic, hands turning black from everything they touched under the hood or rubbing off from old tires. You name it, she had gotten herself dirty with it and spent a lot of time scrubbing it out from underneath her nails at the end of the day. Today was no different, only she tried to hurry up as she drenched her hands in soap and water and got what she could off. Jax had made a point in wanting to talk to her about something important, and she wasn't going to keep him waiting for very long.

After sprucing herself up enough to be presentable, she wandered back out to meet him outside the garage, hands looking a lot cleaner than before, and the smudges on her cheek were wiped off like they were never there to begin with. You might not have believed she was a mechanic at all. ❝ So - where're we eatin'? ❞ As if she could really get much of an appetite when Jax, of all people, wanted to talk to her alone. She suspected this couldn't be all that good, but when was Juniper ever one to let her nerves get to her?

[rayofsunshinc]

Nick’s breath caught the second she nodded. Whatever hesitation had been sitting heavy in his chest loosened enough for him to move, his hand tightening around hers as he closed the small distance between them. It wasn't rushed. His other hand came up, slow and careful, brushing lightly along her jaw before settling at the side of her neck. He was close enough to just feel her breath, foreheads almost brushing. His eyes flicked up to hers one last time, making sure this was real.

Then he kissed her. It was soft, tentative even. But the longer it lasted, the more it deepened. It wasn't rushed still, but certain. He was trying to hold onto something good before the world had a chance to take it. This felt good, felt right.

When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. His forehead rested gently against hers, breath uneven, a quiet laugh slipping out of him. Nerves and the feeling of why didn't I do that sooner?

He leaned in to kiss her again, this time kissing her more deeply. His hand threading through her freshly cut hair just a little. He didn't want to stop kissing her now that he'd started.

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Juniper's gaze remained heavy on his, and she fell in sync with his movement. She never let go of his hand for a second, like touching him and holding onto him in this way was their link to the feelings they shared. They had been growing for some time now, ever since they made their silent pact to take this place down from the inside and make it a safe place for everyone who remained. They shared personal stories and dreams. She ran her fingers through his hair and teased him about needing to get it trimmed, and suddenly they were cutting each other's hair and realizing what had been blossoming all along.

Her lips were sweet and soft when they met his, and her lids closed halfway as she surrendered herself to the moment they were suddenly sharing. Humanity had to learn to be hard, and Juniper wasn't the exception. She had been tough before the end of the world, but she had to be tougher when the dead began eating the living. She didn't trust anyone easily, and she certainly didn't let anyone see just how vulnerable she could be. But all of that fell apart when she was with Nick, especially in this moment. She could be as soft as she wanted to be.

There wasn't anything desperate or forceful when she kissed him. Nothing that screamed, we might die soon, so better now than never. Nothing that even suggested her pent-up feelings were all going to spill out now that they were sharing this moment together. No, she stayed soft at first and followed his lead.

She took a moment to catch her breath after he pulled away, finding that her lips were curled into a small smile. Well, she hadn't expected that to happen after teasing him about his hair. But hadn't she been the one running her fingers through his hair before she ever said anything about needing a trim? He'd seemed perfectly content with her doing it, too. So maybe, she thought as she glanced up at him, she should have expected something to happen sooner than later.

Her free hand rested on his shoulder when their lips found their way back to each other, and she kissed him back, sweeter. His mouth was so warm that it made her heart jump, and the blood went rushing loudly in her ears. She tilted her head ever so slightly as they deepened the kiss, prompting a quiet sound only heard in the small space they shared - and wasn't that space just a sliver between them when their lips parted long enough to crash together again?

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THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH SENTENCE STARTERS. | ❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜ (( from khaaaan! )) asked by @deficd

Brown eyes stayed glued to the sky, like if she looked away even for a moment, she'd miss something. Nothing was ever different about them either. The same colors painted the sky and collided against each other every morning and every night. Shades of orange blistered the great wide canvas, met by deep purples and bursts of yellow. Then it all faded into blue or black. But it didn't matter if you could see the same thing every day, because it was beautiful. Everyone was always so mesmerized by it, no matter how repetitive. Juniper knew she was.

❝ Maybe it's not about the time of day exactly. ❞ She spoke quietly, as if raising her voice a single octave would disturb the melody of colors sinking into each other. ❝ What if it's what you feel about them? Do you like sunsets because it's the end of a long day, or do you like the sunrises more because it's about to be a new adventure? ❞ She looked at Khan, gauging his reaction to see if what she said made sense or sounded absolutely ridiculous. She cracked a smile to herself because, hell, maybe it was a mix of both.

[hiredassault]

Floyd stopped. It wasn’t the sudden, tactical halt of a man sensing an ambush ;; it was something slower, HEAVIER. The word captivated hung in the freezing air between them, shimmering like the lantern light on the frost. He’d spent a lifetime breaking out of cages, yet here she was, offering him one made of nothing but soft words && steady eye contact.

He turned fully toward her, the heavy leather of his gear CREAKING in the silence. The ‘mentor’ mask was fraying at the edges, scorched by the lingering heat on his cheek where her lips had grazed him. He didn't retreat. Instead, he took a half-step forward, closing the distance she’d tentatively maintained.

His gaze searched hers, intense and UNFLINCHING, stripping away the layers of banter they usually used as armor. The wind howled through the stone arches, but Floyd didn't feel the bite of it anymore. "I’ve never been much for captive audiences." He added, his smirk lopsided and uncharacteristically soft. "But for you;; I might be persuaded to lengthen the curriculum. Provided you stop MISFIRING, of course."

[jundlcndwastes]

Juniper was normally a woman who knew EXACTLY what she was doing. She did everything with purpose, and yet, in their fleeting seconds where they shared the same space, and her warm breath had fallen on his lips, she hadn't a single clue what she was doing at all. Well, certainly, she had some clue when she dared to stand on the tips of her toes and lean in with soft lips. Only, at the very last second, she had changed directions and had chastely kissed his cheek instead.

Juniper had noted only afterwards that Floyd hadn't even flinched when she dared to kiss him. She was normally so good at keeping him at arm's length, out of respect for their banter and how they seemed to loathe each other most of the time. But then she broke down the space between them, ignored the obvious nature of their relationship, and dared to face something real and tangible between them.

She remained still as he stepped towards her, inviting his presence closer to her, if he dared to accept her invitation. ❝ The next time I fire, I'll be sure to hit my target, ❞ she spoke in a voice as smooth as warm honey.

[rayofsunshinc]

❝Maybe one day, when this is all ... a choice of when we can come and go, we go out to the ocean.❞ He knew going to the coast wouldn't be the top priority, but what was the world without dreams of doing normal things, like taking a trip or even a vacation. Imagine that. He knew that once Juniper was away from here, she wanted to look for her dad. As far as Nick was concerned, he was going with her.

Yes, he thought about his family. He thought about them more than he wanted to admit. And maybe one day they could go looking for them too. He just couldn't imagine himself doing anything without Juniper. Maybe that was a silly thought too.

❝I definitely miss it. We used to go all the time when I was a kid. I mean, I went when I was a rotten teenager too, but I remember it being most fun when the whole family was out there.❞

He smiled to himself at the memory. ❝If the wind blows hard enough, you can kind of imagine it's the ocean.❞ He said, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the sky. ❝Just imagine it. Me and you, a couple of towels, a couple of beers. It won't be a boat, but it could be nice.❞ He laughed, looking back over at Juniper. ❝What do you think?❞

[jundlcndwastes]

Juniper wasn't sure if this was all wishful thinking or not, but she favored the idea of them getting as far away from here as they could possibly get and ending up on a beach somewhere. She would be satisfied galavanting on a shore, even if just for a day. A sunny, seasalty day. There wasn't any hiding the grin on her face at the idea of it either. All they had in this place were dreams, right? Dreams of getting out of here and being free; finding family and friends out there on the other side. Going anywhere they wanted because they could, couldn't they?

So what if not everything came to fruition in the end? They had to keep dreaming and hoping for a better tomorrow. Otherwise, all they had to look forward to was this place; making sure the dead didn't break down any more fences, or worrying about being burned and scarred if they didn't do what they were supposed to. Never seeing their loved ones again because these scared and hardened faces were all they were ever going to know if they didn't do something to change it all.

She followed Nick's gaze to the sky, trying as hard as she could to imagine they were sitting on some sandy shore right now, listening to the waves crashing out there on the blue horizon. Playing pretend wasn't so bad when he was by her side. ❝ Yeah, well, I don't need a boat if I've got you. ❞ She said it and meant it, looking back at him so he knew that, too.

[hiredassault]

His arms tightened around her the second she said it, like something in him reacted before he could THINK. He let out a slow breath against her shoulder, steadying himself in the warmth of her, in the familiarity he couldn’t explain.

"You keep saying things like that;; like you’ve already decided this for both of us." He murmured, voice low, not accusing.... just tired, heavy with everything he didn’t understand. His hand slid up to her jaw, thumb brushing lightly over her skin as if confirming she was real.

"I don’t remember loving you." Floyd admitted, the words rough && uneven. " ----- && I hate that... because whatever this is;; this pull, this... need to keep you close ;; it’s not NOTHING." His jaw clenched faintly. They sat close... too close to be accidental, too natural to question. She was half-curled into him on the bed, his arm firm around her waist, keeping her there like it was instinct. Their legs brushed, TANGLED just enough && every small movement drew them closer instead of apart. His hand rested at her jaw, thumb grazing her skin in slow, absent strokes, like he was memorizing something he couldn’t recall.

He leaned his forehead against hers again, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping softer && quieter, but heavier. "So if you’re staying ----- don’t make it a promise you feel trapped in." A pause, breath catching just slightly. "Stay because you want me ;; even if I’m not the man you remember."

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Juniper didn't want to face that she had offered to stay with him when he needed her, or somebody who could take care of him when he needed them more than ever, out of obligation. Their breakup had come so suddenly, like it had manifested out of thin air, or she was too blind to see that everything was coming to a head and everything they had together was being pulled apart at the seams until there was nothing left of them.

She chose to be blind. She didn't want to see the dissolution of a relationship with somebody she loved more than anything else in the world. It hurt too much to see it coming. So yes, she chose to be here with Floyd out of obligation because she thought it was better to help him than face her fresh wounds. He'd only gotten into the accident right after their breakup, after all.

The silence from her said it all; she had made up her mind for both of them out of duty. But really...wasn't it more than just a doctor's suggestion that Floyd be around someone familiar to help him heal and regain his memories piece by piece? If she had chosen not to face their break because of her love for him, then wasn't that why she was here all along? Love?

It should have hurt more that he didn't remember loving her, but what he said, how he felt this pull, it somehow made up for it. Maybe not completely, but in some ways. Somewhere inside of him, Floyd felt what they once had and was clinging onto that feeling for dear life as he prayed for the memories to return. Suddenly, she was praying for them to, too. Even if it meant...

She trembled, and her breathing turned shallow. ❝ I do want you, ❞ she told him. If those memories returned, would he still want her? Would they break up all over again? ❝ And I'll stay with you until every memory comes back. ❞ For better or worse.

[hiredassault]

The knight stopped when she did, the distance between them closing just enough that he could study her properly,;; really study her this time, not as a charge to return, but as something sharper, more restless. The torchlight from the distant walls caught along the edge of his features, carving them into something stern but not UNFEELING. He listened without interrupting, her words spilling out with that mix of defiance && something quieter beneath it... something he recognized but wouldn’t name.

Her offer hung in the air, bold in a way that didn’t quite match her inexperience && for a moment he said NOTHING. His gaze dropped briefly, noting the tension in her stance, the way her hands held themselves like she was already bracing for refusal. Then he exhaled slowly through his nose, shifting his weight as if reconsidering a path he hadn’t planned to take.

He stepped a fraction closer, not enough to crowd, just enough to be clear. "You want to learn, then you learn properly. No running off, no proving something to people who don’t care either way." His tone settled into something firmer, almost INSTRUCTIONAL. "You show up, you listen, you do it right ------ or you don’t do it at all."

A brief pause, then, more GROUNDED than anything he’d said so far, " -----&& if you’re carrying a blade, princess… you don’t get to hesitate. Not once."

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As she held her breath in wait of an answer, she could hear the pumping of blood in her ears growing louder. Juniper was a princess by blood, and therefore, royalty ran through her veins. But it wasn't who she was. She dressed herself in flowing gowns and attended various parties; she had the finest tutors teach her literature and history; and though it wasn't exactly her place, she even paid attention to the many politics that took place in the kingdom and beyond their walls. But none of it pleased her, not really. She would trade frilly dresses in for muddy boots any day, as well as endure various injuries as she learned self-defense and sword handling over sitting in a silent library reading about monarchs from halfway across the globe that were shut in their tombs now.

Juniper wasn't wise to what she was destined for in this lifetime, but she was certain this wasn't it. She wasn't going to sit around a castle waiting for destiny to drop in her lap either. She was going to go get it herself. Perhaps this dutiful knight was meant to find her on this very chilly evening, and as silence fell between them, she grew more and more hopeful that he was taking in her words with serious consideration.

His words cut her even if he didn't realize they did. Something she troubled herself with was PROVING HERSELF to everyone that she was more than what they perceived her as. It was time to look inwards, perhaps, and realize she didn't need to try so hard as she did. The knight could be right, she supposed. Why put so much effort into proving herself to parties that didn't care?

❝ I'll do it all, ❞ she agreed to it, a seriousness in her gaze. All of her playful exterior was lost to the night and the quiet wind. ❝ It isn't some silly game to me, nor a fairytale. I want to learn. I want you to teach me. ❞ She held out her hand to him, ready to shake on their deal.

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"I guess," West shrugged again. He didn't see what the joke exactly was, but not antagonizing the little girl seemed to be the prudent thing to do. West didn't like arguing or fighting. He hated it when Lewyn was annoyed with him. He hated it when there was any argument about him (he never argued with Lewyn so there wasn't any worry over that.)

"You did have me fooled for a second. The sound over your voice made you sound real." West lightened up with she sort of apologized and he realized she wasn't being mean about it.

"Is that what you want to do when you... are older?" West didn't want to say 'grow up'. It sounded a little demeaning, even if she was a kid.

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Juniper wasn't sure if he was only humoring her or not, but she'd take it. Her need to stir up some antics had been fulfilled, and now the helmet was tossed carelessly to the side into a heaping pile of sand (that stretched on and on as far as the eye could see out here, as was the norm anywhere you turned in this desert). ❝ Be a trooper? No way, ❞ she laughed at the notion. The idea of being part of any type of organized group, much less one belonging to the Empire, didn't bode well with her. It went against her independent nature. ❝ I'm destined for greater things. You know, like trading in the sand for stars. ❞ She motioned her hand up at the sky. She didn't hate Tatooine, as it was her home, but she wanted to be like her dad. She wanted to have a ship and go anywhere she could possibly fly to.