𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙮

[mandakar]

this  is  an   independent  ,   private  and  highly  selective  blog  for   𝚍𝚒𝚗  𝚍𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗   from  the  star  wars  series   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 .   main  verse  is  set  post - mandalorian  s2  finale .   headcanon  based  and  mostly  friends - only .   low  activity   /   active  on  weekends .   written  by  mak   (  she / they  ,   25  ,   est  ,   dumbass  gemini  tbh  ) .

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂  𝚃𝙾  𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚈  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴  ,   𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷  𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚈 .

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜.     carrd .     headcanons .     memes .     wishlist .

[wizardslays-a]

𝙞  𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡   .  .  .   𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙩  𝙢𝙚 .

[gentlmn]

Exam day today 😳‼️

[enjedi]

"But will that make you happy?" Hehehe >:)

philosophical ruminations of jedi teachings are thoughts all but lost amid a sea of bright white. a raw sense of pleasure felt from head to toe, every cell tingling from sensitivity — and the waves began to crash ashore, swallowing him whole. ocean eyes awash with lust, noting the sweat donning bronzed flesh of the body ‘neath him, the body of a war - weary bounty hunter reaping his rewards for his latest task. his payment is simply in the form of the desecration of holy grounds. the jedi’s body, a temple in itself, revered in ways deemed both sacred and profane with one hand wrapped ‘round his neck and the other clutching a tender thigh that moves of its own accord. there’s a vague warning from forces beyond his control, but the voices lose the battle to a pair of lips that promise him sweet release of a tension rooted deep in his bones, coaxing him to completion of their rituals in the dark shade of night. said lips allow a voice, one no longer muffled by beskar armor, to guide him toward the warmth of light. blunt nails digging into supple flesh surely to bruise both neck and hip, scratching and scraping as his silhouette moves gracefully atop the mandalorian’s lap.  he wanted only to be closer. and he was already so close.  so very close to the edge. he braces himself as hips stutter in their pace, ritual coming to an end with an exclamation, a name pulled from heaving lungs with a force unknown to even the jedi himself.  (  din.   din.   din.  )  mind focusing only on him.

their momentum slows, and he’s left nearly gasping for air. hands brace his body on broad shoulders that lay beneath him. though they shift when his anchor to the planet rises, if only to meet him halfway, meet in the middle for lips to crash hazardously. the tight hold to his neck releases and an arm wraps itself possessively ‘round thin waist. tongue tracing the fine line of plush lips before teeth tug them in the most obscene way. he whimpers when they begin to swell. his heart following suit. in the heat of the moment, he forgot how he began to shamelessly take part in this blasphemy. initially, it was naught but a result of tension and adrenaline; they simply fell into step thereafter. was this no coincidence, but a product of the force and unnatural fates? they were meant to be here. together. or so he liked to believe.

each time they trained, saber to saber, luke could feel more than just the pull of attraction. he could feel — and has certainly felt — (  daresay  )  attachment rooting itself a home, a shelter in the heart of a jedi. a place where it truly held no right to exist. the jedi must serve all, not a select few  :  a lesson he intended to pass on to his students, for the future of the jedi, if only to preserve balance in the galaxy. and though, he dare not shun away from embracing emotions, love —  not as his masters did — it was still very dangerous of him to toy with the idea of loving another so deeply. and it earned him a sinking feeling of regret, as the jedi of old berated him endlessly in the nights when the mandalorian paid no visit to the temple. his thoughts fester — until din djarin offered him relief, release.  

admittedly, unbeknownst to the mandalorian, he offered luke a distraction from the weight of a prophecy, treating him with a rare sense of roughness he was unaccustomed. everyone treated him like glass, so precious he might break, but when din fisted through golden locks, bruised his hips  /  his neck with his hands and teeth, it was a new feeling — one he welcomed, relished.  so much so, it became desired, thus routine.

when they finally break apart, bare form collapses beside the other, hallowed grounds burning his flesh. (  oh, how you might wish to repent. repent for your sins, skywalker.  )  the grass tickling his backside when he pulls himself up, looking for the robes tossed aside in the heat of pleasure. his thoughts floating in the haze of post - pleasure, and he mumbles something aloud in between exhales meant to help catch his breath,   ❝   this was the last time. we should probably … stop this. it might ...   ❞   his mouth twisting, attempting to right himself, his ways.  ❝   it might complicate things.   ❞  he vaguely gestures with hands, brows furrowing. to his displeasure, however, the mandalorian props himself on his elbows, smugly looking him over in disbelief, muttering his own response  :  ❝  but will that make you happy?   ❞

happy? no,  perhaps not. as he can feel his heart sink at the thought of not seeing the mandalorian, feeling his weight either beneath or on top of him in twilight hours when slumber has claimed all its possible victims and they were left to their own devices. the heat between them is a fire he could never extinguish, nor would he wish to. he stills, briefly. eyes close, seeking solace in the form of momentary meditation. if only for a second, he’d need to center himself –– to consult the force. they would need to put an end to their nightly ... routine, it would be best, of course –– and selfless, as it was expected of him to hold no ties to love.

to love.

love. did he love …? the thought hinders his thoughts, he swallows thick. brows furrowing further upon the realization.  love?  the word crosses his mind once, twice, thrice.  he can hear the other shifting closer towards him, to pull him back. but with his mind racing, he can’t seem to move. he’s frozen. the warmth of din djarin moving ever nearer, tempting him. he thinks, no this is just passion. he couldn’t possibly … (  oh, but he does. doesn’t he?  )  ❝  i …  ❞  instinctively, then, he recedes.  growing colder without the presence of another. urgently, he picks up his clothes, throws on sacred robes that feel dirty against his skin.  hands begin to defensively waving in font of him,  ❝  this was … good. very good. but i have to —- uh … lessons —---- my students … i forgot about their lesson.   ❞  and he’s frantically parting ways, embarrassed, rambling.

and as his pace hurriedly brings him back towards the temple, he can hear the voices resurface to the forefront of his mind, jumbled words of various masters of old   :   you love him don’t you, young skywalker?  /  love is the path to the dark side.  /  love leads to fear. /  fear leads to anger.  /  anger leads to hate.  

[mandakar]

          THE  EVENING  FINALLY  DRAWS  TO  A  CLOSE  ,   the  last  remnants  of  royalty  dispersing  into  the  night  and  the  halls  of  the  palace  becoming  vacant  once  more .   xenovarian  galas  are  often  exhaustingly  vibrant  ,   their  exuberance  painted  within  every  detail  ;   all  the  way  down  to  the  glimmering  crystal  glassware  housing  exotic  liquors  found  only  in  the  planet's  finest  distilleries .   the  drinks  are  complimentary  to  those  who  serve  their  king     (   albeit  sierra  would  sneak  extra  to  her  favored  bodyguard  nonetheless   )  ,   making  the  night  far  more  tolerable  than  that  of  a  sober  mind .

          HIS  HEAD  IS  SWIMMING  BENEATH  THE  WEIGHT  OF  STEEL  ,   helmet  disguising  the  flush  blotching  atop  cheekbone .   perhaps  the  slight  lack  of  inhibition  is  what  allows  din  to  be  dragged  forth  into  her  chambers  ,   the  soft  echo  of  the  lock  reverberating  against  the  barren  halls .   although  the  edges  of  his  vision  blur  in  the  slightest  ,   there  is  no  denying  the  primal  gleam  flickering  within  starry  gaze .   something  stirs  ,   heavy  and  demanding  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  ,   as  he  succumbs  to  the  dangerous  game  she  is  so  willing  to  play .

          HELMET  FORGONE  IN  FAVOR  OF  LOOKING  UPON  HER  WITH  OWN  EYES  ,   brown  curls  collide  with  luxe  sheets  as  sierra  shoves  him  onto  his  back  ,   hard .   sharp  lines  of  armor  contrast  silken  fabric  ,   silhouette  eerily  out  of  place  among  a  room  wrought  with  luxury .   the  weight  of  her  grounds  din  in  this  moment  ,   crawling  onto  his  lap  in  a  manner  akin  to  predator  stalking  their  prey .   sierra  straddles  his  thighs  with  purpose  ,   ever  fierce  in  all  of  her  ministrations  ,   the  teasing  smirk  blooming  atop  features  tantalizingly  erotic     (   though  din  does  not  comment  on  the  way  her  marks  glow  alight  with  varying  shades  of  pink   ) .

❛    i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear .   thought  you’d  like  to  know .     ❜     //     @xenovair-archive​

          OH  ,   WHAT  A  TEMPTING  CONFESSION  IT  IS  ;   the  imagery  of  the  princess  bare  beneath  her  garb  sending  a  powerful  shiver  down  the  length  of  his  spine .   calloused  palms  instinctively  go  to  grab  at  the  swell  of  her  hips  ,   the  gloves  once  adorned  now  long  forgotten  on  the  floor  below  ,   nails  leaving  crescent-shaped  marks  from  where  they  dig  into  flesh .   she  knows  exactly  what  she's  doing  ,   with  naught  but  thin  trousers  separating  skin  ;   bound  to  feel  the  spark  of  interest  manifesting  itself  as  a  scorching  heat  pooling  in  the  space  between  his  thighs .   there  is  nothing  left  to  hide  except  what  little  remains  of  his  dignity .

          “     tease .     ”          din  groans  ,   earthy  timbre  molten  with  sensuality .   he  hikes  the  skirt  higher  and  higher  until  he  discovers  the  truth  of  her  promise  ,   the  ache  in  his  hips  demanding  attention  at  the  sight .   perhaps  this  was  her  intent  all  along  ;   the  incessant  tease  driving  him  to  the  very  brink  ,   swollen  lips  begging  for  more .   din  is  playing  right  into  her  hands  ,   the  alcohol  fueled  fantasy  of  hips  rocking  against  his  mouth  taking  precedence  to  any  remnants  of  reservation  that  lingers .   strong  arms  swoop  around  her  legs  and  usher  her  forth  ,   so  that  she  hovers  just  so  above  tapered  nose  and  the  scruff  along  his  chin .   a  chaste  kiss  pressed  once  ,   twice  ,   thrice  to  the  uppermost  part  of  her  thigh  ,   so  very  close  to  the  point  of  no  return .   when  brown  eyes  flutter  upward  to  search  her  expression  ,   pupils  blown  wide  in  the  wake  of  anticipation  ,   an  unspoken  question  lingers  within  heated  stare  :   who’s  the  tease  now ?

[peacefield]

pedro pascal in fire meet gasoline

[mandakar]

i log on to destroy annie and then i log off ,

[mandakar]

          THE  RUINS  OF  THE  ANCIENT  TEMPLE  HAVE  LONG  SINCE  TRANSFORMED  INTO  A  WARRIOR’S  REFUGE .   crumbling  walls  patched  with  clay  ,   repurposed  into  arenas  for  the  next  generation  of  jedi  to  train .   all  at  the  hands  of  luke  skywalker   (   and  with  the  help  of  hundreds  of  droids  ,   rebuilding  this  sacred  space  one  by  one  ;   brick  by  brick   ) .   din  had  oftentimes  met  with  the  jedi  ,   here  ,   amongst  his  kind’s  very  ancestors  ,   focusing  on  the  mastery  of  the  darksaber  that  weighs  heavily  at  his  hip .   long  hours  and  adrenaline - fueled  nights  naught  but  a  catalyst  to  the  tension  wrought  between  bodies  separated  by  mere  weapons  alone .   for  as  long  as  they  dance  along  this  tethered  string  ,   one  can  only  bend  so  far  until  the  other  finally  breaks .

          AND  THEN  ,   SOMETHING  SHIFTS .   an  awakening  ,   a  heaviness  burning  hot  against  his  skin  hidden  beneath  the  protection  of  beskar .   luke  can  sense  it  too  ,   he  presumes  ,   if  the  clumsy  side  step  is  any  indication  ,   allowing  din  to  strike  him  down  for  the  win .   the  constant  whirring  of  the  darksaber  burns  dangerously  close  to  the  column  of  his  throat  ,   illuminating  the  bounce  of  adam’s  apple  when  luke  finally  swallows .   the  space  between  them  narrows  ,   a  sliver  between  where  beskar  ends  and  robes  begin  ,   trapping  luke  against  the  hardened  walls  of  the  temple .   the  moment  seems  frozen  in  time  ,   if  not  for  the  flicker  of  the  blade  and  staggered  breaths  breaching  the  silence  and  shattering  the  illusion .   the  haze  of  his  visor  does  little  in  distorting  vision  ;   heated  gaze  traversing  the  slope  of  flushed  cheeks  and  parted  lips .   the  sensation  grows  stronger  ,   coiling  tighter  in  his  stomach  ,   and  he’s  quickly  losing  the  inner  battle  of  self  restraint .   it  isn’t  until  luke  releases  a  breathy  sigh  that  the  tension  within  finally  snaps .

          THE  DARKSABER  CLATTERS  TO  THE  GROUND  ,   blade  sheathing  within  its  hilt  upon  impact  ,   and  din’s  hands  are  immediately  all  on  luke .   leather  fingers  dig  bruises  into  the  cleft  of  his  hip  ,   hoisting  lithe  frame  upward  and  slamming  bodies  unceremoniously  onto  the  wall  behind  them .   they  align  in  perfect  unison  ;   hips  slotting  together  whilst  legs  secure  themselves  around  the  small  of  his  back  ,   uncaring  of  how  the  edges  of  beskar  pinch  onto  covered  flesh .   he  utilizes  the  support  of  the  wall  to  make  a  desperate  attempt  to  remove  his  helmet  ,   yanking  it  from  its  place  upon  armor  ,   the  hiss  of  disengagement  dying  beneath  their  shared  mantra  of  labored  breathing .   beskar  joins  saber  onto  the  dirt  below  as  the  cool  ,   temperate  air  caresses  against  the  blush  peeking  out  from  beneath  his  scruff .   lips  crash  together  long  before  luke  can  respond  to  his  actions  ,   swallowing  the  surprised  gasp  that  now  melts  onto  their  tongues .   he  tastes  of  sweetened  milk  and  war  ,   salt  and  sweat  and  earthy  promises  of  everything  luke  ,   and  din  is  drowning .

          DIN  IS  FIRST  TO  SEVER  THE  CONNECTION  ,   albeit  reluctantly  ,   allowing  forehead  to  rest  against  sweat - slick  skin .   its  a  gesture  in  feeble  hopes  to  regain  their  breath  ,   though  the  tingling  remnants  of  their  kiss  is  enough  to  leave  his  toes  curling  in  his  boots .          “     sorry ,     ”          a  pathetic  whisper  ,   mounting  onto  the  slight  curl  of  his  mouth  ,   seeking  reservation  against  such  blatant  displays  of  fevered  desperation .          “     was  this  okay ?     ”          if  only  to  put  himself  at  ease  ,   to  prove  that  this  deep - rooted  need  is  reciprocated .   through  half - lidded  gaze  does  din  observe  luke  tilting  crown  back  unto  the  cold  brick  wall  ,   golden  fringe  matted  haphazardly  across  forehead .   with  a  feeble  nod  ,   lips  part  if  only  to  affirm  shared  desires   (   and  if  you  listen  close  enough  ,   you  could  hear  the  slight  whine  fluttering  against  vocal  cords   )  :

❛     you  can  be  rough .   i  can  take  it .     ❜     //     @enjedi​

          HIS  BODY  ELECTRIC   /   BURNING  WHITE - HOT  IN  HIS  VEINS .   the  muffled  grunt  of  approval  disperses  into  worn  leather  ,   trembling  as  the  sharp  bite  of  teeth  clamor  onto  material  and  rip  it  from  his  palms .   the  very  sight  of  it  is  barbaric  ,   animalistic  in  nature  ,   shedding  himself  of  one  of  the  many  layers  that  keep  their  bodies  separate .   with  renewed  vigor  ,   calloused  digits  fly  to  the  offensive  fabric  tied  at  waist  ,   making  haste  of  disrobing  luke  so  that  din  can  have  more  ,   craving  the  sensation  of  skin  upon  skin .

          “     luke .     ”          there  is  no  disguise  in  the  way  din  moans  his  name   /   a  sacred  prayer  fanning  across  their  lips  in  a  manner  so  unholy  ,   hiking  up  the  hem  of  his  shirt  so  that  palms  can  splay  against  smooth  skin .   his  body  is  firm  beneath  his  touch  ,   toned  muscle  a  byproduct  of  ruthless  jedi  training  and  hours  of  meditation .   din  marvels  at  how  easily  luke  reacts  to  every  touch  ,   goosebumps  littering  freckled  skin  in  its  wake  ,   traveling  further  and  higher  until  he’s  able  to  graze  lightly  at  the  outskirts  of  collarbone .   although  the  temptation  to  drawl  out  their  fleeting  moments  of  pleasure  lurks  in  the  back  of  his  mind  ,   luke  had  made  his  statement  clear  ,   and  din  was  always  one  to  deliver  on  his  promises .

          SURGE  OF  HEAT  BURIES  ITSELF  IN  THE  SPACE  BETWEEN  HIS  LEGS   /   RIDING  HIGH  ON  THE  ANTICIPATION  OF  EROTIC  PROMISES .   din  rocks  into  luke  with  a  roll  of  his  hips  once  ,   twice  ,   making  evident  of  his  intent   (  and  to  silence  the  whimper  befalling  swollen  lips   ) .          “     gonna  make  you  regret  that .     ”          burying  the  smirk  into  the  crook  of  neck  ,   din  sinks  his  teeth  into  pale  flesh  until  all  that  is  left  is  naught  but  heated  blotches  of  molten  purple  ;   a  visible  testament  of  unspoken  devotion .

mine .   mine .   mine .

yours .

[mandakar]

          “     no .     ”          leather  hand  gestures  in  the  direction  of  the  saber’s  hilt  ,   the  mandalorian  silently  admiring  its  metallic  sheen .          “   the  laser  sword .     ”          THEIR  ENEMIES  LITTER  THE  BATTLEGROUND  BENEATH  THEIR  FEET  ,   and  despite  their  joined  efforts  at  clearing  the  fort  ,   caution  raises  with  every  step  they  take .   closer  ,   calculating  and  methodical .   the  blaster  in  his  grip  is  warm  from  gunfire  ,   ready  to  be  raised  at  the  first  signs  of  danger .          “     is  that  your  method ?     ”

continued     //     @vtriol​!

[notstilinski]

The Mandalorian Starters !

Taken from season two of the Disney Plus show, The Mandalorian! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! Keep in mind that some spoilers for the show will be present!

“Wherever I go, he goes.”

“You have something I want. You may think that you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not.”

“I promise you will not die by my hand.”

“How much do you want for it? Just kidding. But not really.”

“If you put a mark on him. There is no place that you’ll be able to hide from me.”

“It better not have any maggots in it. I don’t like maggots.”

“That is not food. Don’t do that again.”

“Wake me up if someone shoots at us. Or if the doors get sucked off the rails.”

“You’re changing the terms of the deal.”

“I finally know where I’m taking you but it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“I’m surprised to see this place still standing.”

“This recording must be old. (Name) is dead.”

“All right, baby girl. Let’s see what you got.”

“You wanna come back here and try this?! Be my guest!”

“I sense much fear in you.”

“He’s formed a strong attachment to you.”

“Your bounty hunter failed.”

“We’re gonna find a place where you belong and they’re going to take good care of you.”

“I give my allegiance to no one.”

“This is the seeing stone… Are you seeing anything? Or are they supposed to see you?”

“This isn’t a spice dream.”

“Wish I could say that it looks good on you but I’d be lying.”

“It’s a shame you’re not coming with us. You’ve got such a sunny disposition.”

“As far as I’m concerned, if you can make it through your day and still sleep at night, you’re doing better than most.”

“Everybody thinks that they want freedom but what they really want is order.”

“I see your bond with him.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You know, for a second, I thought you were this other guy.”

“He means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“You’re sparing my life; well, this should be interesting.”

[mandakar]

it’s  against  the  creed  ;   i  gave  you  my  word   -----   i’m  with  you  until  we  both  fall .   

independent  ,   private  and  extremely  selective  writing  blog  for  din  djarin  ,   the  mandalorian  ,   from  the  star  wars  franchise .   interpreted  by  mak .

[pedrohub]

I have an ear for accents.  I’ve lost my accent entirely.   I have an ear for that as well. 

PEDRO PASCAL as OBERYN MARTELL in Game of Thrones 4.06. 

[izkim]

[mandakar]

enjedi:

decrypt ancient philosophies, twist and bend council’s teachings to his own will … as one would the force. blasphemy, wasn’t it?  there was no passion, no attachments. not with the jedi order. yet, he … ——— could feel it all in the very core of his being. a gnawing, tormenting goliath wreaking havoc in his heart.  ❝   din … please. wait.   ❞   voice echoes even in the crowded streets of coruscant. instinctively, hand extends. fingers grasping at the edge of a beskar pauldron,  ❝   say the word ——- say the word, and i …   ❞   will leave the jedi order. /  @mandakar·  !

          MANDALORIAN  AND  JEDI   /   EXISTING  IN  A  WORLD  THAT  IS  BOTH  OPPOSITE  AND  PARALLEL .   they  are  two  sides  of  the  same  coin  ,   borne  of  a  creed  with  polar  ideals   -----   a  natural  contradiction .   the  mandalorian’s  empowerment  of  love  and  attachment  are  naught  but  a  sacred  betrayal  of  the  jedi’s  ancient  ways .   its  what  leads  to  their  predicament  ,   now  :   the  urgency  in  luke’s  pleas  ,   beskar  reflecting  the  raw  ,   unpredictable  fear  that  resides  in  pools  of  blue .   oh  how  luke  bends  and  twists  until  they  reach  alignment  ,   no  matter  the  expense  ,   no  matter  the  cost .   din  knows  it  is  selfish  to  care  for  him  like  this  ;   yearning  to  abandon  consecrated  oaths  in  favor  of  a  darker  form  of  possession .   and  yet  ,   he  does  not  fear  it  ,   the  darkness  ;   for  he  is  both  yin  and  yang  ,   a  deadly  martyr  who  balances  on  the  edges  of  inherent  goodness .   din  believes  that  he  ,   too  ,   can  forge  a  way  to  honor  their  respective  creeds .   it  is  the  only  way .

          THE  VICE-LIKE  GRIP  OF  FINGERS  UPON  METAL  DEMANDS  HIS  ATTENTION .   incessant  ,   pleading  ,   an  unspoken  devotion  sheathed  between  every  syllable .   the  ache  in  his  chest  radiates  down  to  his  palms  ,   the  leather  creasing  tight  into  fists  at  his  side  to  resist  the  temptation  of  grasping  onto  layers  and  layers  of  robes  ,   to  give  in  to  the  gravitational  pull  of  everything  luke .   the  helmet  does  more  than  disguise  the  hitch  in  breathing  ,   grateful  for  the  mystery  it  provides  ;   otherwise  ,   the  tremble  of  his  lips  would  betray  all  that  his  heart  wishes  to  say .   luke  ,   exhaling  his  name  ,   hardly  above  a  whisper .   they  are  treading  dangerous  territory  ,   evident  in  the  reluctance  to  grasp  the  pale  wrists  of  the  jedi  ,   trepidation  dictating  every  movement  as  beskar  helmet  comes  to  rest  against  forehead .   if  din  nervous  ,  luke  is  certain  to  feel  it .

          WARM  EYES  FLUTTER  TO  A  CLOSE  BENEATH  THE  SAFETY  OF  HIS  VISOR  ,   breathing  in  tandem  to  the  steady  beating  of  his  heart .          “     i  want  you  to  stay  ,   with  me .     ”          din  confesses  ,   the  grip  upon  wrists  tightening  ,   as  if  to  anchor  themselves  to  each  other .   the  crowds  among  them  seemingly  dissolve  into  the  background  ,   focus  shifting  to  the  entirety  of  luke  ;   painting  to  memory  every  freckle  dusting  the  arch  of  his  nose  ,   blond  lashes  framing  soft  ,   expressive  eyes .   for  once  ,   there  is  a  crack  in  the  facade  ;   vulnerable  and  afraid .          “     but   .  .  .   i  can’t  ask  you  to  leave .     ”          a  sense  of  finality   /   a  conjecture  borne  of  guilt  and  inherent  selflessness .          “     not  for  me .     ”

[enjedi]

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 : Good! Your hate has made you powerful. Now, fulfill your destiny and take your father’s place at my side! Luke looks at his father’s mechanical hand, then to his own mechanical, black-gloved hand, and realizes how much he is becoming like his father. He makes the decision for which he has spent a lifetime in preparation. Luke steps back and hurls his lightsaber away.

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄: Never! I’ll never turn to the dark side. You’ve failed, Your Highness.  I AM A JEDI,  LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME.

[mxxnfish]

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.

[mandakar]

enjedi:

with specific purpose does he move, a brush of hands with the exchange of coffee at the patron’s request.  (   it was dark and bitter, as always. a taste so vastly different than his own.   )  cup angled just enough that both customer name and decorative, albeit poorly drawn, heart is plainly visible. his smile beautifully bright; his heart all aflutter.   ❝   you know,  i’m gonna start thinking you come in here so much just for me and not the coffee.   ❞   /  @mandakar·  !

          A  NOD  IN  EXCHANGE  OF  THANKS   /   it’s  routine  etched  to  memory  ;   quickly  becoming  a  regular  at  the  quaint  ,   hole - in - the - wall  coffee  shop  east  of  town .   it  seemed  that  the  barista  had  quickly  taken  notice   -----   luke  ,   the  one  whose  radiant  smile  threatened  to  melt  the  seams  of  din’s  ever-guarded  heart .   there  is  something  so  sweet  in  the  way  luke  crafts  his  painfully  simple  orders  ,   taking  great  care  in  choosing  the  highest  quality  roasts  suited  best  for  a  palate  accustomed  to  coffee’s  natural  bitterness .   din  thrives  in  the  anticipation  of  it all  ,   although  he  dare  not  admit  it  himself .   however  ,   as  the  graze  of  their  hands  linger  for  the  briefest  moment  and  luke  tests  the  waters  so  boldly  ,   he  fails  to  stifle  the  smirk  growing  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth .

          “     i  like  the  way  you  make  my  coffee .     ”          din  takes  a  purposeful  swig  of  his  drink  with  the  tilt  of  cup   (  not  without  noticing  first  the  scribbled  hearts  above  the  i  in  his  name  ,   of  course  )  ,   the  smooth  and  biting  finish  dancing  along  his  tastebuds .   humming  in  approval  ,   he  eyes  luke  curiously  ;   the  glint  pooling  in  honeyed  gaze  warm  and  inviting .          “     everything  else   is   .  .  .   bonus .     ”