perihelion.

how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

[perhelon]

i love toro calican with my whole heart and i’m here to tell u all that he deserved better. thank u for listening to my ted talk

[perhelon]

honestly i think i might really reduce the muses on this blog to like. toro and cassian and maybe cody.... idk i just. i wanna be here but also i feel like i need a Change u kno? maybe ill even move blogs and start a fresh with the same url

[perhelon]

adstellar / am i annoying you

fingers  worked  on  putting  used  weapons  away  &  he  tried  hard  to  IGNORE  what  the  other  was  saying .  Right  now ,  he  felt  REGRET  that  he  took  him  with  him .  Was  he  losing  his  deadly  charme ?  ❝yeah ?❞  the  Mandalorian  now  turned  to  face  the  ROOKIE ,  his  hands  reaching  for  the  Child  that  had  been  waddling  around  a  while  now ,  a  step  closer  towards  the  newfound  crewmember ,  Child  dropped  in  his  arms .  ❝then  take  of  the  kid  while  the  ADULT  works .❞

          rookie’s gaze brightens for a split second when bounty hunter turns to pay him some kind of attention, chest swelling with the knowledge that a mandalorian actually seems to... well, know that he exists. it’s more than toro can say for his own family, anyway. still, expression falls when child is dropped into his hands and what was a wide smirk shifts to a scowl as toro straightens. “hey--no, wait -- i ain’t some kinda babysitter. i’m th’ same as you, right? bounty hunter an’ all? i just... need some help gettin’ goin’ - you know?” still, the child in his arms bounces as calican adds a soft movement to his steps as he offers the kid back out to where it belongs. 

[perhelon]

          “look, i ain’t sayin’ that yer needin’ some help but--” rookie leans back against the wall inside bounty hunter’s ship. he’s sure the guy told him it’s name - in that way he tells toro anything, anyway - but... to be honest? he doesn’t remember what he was told. far too interested in scoping out the inside of a mandalorian’s ship. “--i’ve got spare hands goin’ and it don’t look like havin’ a kid around is somethin’ yer all that - uh - practiced at, mando.” despite himself, toro grins bright and lopsided toward masked figure. / @adstellar​ gets a thing uwu

[perhelon]

i am. Trying to be here my dudes. im trying So Hard

[generaltano]

cody, who watched obi-wan drop his lightsaber down a flight of stairs twenty minutes prior: uh huh

[perhelon]

“ you’re playing with fire here. ”

          “hardly, unless you plan on catching fire where you stand.” the words would ring through cal’s head, lips unmoving - the grey jedi stood stock still before man and blade, arms crossed over his chest as he watches with an unreadable expression for the longest time. though, he knows that his stalling will only last so long. will only buy him so much time before that blade is headed his way or he’s forced to draw his own weapon. maybe he wants that, maybe javier wants to push and push and push until he’s left no option but to fend for himself. but, where’s the fun in that? a fight is only fun if you’re the guaranteed winner - his master would have told him not to give so much attitude, to straighten his shoulders and meet the opposing glare with that same blank rigidness only a jedi could posses. 

          but, javier is no jedi. 

          a frown, for a split second, as deep blue hues flicker between the knight’s face and the weapon he wields. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that javier wouldn’t stand a chance if this fell to an all out fight. even if he gave it his all and called on what little assistance the force would allow him these days, it would be close. too close, riza would tell him. teeth bury in his bottom lip. a moment of thought. how else to buy himself time - to wear down his opponent so that he might gain an opening. or perhaps so that he might find a way to escape. he doesn’t want a fight, doesn’t even want to be here listening to curt tones and feeling something through the force that javier couldn’t care less for. he doesn’t want any part in this conflict, in the war or in this knight’s life. 

          not even as he levels his gaze with cal’s own and reaches out with the force in lieu of using his usual hand signs. “if you do, though - that would be a sight to behold, not even a jedi can manage that, you know--” / @warknighted

[perhelon]

Okay gut I adore your so much. You're so funny and amazing and I love u okay you're so talented and I d die for u

i never replied to this but i love u so damn much dude like. i love screamin at u abt the clones and lovin on cody and rex together and i just. ur SO GOOD AND PURE AND ILU!!!

[perhelon]

pandium / lin.

      “ hey – hey, you’re safe. ” voice is soft as thumb gently traces cheekbone, worry clear on his face. it was rare to see him in such a state – the lack of the usual energy toro held was more worrying than anything. he’d seen him after fights, or missions gone wrong, but not like this. whatever had happened – it couldn’t have been good. either way, he’d let the bounty hunter give details in his own time. the most important thing was to make sure that any blood staining his clothes wasn’t his. the mechanic moves to press lips against the corner of his, free hand dropping to take hold of toro’s. “ – c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. ”

          there’s a quiet noise somewhere in the back of toro’s throat, the only thing he can find in response at first. he’s not used to letting things get to him like this, not really used to being in a situation where something can get to him like this. maybe he’s just tired - of going flat out with desperate hope that he’ll end up somewhere better, with better people or a better life. toro doesn’t know anymore - isn’t sure he can find the energy to care as he lets lin pull him about with little in the way of resistance. he’s too busy staring into the middle distance as bounty hunter follows mechanic absently. “yea... yea ok...”

[edgeineer]

STARTER CALL  ||  @perhelon​ .

           ‘‘ YOU KNOW,  the harder you try to be inconspicuous, the less                 inconspicuous you actually look. ’’

[perhelon]

          he meets the comment with a frown, looking the other up and down for a second before replying with all his usual grace. “i.. know how to do my job, thank you--”

[pandium]

@perhelon said: also i1 but its toro…… //  E2 but its cassian 

[adobewanphotobi]

Sometimes I imagine obi wan complaining about how reckless and out of control anakin and ahsoka are and Cody just. Stares into the camera like its the office.

[nolwamahtars]

— richard siken

[perhelon]

oh yeah my cody is force sensitive cus. cus i said so jhgfdghjk

[pandium]

                                                   – OH, WHAT A MESS WE’VE MADE OF EVERYTHING.

                           ind. sel. multi muses ft. cassian andor and din djarin                                                        written by nev and pine.

[perhelon]

lin vc ur a menace to society

          toro vc yea but u like me like that >:)

[perhelon]

pandium / din.

     the mandalorian can’t help but hiss at the sudden pain under the pressure, involuntary tensing under it. nails dig into the palm of his hand until cassian takes hold of his wrist, only nodding slightly and keeping the pressure best as he can. despite blurred vision, it didn’t take much to know how stressed his friend was. maybe he should’ve been more scared – maybe it was just the blood loss clouding his mind. but he’d always expected this. if he was to go, that there wouldn’t be any heroics. no blaze of glory like the stories tried so desperately to make you believe.

   it takes a few seconds to think, mentally cursing the sluggishness of his thoughts.   “ right gauntlet. third button, lowest setting. ”  voice is weak, almost only hearable thanks to the helmet’s features. free hand loosely gestures to where the piece of armour had fallen, and he would’ve looked at it had the helmet not become increasingly heavy. it wasn’t the best thing – the usually large flame could be turned down, sure, but it wouldn’t be that accurate. but it was good enough.

          he watches the masked man’s voice, ignores how weak and distant it sounds compared to what he’s used to and instead cassian is reaching for the gauntlet. he’s staring at it, fingers following his instruction and adjusting the settings without hesitating. then, a pause, he looks back to visor as if he can see through it - see the person beneath. spy’s expression furrowing as he glances between din and the gauntlet as if it would do the job for him. like the mere action would fix whatever is going on in the mandalorian’s side and cover the topic of what’s happening beneath his helmet because cassian knows that there’s something happening there - that’s too much blood for it to be nothing.

           a blink, forcing himself back into the present as spy leans in closer, hands gentle as they explore the wound closer - pulling bounty hunter’s hand away to get a closer look. “this... this will hurt, but it’s all i can do - until we can find better supplies.. proper bacta patches...” voice falls to nothing as captain shuffles closer on his knees and presses the gauntlet against skin. there’s something of a flinch as grip slips on the metal for a split second, before cassian is glancing back to din with a dark look in his eye. “sorry--” and with that he presses the button, igniting the heat source and pressing it into the gash.