KNOW HOPE.

ind. hera syndulla. penned by gab.

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        hey everyone, it’s been forever but right now i’m part of a super inclusive + amazing sw rp group where i write as hera, and ventress too! we’re definitely looking for more members to help our plot along so if anyone is interested let me know and i can point you in the right direction. we have canon characters and original characters from all eras, and even except some from the eu! i’ll put my di.s.c.or.d below or you can message me here on tumblr if you’re interested!

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KANAN.

Kanan couldn’t help but wonder himself how serious he was. But…he was starting to realize…if he was serious about anyone or anything in his life at the moment—it was Hera.

Sure…they’d spent the whole day together…but—he didn’t want it to end. His eyes go down to her hand on his arm then back up to hers. A grin grows on his face as she says she doesn’t want to fight him. It wasn’t like he was going to force her, no he didn’t think he’d ever be able to force to do anything.

“C’mon, you know I can help feed you,” He said. “It’d just be a night,” He said, putting a hand over hers.

      HIS  SMILE  IS  ONLY  MIRRORED  BY  HERA.   she  leaned  back  in  the  driver’s  seat,  her  head  turning  as  her  gaze  centers  on  kanan  thoughtfully.   he  had  a  fair  point,  and  as  far  as  she  knew,  whatever  she  ate  here  would  probably  be  better  than  whatever  leftovers  she  had  waiting  for  her  at  home.   she shrugged,  her  thumb  lightly  running  over  the  outside  of  his  hand  absentmindedly  as  she  did  (  when  had  handholding  become  a  thing  with  them?  ).    ❛   just  a  night.  i’m  sure  you  say  that  to  every  girl,   ❜     she  joked,  dark  green  eyes  glimmering.   a  thoughtful  pause  and  then,     ❛   well,  if  i  do,  i  guarantee  that  i  won’t  be  much  fun.   i’m  so  tired.   but,   crashing  on  your  couch  is  starting  to  sound  better  than  a  twenty  minute  drive.   ❜     she  reached  for  her  key  in  the  ignition,  taking  it  out.   she  removed  her  hand  from  his,  reaching  to  open  her  door  before  speaking  up  once  again.   she  could  get  a  neighbor  to  feed  chopper  if  they  were  still  awake.   hopefully  one  of  them  wouldn’t  mind  dealing  with  deranged  cats.     ❛   come  on,  let’s  see  this  place  of  yours.   ❜

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“i can still remember the good times.” from hondo!

          THAT  EARNS  HIM  a  brief  eye  roll.   as  much  as  hera  claimed  she  did  not  have  time  for  melodrama,  a  lot  of  it  happened  to  take  place  on  her  own  ship.   she  raises  an  eyebrow,  glancing  in  the  other  direction  from  her  controls  to  eye  the  pirate  that  she  has  spent  much  more  time  with  than  she  would  like  to  think  about.   at  least,  hondo  almost  always  had  some  sort  of  outlandish  story  to  tell  ——  that  could  be  a  plus  .  .  .  sometimes,  though  they  certainly  were  not  hera’s  first  choice  of  entertainment.  today,  his  tales  were  of  some  twisted  rescue  he  had  made  ——  she  had  spared  herself  the  details.      ❛   you  cannot  possibly  tell  me  that  what  you’re  doing  now  is  that  different  from  the  good  times.   ❜

@brightcenter​.   seven  word  starters.   accepting.

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“Just stay with me.”

         HERA  WONDERS  IF  there  is  an  underlying  seriousness  to  his  words  when  he  speaks.   they  sit  in  her  car,  parked  outside  of  his  apartment  building.   she  had  spent  nearly  the  whole  day  at  kanan’s  side  doing  rather  various  things  .  .  .  and  she  was  more  happy  about  that  than  she  would  have  liked  to  admit  to  herself.   it  was  becoming  that  way  more  and  more  lately.   her  gaze  shifts  from  the  darkness  outside  the  windshield  to  him,  a  fleeting,  tired  (  how  was  it  already  nearing  midnight?  )  grin  fallen  over  warm  features  and  dark  hair  falling  over  her  shoulders.   her  hand  moves  to  rest  lightly  on  his  arm  in  between  the  two  seats  before  she  speaks.     ❛   i  don’t  want  to  fight  you  on  this  ——  for  once,  believe  it  or  not  .  .  .  but  i’ve  got  to  feed  my  cat.   and  myself,   ❜     she  adds,  laughing  in  spite  of  herself  and  her  poor  cooking  skills.   driving  back  home,  across  town,  was  suddenly  beginning  to  sound  less  and  less  appealing  than  it  had  a  few  minutes  ago.     ❛   but,  i  appreciate  the offer.   really.   ❜

@blindedspectre​.   four  word  starters.   accepting.

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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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HONDO.

HIS HEAD BOBS IN NODS  that  indicate his understanding,   but who actually knew  WHAT  hondo listened to when other people were talking!   his interest, however,  was piqued at the mention of ezra.   now that was a subject he could talk about!    “ah,  yes! ezra is a very good man.   very,  very good man.”  lots of jedi were  good people.   hondo’d never truly get how people survived in a galaxy being    that good.    when  HE allowed himself to be influenced by good people,    it was like  plucking teeth.      

“we are   friends,   he and i  !!   one of the BEST FRIENDS  hondo has had in a long,  long time.”   eyes drift to the ceiling,   as if his memories might be plastered there.    “–    we are somewhat alike,  i would say.”  that’s not a compliment to ezra,  honey,   and somewhere deep inside you KNOW it! 

          SHE  DID  HER  BEST  not  to  frown,  but  that  effort  was  rather  pointless.   as  much  as  she  liked  to  consider  herself  a  rather  open  minded  person  when  it  came  to  the  character  of  others,  (  who  were  not  a  direct  threat,  at  least  )  it  was  often  difficult  to  when  it  came  to  ezra’s  allies  such  as  hondo.   call  it  a  sort  of  motherly  instinct.   hera  arched  a  brow,  glancing  in  the  pirate’s  direction  once  more  and  slowly  nodding  once  in  agreement.     ❛   yes  .  .  .  he  is  .  .  .   ❜     there  was  no  doubt  about  that  in  her  mind.  ezra  was  a  great  person,  and  she  was  proud  of  how  far  he  had  come  since  he  and  her  crew  had  first  crossed  paths.

          ❛   .  .  .  maybe  even  to  a  fault,  sometimes.   ❜     she  does  not  really  mean  that  jab,  but  she  cannot  help  it  from  coming  out  ——  and,  hera  also  cannot  help  the  look  on  her  face  when  she  hears  hondo  call  ezra  one  of  his  best  friends  and  then  that  the  two  of  them  are  alike.   she  gives  a  slow  nod,  only  to  show  that  she  is  paying  attention  to  him  ——  though  she  is  not  quite  sure  she  follows.   she  swallows  her  exasperation  before  speaking  again.     ❛   oh.   i  see.   what  makes  you  say  that?   ❜

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KANAN.

he cannot help the grin. something like that, hm? he turns on his seat with a slightly childish energy, arms crossing behind his head. “ hm, you can leave our small bucket do the work, it’s not like we’re waited on right away. ” he yawns loudly, but still waves his hand dismissively at her, chuckling. “ i’m fine, i’m fine. ” he assures, eyes shifting to look at her for a moment before going back to the stars. when bad times come, he likes to stay where she is. whether it’d be her fond exasperation or the fact he trusts her with mostly everything make for a comfortable atmosphere. something he likes to bask in. “ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ” he looks at her and winks, but the curve of his lips says how he isn’t serious, jesting gently. best way to cover up his restlessness. something is coming, he can sense it, but he has made a habit out of ignoring those signs. and hopes they would simply go away in time. they never do.

          HERA  RETURNED  HIS  SMILE  for  a  moment,  shrugging  at  his  words.   kanan  had  a  point,  but  nevertheless,  she  countered  his  words.     ❛   i  guess  ——  but  you  know  chop.   he’ll  work  as  slowly  as  he  wants  when  he  knows  we’re  not  really  in  a  rush.    ❜     as  fond  as  she  was  of  the  little  astromech,  hera  was  not  blind  to  the  fact  that  he  certainly  had  a  preference  for  doing  things  at  whatever  speed  he  felt  like.   she  skims  the  datapad  in  hand  as  he  gives  her  reassurance  and  the  corners  of  her  lips  quirk  upwards  again,  though  an  inquisitive  brow  is  still  raised.   she  looks  up  to  meet  his  gaze,  and  her  smile  only  widens  as  she  gives  a  gentle  shake  of  her  head.     ❛   oh,  i  know.   i’d  first  end  up  dragging  you  there  myself,   ❜     she  teased,  shifting  slightly  in  her  seat.   if  there  was  a  matter  to  press,  she  wouldn’t  right  now  ——  and,  if  kanan  wanted  to  say  something  more,  she  hoped  and  liked  to  think  he  would.    her  ship  was  quiet,  the  other  half  of  their  crew  having  been  asleep  for  some  time  now.   she  lowers  the  device  in hand,  sitting  black  a  little  and  taking  in  the  stars  before  her  ——  somewhere,  deep  down,  she  knew  they  never  ceased  to  amaze  her. 

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KANAN.

Her laugh made his smile grow-it was such a beautiful sound. The smile turned innocent at her look, even if it was a joke. He liked to make her smile-to make her laugh. Some times things seemed so serious…she needed a break.

“He’s protective, but I’ve been here for a while and you’re still perfectly safe.” He said with a slight pout. “Though, we might be coming to an understanding.” He mused, scratching at his chin. Though, at he comment of Chopper having been on a rampage-his face did pale slightly before he gave an awkward laugh. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you want anywhere near what dreams go through my head.” He mused, shaking his head and pulling himself up to get more to drink.

         ❛   I’LL GIVE YOU THAT MUCH,   ❜     hera  took  another  sip  of  her  caf,  smiling  knowingly  against  the  surface  as  she  did.   she  was  glad  that  she  had  grown  to  be  so  comfortable  with  him  ——  and  him  with  her,  too,  she  thought.   chopper  and  understanding  ——  in  the  same  sentence?   hera  raised  an  eyebrow  at  him.     ❛   well,  that’s  a  first.   glad  to  hear  it,  though.   i  can’t  have  my  crew  fighting.   ❜     though,  chopper  was,  and  kanan  was  certainly  becoming,  much  more  than  just  crew  to  the  twi’lek  pilot.   when  he  commented  on  his  dreams,  hera  once  again  gave  him  a  questioning  look,  but  she  did  not  press  the  matter.   she  shrugged  in  response,  watching  as  subtly  as  she  could  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  as  he  rose  to  refill  his  mug.     ❛   fair  enough.   ❜

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SABINE.

          THE ARTIST CAN’T HELP the small smile on her face ,     ❝  you really think so ?  ❞     her tone is bright , practically screaming colors in those four words alone . sabine had been admiring the nose art she’d just done for someone’s ship , only having looked away when hera’s voice reached her ears .

         HERA   SMILES  IN  RETURN.   it  was  less  and  less  that  she  actually  got  to  see  sabine  paint  anything  these  days,  but  she  was  certainly  glad  to  have  this  short  bit  of  downtime,  no  matter  how  fleeting.   she  nodded  at  the  younger’s  words  appreciatively.   hera  was  rather  proud  of  how  much  she  had  grown  as  an  artist  and  a  person.     ❛   definitely.   i’ve  caught  a  few  glances  of  some  of  the  starships  you’ve  gotten  your  hands  on  lately.  they  look  great.   ❜

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         ❛   SOMETHING  LIKE  THAT,   ❜     she  comments  fondly,  lips  curving  into  a  small  smile.   green  eyes  close  calmly  (  not  necessarily  out  of  tiredness,  but  peacefully  )  as  her  hands  move  to  rest  against  the  arms  of  her  seat.   she  sat  in  the  quiet until  he  spoke  up  again.   raising  an  eyebrow,  hera  reached  for  the  datapad  she  had  abandoned  nearly  an  hour  ago  to  give  kanan  the  best  answer  she  could  regarding  the  fuel.     she  turned  her  seat  slightly  towards  his,  as  she  had  a  million  times  before.     ❛   i  think  so.   chop  was  working  on  the  best  route  to  take,  including  the  best  fuel  stop  to  make.   he’s  going  to  let  me  know  in  the  morning,  unless  i  find  something  before  then  ——  in  fact,  i  should  probably  continue  doing  that,   ❜     the  pilot  spoke,  gesturing  to  the  small  screen  in  her  hand.     ❛   and,  you,  should  probably  go  to  bed,   ❜     was  her  suggestion,  though  she  was  certainly  not  against  his  company,  either  ——  she  had  spent  the  majority  of  her  adult  life  in  this  very  seat  but,  somewhere  along  the  way,  his  presence  had  only  added  to  that  comfort.

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KANAN.

Kanan offers her a wide grin, kicking his feet up when he knows what seat she’s going to take. Though, he probably should have gotten more caff first. But, he’d get it later.

“I’d thought that Count Vidian was scary, he doesn’t hold a flame to your droid.” He chuckles, exaggerating quite obviously. He still had nightmares about that cyborg psychopath.

“Eh, I’m tough.” He shrugged as she apologized. “Besides, he’s just being protective. You mean a lot to each other, clear to see.” He hummed, drinking what was left in his mug. “It’s sweet, even if I’ve had nightmares of him going on a murderous rampage.”

          HERA  LAUGHED  GENUINELY  at  that,  fingertips  drumming  against  the  outside  of  her  steaming  mug,  though  she  jokingly  shot  him  a  glance  of  mock-disapproval  as  he  kicked  his  feet  up  onto  the  surface.   there  was  truly  little  she  felt  she  could  do  about  chopper  ——  he  was  as  independent  as  astromechs came.     ❛   hey,  he’s  a  good  friend.  always  has  been.   we  can’t  blame  him  for  being  concerned  when  strangers  like  you  suddenly  come  onboard,   ❜     hera  joked,  laughing  again  quietly  at  her  own  commentary  before  continuing  her  rant,  finding  herself  in  a  generally  good  mood  despite  the  early  hour  and  her  currently  M.I.A.  droid.     ❛   please,  he’s  only  gone  on  one  murderous  rampage  before  ——  just  kidding,  but  .  .  .  if  that’s  what  you  dream  about,  maybe  i  should  be  worried.   ❜