#blackleading

[cybled-a]

" were you around for the ahamkara hunts? " 

 it's an idle question to pass the time holed up in this creeping little venus cave, yellow-orange helium pools glowing in bright patches at their feet. at the far end of the cave their ghosts work in tandem, trying to unlock the secrets of the vex machine growing inorganically through the slippery rock. cayde, sitting comfortably on a shelf protruding from the wall, shuffles his deck of cards with the ease of having done it millions of times before, cyan optics lifting to meet poe's orange ones, fingers still moving dexterously.

@blackleading 

[ziinariya]

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                                                                             ❝i could’ve sworn i heard someone mention it———❞ his gaze darts around as though owner of said voice will pop out but they both know there’s no one else. it’s just them. always them. && besides, his gaze finds themselves magnetised to the man before him, returning to true north. his own hands have wandered across familiar planes, curving around shoulders to slide up the nape of poe’s neck. generous lips pull into a small grin. ❝doesn’t sound like a bad idea, y’know.❞

@blackleading​ ⟨ ✖︎ ⟩

[alderaanheir]

❝    mm. he had the exact same look in his eyes. when he wanted to ask something & didn’t know how. go on.    ❞    //    @blackleading

[astrafide-blog]

@blackleading from [x]

she likes to think she has a hand in where the general gets it from. all those hours lecturing to leia and winter alike, preaching diplomacy but also PRACTICALITY seem to have left quite an impression. she’s proud of her legacy, of the teachings she’s instilled into the people that have inspired so much HOPE and resilience, but she’ll be prouder still if it leads to victory and the resurgence of peace. amused scrutiny lingers in the look she shoots the pilot, words bitten back even if the flicker of a smile is not. ❝try not to miss then; dameron.  ❞ or in less cryptic a statement: good luck.

[xaedificare]

@blackleading

     “ hm, what? oh! “

    ariadne didn’t mean to sound like a downer, because her statement had little to do profound prognostications of their future, and more to do about her idiot co-pilot spending too much of the evening at the cantina when they had a run in the morning.

    “ oh, just that winchester is going to probably puke once we hit hyperspace in the morning at this rate. it wouldn’t be the first time, you know? dumbass. “

    the bigger picture, the greater questions, she always took a much more positive view of. after all, wasn’t the force demonstratively on their site? also, screw the first order, screw snoke, and screw pessimism. ariadne was not able to always be a ray of sunshine, but she sure could fake it enough in the dark moments on sheer bombast alone.

     “ what about you, dameron? anything fun planned? “

[poilineacht-blog]

@blackleading. starter call.

        ‘ what made you wanna fly choppers for a living? ’ other than the fact that it’s the kind of thing that sends his inner child bouncing off the walls because choppers are so cool! tommy’s not six anymore. that isn’t a good enough reason. ( although, yeah, it kind of is. ) he leans against the table a little, almost knocking his beer glass over in the process. ‘ along with the other stuff, i mean. ’

[ironarchived]

❛     i have to give you points for  creativity;  this isn’t  usually  how i imagine myself waking up with hands  &  feet tied.     ❜    spilling from the billowing cut of a pitch-black coat,  his shirt,  cuffed at his wrists with sacorrian gold and last seen paired with a black tie that glittered under starlight,  tears open like a bleeding wound at his throat.  a disarray of crumpled charmeuse,  dishevelled hair and scuffed coat and  still,  the  bladed quirk  of his smile is sharp as the galaxy’s finest steel.   ❛                              in my experience,  arkadian silk  is easier on the wrists.     ❜

@blackleading   〈  ♥.  〉

[starlightsulu]

@blackleading | IN MY NATURE

a statement, though strange against his tongue, still has that pleasantness to it. nature, he speaks of it so easily --- instinctive. recognition here, where he’s no flawed code ; no broken soldier ; no designation --- two letters, four numbers. no. here, he’s hikaru sulu. he likes that. curved lips, smile that little bit lopsided --- crooked ( something to get used to ).

eyes are soft here; warm browns that look to the other without waver. he’ll stand his ground ( despite the tremble --- small tremor, that may come ). he’s spoken out to a commander ; a man who holds rank and respect --- a man once said to be the enemy, and a pilot’s prize ( bring the head ; reap the reward ).

but, sulu can breathe that sigh of relief. a chest that had risen ; lungs filled with air --- it passes through lips in small sigh. shoulders loosen, and he looks toward the other. happy perhaps ( relieved, more so ). “ --- yeah. i uh, ” a turn to look at silent fighters. “ i’ll help. ” and perhaps one day, he’ll get to help with that. “ --- not… scratch it i --- won’t do that. ”

( a joke missed ; head dips, eyes flash with a moment’s concern as they flick up to meet the other’s ).