#cara.

[hansolsticio]

IMMA NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP RN

[warplanet]

a starter for @maurilyan, with carasynthia dune.

someone else can keep leitha safe. someone else can take the brunt of the danger and protect this very important person from total destruction — not cara. cara isn't about this, this bodyguard thing, this stepping in, sheltering someone else's body with her own. she would much rather just blow the place to pieces, get out by the skin of her teeth, and move on with her life; she'd rather focus on herself and leave the very important person, the daughter of the moon, the royal of this sacred planet, to fend for themselves. why is it her job? why does cara care? she doesn't. she can't.

and yet? explosions around their heads and gunfire raining down from across the valley tells a different tale. cara's whole body is wedged in between their current cover and leitha (leitha, the falling star, probably the most beautiful creature cara has ever seen in her life). all that talk of no, i'm not helping you; find someone else to keep you safe has failed, and in its place lies a woman, armored, sweat dripping down her face as she hurtles around cover to fire devastating attacks in retaliation. if leitha is safe, cara can leave. once leitha is back where they need to be, cara can carry on with her new work. no more of this caring for someone bullshit. no more worrying whether or not leitha is safe. "when i say go, i need you to run to that building." cara indicates the structure with her eyes as she turns to leitha, panting. "you don't stop. you run and you duck down and wait for me to join you. i'll draw their fire." more explosions. the stormtroopers are relentless in their attacks. "got it?" even with adrenaline seeping through her veins, cara can still stop and see the bright, brilliant eyes of leitha maurilya in front of her (hazy from smoke, but still, ultimately beautiful). "you ready? go!"

[warplanetarchived]

with @warbyrds / for cara — a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

tenderness is a foreign concept. kindness, a gentle hand... contact born from warmth, not violence, not brutality or manipulation — all of it is strange. unique... mysterious. things cara has long since forgotten about or ignored. everyone who was ever kind to her died on alderaan. every family member, every friend, every true lover — everyone, gone. there is no such thing as tenderness. monsters build space stations that destroy entire planets and wipe out worlds. why would anyone ever touch her with kindness? why would anyone care like that in a galaxy like this?

carol has tenderness. cara doesn't know why. the longer it takes to patch over cara's current, bloody wound, the more compassion she shows. ginger fingertips. tiny movements. if she hears cara wince or sees her grit her teeth, she stops, pauses... waits. no patching up for the sake of moving on, just... sympathy. little ways of healing, applying bacta, salvaging the shock trooper's remaining sense of pride with her ministrations. it's all too much, and it's nothing. it's the lightest hand she has ever known.

even worse, carol kisses her. she dips her head down, blonde hair tumbling down her shoulder, and places the sweetest kiss upon cara's bandaged shoulder. though cara cannot feel the press directly (no skin to skin, no touch to touch behind the dressing), she feels it anyway, searing, snaking through her body, coating her lungs in something that makes it hard to breathe. a little, unintentional pant leaves her lips, and when her eyes meet carol's (focused, fetching), cara doesn't know what to say. "thanks," is all she offers, voice low. she swallows. something trembles in her eyes and fogs them up — the same something she thought she lost on alderaan all those years ago. kindness, it seems, is no longer foreign. it's right between their bodies as cara grips carol's nearby hand. it's here. with them.

[jckechvs]

˚  INCOMING  — CARA .

JAKE: a little birdie told me you were in town... and by that i mean a long forwarded text from my dad

JAKE: long time no see ?

[leomaddox]

˚  INCOMING  — CARA .

LEO: i spent some time thinking about it and i think you might be my favorite person in this shitty town

LEO: tell me a knock knock joke thank u

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

@amelorates // for cara

“It’s not very nice to stare.” 

If you’ve never loudly dry-heaved in an alley after your Russian supplier slashed your cheek and kneed you in the stomach until you collapsed, you’re lying. Or, maybe, you’re just doing a lot better at life than Spirit is. That might be the more likely scenario, but she has to exist with some confidence-even during these lowest of lows. 

“I don’t want to stand up, and that’s okay. That’s where I’m at, right now.” 

[missnovas-blog]

“hm. usually the crackheads in this town are bat shit crazy so i don’ believe a word that comes outta them mouths, but would ya look at this.” nova had been putting off coming to this garage, to the place where the one person she’d ever considered her best friend had worked before she disappeared without a word to anyone, not ever her. the woman hadn’t wanted to believe cara had rolled back into without telling her, but there she was, right before her eyes. “were ya gonna tell me you were back? or did ya jus’ expect me to hear it from the homeless fuck on grand ‘nd fifth?” @ffs-carafaye