#carasyntha

[amidla]

›  @carasyntha​ sent:  ❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

her  breath  came  in  small  spurts,  hot  and  nervous.  at  her  side,  pale  fingers  curled  into  sweaty  fists,  but  her  feet  remained  exactly  where  they  are.  behind  her,  she  could  hear  the  baying  howls  and  jeering  laughter  of  those  who  wanted  their  heads  on  sticks;  their  moves  are  calculated,  swift,  and  mud  smears  the  helmets  of  sweaty  troopers  as  they  parroted  orders  from  left  to  right.  padmé  knows  the  other  isn’t  going  to  like  her  answer,  she  also  knows  a  lot  of  people  would  have  a  few  choice  words  for  her  should  this  be  a  path  she  chooses  to  go  down  but  against  all  odds,  she  stays  firmly  by  cara’s  side  with  only  a  blaster  in  hand,  her  hair  matted  from  the  running  they  had  done  previously.    ❝    i’m  not  leaving  you  behind    ——    ❞  

❝    ——    not  this  time.    ❞  

deathless:  not accepting.

[graunblida]

@carasyntha​ sent: ❛  pack. go home. get the hell out of here.  ❜

she’s familiar with this particular sentiment. after all, it’s easy to lose hope when a plan falls apart so TREMENDOUSLY. they had worked out the details dozens of times, ran through countless scenarios. they had been so careful, but in the end, defeat wrapped its ugly arms around them, squeezing tighter and tighter. the ship is quiet, the only noise the low hum of the engine, but lexa can still hear the cries of their fallen comrades. from a young age, she learned that with war came sacrifice, but she was not prepared for how much they would have to give up.

“ i’m not going anywhere. “ she finally has the courage to look cara in the eyes. all the hurt and anger is evident in her tone, and lexa can only hope the other will hear her out. “ cara, we have to stop them. “ though she hides it well, the warrior is trembling and her voice wavers every slightly. it isn’t fair they are the only two to SURVIVE. in fact, lexa’s stomach is churning at the very thought of it. but they had to soldier on, no matter how impossible the situation felt – they owed their teammates that much. if the galaxy wished to taste freedom once more, the fight must be continued. 

[umbaren]

friendly reminder that i'm in love with ur and solorises' blogs and all the lore u two have created 🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH. eoghan and i have been building our lore up over the past two years on discord, mostly through rants on how disney did... pm everyone dirty, but i think i can speak for both of us when i say that we both appreciate this so much.

we haven’t been mutuals for long but i’ve pm read all the posts on your blog and i absolutely adore the care and attention you give to cara, a character who’s only flaw was to be played by a racist rat. i really hope we get the chance to write together bc i’m basically just sitting here staring at your blog with hearteyes.

[ohkraken-a]

hey loser hey loser hey loser he-

if i’m one of your favorite blogs send me “hey loser”

keen i am constantly just looking at your blog like 👀👀👀👀

[adika]

spots to kiss + a kiss on the forehead. / 🥺🥺

he  laughs  !  but  he  is  oh - so  sleepy . . .

[lstjedi]

@carasyntha starter !

luke ’ s  eyes  move  briefly  from  the  child  to  cara .  his  eyes  don’t  miss  the  small  tattoo  on  her  cheek ,  the  lines  on  her  bicep .  a  small  smile  grows  on  his  lips  as  he  asks  --   “  shocktrooper ?  ”

[asynjja-archive]

                    𝐀𝐆𝐄   𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃   𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌,   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.     The   crimson   of   a   small   fire   paints   the   skin   of   her   hands   almost   GOLDEN.   She   holds   them   out,   absentmindedly   warms   them,   and   dwells   on   the   texture   of   her   skin   for   a   MOMENT   until   she   has   to   put   the   gloves   back   on.   The   stew   she   has   made   is   a   favourite   among   many,   but   Cara   barely   even   tries   it.   The   mercenary   would   take   offense   under   any   OTHER   circumstances   –   but   the   night   has   progressed   quickly   and   with   the   coldest   hour   of   the   day,   comes   the   memory   of   forgotten   GHOSTS.     “   You   know,   if   you   tell   me   a   good   story,   I   might   open   up   one   of   the   bottles   of   wine   that   I’ve   got   hidden   away.   ”

@carasyntha​ .   as   promised .

[ohkraken-a]

@carasyntha​

          it had been some time since q’rhurh had last seen travellers around these parts; from a distance, of course, she had-- her tribe was always ever-wary of non-natives travelling the dunes on their speeders, the engines occasionally spooking the younger banthas-- but this stranger was much closer than they would have liked. knees nudging her bantha forward, the tusken rode forward, greeting the other with a short, gutteral screech, following it with a gloved flat palm, bringing her fingers to her forehead, palm facing the other, before pulling her hand to the side.

     “hello.”