#compassionhero

[erromes]

        she’s a blur of freckles and wild copper hair -- her smile, though small, is contagious in its mischief! she’s holding something out to him, and it would be familiar. it’s a pouch, filled with money...in fact, it’s his pouch. but it’s a little lighter than he might remember.

       the familiar makes a series of trills and beeps that sound oddly mechanical, yet to anyone who speaks droid, the language is clear: did you drop this? i found it outside!

@compassionhero 

[motherednature]

@compassionhero​ said: The trees are not trees the birds are not birds, and I am not me but just something that has been walking for a very long time…

SENTENCE STARTERS. accepting!

         THE FORCE FLOWS in her like water in a river -- it surrounds her, it is her. she curls around the boy called luke in warm gusts of spring air, and rakes across the green summer grass in rhythms akin to a beating heart. he’s right, in some respects. the song that birds have sung have been sung for millennia. the trees that shiver with each gale wind have stood sentinel for longer. both are woven by the same strands that create a tapestry of life and creation.

          there is, however, one amendment she’d like to make.

        ‘ you are not ‘just something.’ ’ her voice echoes with ancient power, yet is warmed with affection. the earth takes half-form at his side, her hair, her limbs, still ethereal and verdant. ‘ you are mine. ’

[spinebarrels]

not a day goes by that rey doesn’t miss people she cannot remember, but some days are worse than others. a desperation like hunger gnaws in the hollows of her chest like a little creature; a creature made of grief that she carries around as a pet and feeds her despair. the four years she has spent in a metal-boned graveyard have not made living any easier or the creature less greedy, but she manages. it’s the only thing she can do.

when the sun comes up on another day that looks and feels exactly like the one before, rey assumes this will be one of the bad ones. even without the sun fully risen, blistering dry heat scorches away whatever paltry moisture had collected in the air overnight and wicks away sweat on the little girl’s arms. she’s halfway outside the hellhound ii, clinging to the last slivers of shade it provides. the same as every other morning, she reaches out with both arms and eyes closed, feeling everything that surrounds her. wondering what her parents would feel like. wondering who lurks under the dunes just outside her reach. and same as most mornings she does not feel anything. not immediately. 

but her arms are halfway down when a warmth reaches back, sliding across superheated sand and somehow distinct from it. eyes fly open eagerly to squint in confusion when only one figure can be spotted, still far away and mottled by heat waves. rey cannot resist calling out anyway.

    ❝ you’re not the sun. what are you? ❞  

@compassionhero ♡ ‘d

[illwriteatragedy]

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          it’s a familiar feeling;  calm in the absolute absence of it.  he knows where each man stands,  where their next move will be,  what aim they’re taking.  there is one variable he is unsure of,  and that it the man a few feet behind him.  it was not an issue of trust,  but rather his unfamiliarity with what the lightsaber and the force were capable of.  jedi was not a term that he grew up with,  or fancied himself as a child.

          it does seem that they are on the same page,  as they glance at each other when their is a noise.  something more familiar to roman,  and he rushes luke and throws him down before the blast can take them out.  a brief pause before he moves off the other man. 

          “  a trap.  “  he says,  standing.  “  --  you good?  “ 

[resistanceheirarc]

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he was waiting out in the tree, his constant home on sunny days, when he heard the ship approaching. poe stood up on the branch, trusting that it would support his weight, the force tree never let him down before and he’s young enough now to believe that it never could. he’s ten, and he’s always felt a connection to this tree. ever since his parents came home from the war and planted it on their ranch. 

a wide, playful smile breaks out on his face when he catches sight of the ship landing near their ranch house. “papa! “ he doesn’t actually wait for kes to surface from where he’s working before darting out towards the landing area. he knows just where to stand to see everything but avoid any danger. his parents had made sure of that starting when he was young, they’d learned fast they weren’t going to keep him away from ships.

“luke! i didn’t know you were coming to visit.” the words roll out quickly the second he sees the man, he’s small and fast and basically always underfoot.

[wthwolvesarc]

on some days you just gotta use the force on a stuffed plush loth-cat to get a kid to behave @compassionhero

[glacierfront]

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     “not that i like, care, or whatever.”

     zoe voice: luke is only friends with people who are mean to him. syrinx voice: yes i am listening. i hear.

     julie doesn’t necessarily make it a habit to look at people. but she notices things. and luke seems like he’s sticking around, for whatever reason, so in between her tasks, some of which he tags along for, she slides a glance across his person.

    “don’t like. travelers. space people. carry weapons. like, all the time.”

[soulmissed]

@compassionhero​: ‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

love starters, accepting

he woke up mumbling. (more bad dreams. an unmistakable scowl, featherlight movement behind closed lids.) the hand dwarfing his outstretched palm had coaxed his eyes open halfway. 

he’d hugged luke and tearfully insisted the jedi let him stay awake ‘til morning. 

so they drink hot chocolate and play holochess. “ i dreamed you left. ” august whispers. fear cast shadows upon his tired face. sometimes, dreams are wicked mechanisms for raw, unforgiving pain. when luke responds, the sincerity of his voice soothes him. august reaches out to skate his thumb over the top of his hand. “ you’re family, y’know that? we’re a...a team. ”