#coreliann

[scoundres]

❝   IF I ASKED YOU HOW YOU GOT THIS...   ❞    lazily,  her fingertip brushes over the scarred canvas of his chin,  just delicate enough that he might hardly notice the touch if not for her question.   ❝   ...would you answer honestly ?  you wouldn’t make up a story about winning a cantina fight or dueling for the heart of a beautiful woman or something along those lines ?   ❞

@coreliann​   //    starter call.

[lucioleptit]

@coreliann​ / x.

          thin arms cross, eyebrows furrowed. she is not typically this brave, but the teenager is still a bit high off the adrenaline that comes with running away. (truly, if it weren’t for JUN-0, she’d have been gone quite some time before.) while she’s a bit used to teasing, the comment on her size (which would be extra-small) makes her straighten up a little. “funny. but i can handle that, if you’ll take me seriously.” eyebrows raise as an offering.

[spineld-blog]

@coreliann​

                     “  tch   —   sorry ,   sparkles  .   ”    snide   remark   through   sneer   in   split   &   dry  lips  ,   nudging   magenta   creature   with   a   boot   caked   with   mud  .    “   maybe   yer’   friend   shouldn’t   be   so   selfish   —-   learn   not   t’   TAKE   what   isn’t   HERS  .   ”   yes  ,   he’s   heard   of   .  .  .   gemkind  ,   he   supposes  .   they’re   a   major   contender   for   the   empire  ;   &   he   suspects   a   soon   to   be   tool   for   their  vicious   imperialism  .

the      pink      gem      gives      an      exaggerated      gasp.      cartoonish      eyes      widening      with      utter      horror.      how      could      he      speak      so      ill      of      such      a      wonderful      gem?!      of       her       BEST       FRIEND?!       gloved      finger      presses      against      her      cheek,      eyes      raising      in      thought.       ❝     well maayyybe you’re just a big ol meanie pants ~    ❞

[scoundres]

 @coreliann sent :   ‘ we are perfect together and i am better for knowing you . ’

FROM  :  HIDDEN BODIES. STATUS  :  NO LONGER ACCEPTING !

❝   i might have instilled certain habits in you    —    cooking full meals and rolling out of bed before noon,   ❞     she lists,  amusement dancing onto her lips with his proclamation   :   he’s the verbal type,  true enough,  and he commonly ensures that there’s not a moment between the two of them left silent.  but rarely is he this willingly articulate,  divulging such thoughts unprompted.  it’s inspiring,  in a way.     ❝   but i’ll go on record saying that i had a lot less to do with making you ‘better’ than you think.  you were good long before you knew me,  you just didn’t know it yet.  besides    —    do i look like the kind of girl to date a scoundrel?   ❞

❝   i agree with the rest,  though.  at the risk of being...   ❞     speech strays,  hand wavering in air as she searches for the right phrasing.  she idly swirls around the remaining wine in their shared glass,  then downs it.     ❝   saccharine...  we are perfect together.  i don’t think there’s any doubt about that.  you just get me.  nobody gets me like you do,  han.   ❞

[contrariian-archive]

@coreliann​ said: “i know places we can hide.”

       ‘  I  KNOW .  ’   SHE  TRUSTS  HIM .    she’s  not  sure  when  it  happened ,  but  at  some  point  percy  came  to  the  conclusion  that  she’d  put  her  life  in  the  captain’s  hands .   good  thing ,  too ,  with  the  empire  hot  on  their  tails  and  yet  another  base  torn  from  their  grasp .  hoth  was  cold  &  largely  miserable ,  but  it  was  the  closest  thing  percy  had  left  to  a  home .   now  she’s  adrift  with  the  crew  of  the  falcon  &  princess  leia  of  all  people ,   shoved  into  the  spotlight  of  some  of  the  most  infamous  rebels  the  empire  knows .  ‘  i .  i  trust  you .  ’

[crimsonshe-a]

@coreliann​    said:      coreliann / 06. a goodbye kiss

    lips locked plenty of times before,   but this one was different.    qi’ra knew it.  something deep within her was screaming.  this kiss was laced with longing,  and lost time.  his embrace was bliss,  a feeling she had wished for for so long.  they fit together like a lock and key,  nearly perfect.  it was the flaws that were forcing them apart once again.  two lives no longer entwined.  

    skinny fingers run over his rough skin,  the curve of his cheekbone directed her touch.  her hand finds its place caressing his cheek as she pulls him closer.  --  moments pass,  lost in bliss,  until qi’ra can’t do it any longer.   if she stayed there,  in his arms,  she’d never leave.  it would be the greatest risk of her life.  eyes don’t dare lock with his as she separates her lips from his.  she doesn’t let him go,  but she can’t dare look at him.    

    “   you have to go,  han.   ”      its barely a whisper,  broken by the words it carries.   “   im sorry.   ” 

[lucioleptit]

@coreliann​: ❝ you don’t have to look so sad. ❞

         “i’m --” she sniffles, wiping her eyes. “i’m not sad.” not entirely a lie -- more than anything, she was being assaulted with guilt. she had just left, hadn’t she? just like her father, only without any accompaniment. half of her hopes her mother is at least a little hurt, but the other half would wither if she knew she’d caused any pain. annette knows she can’t go back. to go back is to lose, is to subject herself to anything her old house would throw at her. to go back is to let everyone who’s ever met her be justified in their disappointment. “i am not sad.”

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?   /   accepting.

[lucioleptit]

@coreliann​:   ❝ you and i aren’t as different as we thought. ❞

            she didn’t want to give herself that much credit. she was malleable when she snuck on board, looking for something to hold on to. she was willing to change anything, learn anything, to get away from home. but that place -- chandrila isn’t home. this is home, on the falcon. she knows they have that in common. her typical lopsided smile peeks through as she takes a mental inventory of the assorted similarities. her arms cross over her chest, the smile widening to display the gap between her front teeth. “guess not, huh?”

           he certainly has taught her a thing or two. both things she knows he’s aware of, + things she knows he doesn’t want to acknowledge in himself. after all, how could an isolated kid know how to be a friend, without an example to follow?

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?   /   accepting.