#cruoren

[operatticarch]

endless edits of misha skywalker featuring @cruoren

[warrued]

                    agony’s cacophony echoed within the overflowing medbay, a scene repeated across every ship within reach of the now shattered starkiller base.   the unfortunate of the survivors laid on every available surface, tended to by droids and barely belied frantic staff.   none were the walking wounded, all those sent to a dining hall to be treated by their comrades.   every single being within their walls required swift care.   even that might not be enough.

                    heart thudding, now almost unnoticed, against her ears, connie has not paused for over two hours now, steadily working on whoever is laid in front of her with only the aid of a meddroid.   though aware the likelihood of not knowing any of the wounded or dead in the end was nil, she hadn’t yet recognized anyone.   thankfully, blessedly.

                    no one until troopers laid the leader of the knights of ren on her table, identifiable by garb alone.   dark gaze instantly set upon the side’s charred fabric and face riven with a cauterized wound, lips ordering instruments and medication that ears didn’t hear.   the wound to his torso worried her the most, internal bleeding inevitable.    ❝  how long has he been like this?  ❞

@cruoren

[rouqehair-a]

🤞 :/

chin grab. / accepting

perhaps the art of keeping one's eyes locked on his greener ones had always been a weak spot , perhaps he never liked staring too much at another pair of eyes not even his own in the mirror ;  you definitely have your father's eyes , armitage .  and before today , kylo ren had never requested his full attention and never asked him to look him in the eye while he pledges his allegiance to the throne , to him . foxes get eaten by dogs , all a fox can do is to submit .

you can't fight with a bleeding neck , red ────

jaw clenched HARD . his stare , ice covered forest of his eyes .  the red general feels the tightening of other's grip on his chin , and he knows nobody will speak of it for the next days to come if he suddenly decides to point out just how close the man is to his face .

despite the urge , armitage doesn't push away his hand . merely stands with his chin held up , and allows the cool leather press on his sickly pale flesh .  look me in the EYE when you speak , general .    ❝ your eyes are hidden , supreme leader . ❞    teeth show more than lips as he speaks ──  the mask makes it harder even for a trained cadet to read him . body language and toning of VOICE isn't enough , eyes tell all the story .  even arkanians know it .

after a few moments of silence that surrounds them , armitage gets the strong urge to open his mouth and bite the fingers ;  to tear them off . that instinct too , is swallowed back . it is rather difficult to place a finger on the exact time he's seen the supreme leader without the mask , his facial features are almost unknown to him , or forgotten .

[operatticarch]

@cruoren and misha trapped on a planet together.

[ofvxder]

Starter Call

Qira had never been a fan of parties. They were always full of the same types, the gossips, backstabbers, and the greedy. And yet she kept herself immersed in the life she disliked, keeping complete allegiance to her father and the Empire by staying, even though there had been a chance to escape it. She had to be what her father needed her to be, especially since it seemed her siblings did not want to be his successor.

The reprieve that the fall of the Empire gave her was one she truly appreciated, hiding herself away, knowing she would have a target on her back if anyone found out where she was. Then rose the First Order. Her nephew seemed to be at the head of it all - or close to it at the very least - a powerful Dark Side user like herself. She had heard rumors about his obsession with his grandfather - her father - and decided perhaps it was time to reappear.

When the next social gathering was thrown, in came Qira with a commanding presence, a facade of sorts, but one she played well now that she'd had practice. It had been about an hour since the last guest arrived when she threw the doors to the gathering open with the Force, heels clicking as she entered in, wearing a black suit with dark red accents. Everyone couldn't help but look at the newcomer, whispers starting up, wondering just who she was and why they had never seen her before.

"Since I have your attention, I heard @cruoren would be in attendance this evening. Am I correct?"

[operatticarch]

THE FORCE IS STRONG IN MY FAMILY.

[noirhearted]

grandpa ur the coolest

thanks kiddo you will be receiving 100,000 credits for your next birthday..... and some hard strawberry candies.

[yunharlaquin]

                   Fingertips compressed either side of her nose bridge,  practically pinching the skin above the bone between them.     Gaze sealed shut,  she rested her weight,  elbows on knees,  gasping for peace in the thrum of life around them,  valiantly ignoring the choking,  icy miasma swirling from the as of yet unconscious man beside her.

                   Only unconscious,  she soothed herself,  before mentally jerking her head side to side,  as if she could shake the complacent thought loose,  like her urge to touch him,  to hug him,  while he slept.     For all of her regard and care and consternation for her brother,  he was still striding headlong down the path of the Dark Side,  he still stood beside  —  fought for  —  the surging First Order.     For every gram of her being still caught in the mind of a twelve cycle old child who desperately searched for her missing compatriot in crime,  she needed equally to weigh that of a young woman who bore witness to the aftermath of his actions more than once.

                   And amongst it all was that mother-fed hope.

                   Hazel eyes slid open at a shift in his signature,  warning of approaching wakefulness.     Jaina straightened in her uncomfortable seat as she reached out.     A gentle restraint pressed invisibly down on the already existing cuffs,  knowing full well if he lashed out,  they would do very little.     There was only so much she could do for this cell,  and shielding them from his likely wrath at being dragged in here was one of those things.

                   There he was,  Jaina steeling herself against the disappointment and sorrow almost inevitable.          ❝  Welcome back,  Brother.     You’ve been out of it a few hours.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── [ @cruoren liked for a starter ]