#dreadxreckoning

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@dreadxreckoning​ sent: “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” { Issa } ► FROM LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS

“You’ve been following me,” the Mandalorian says, his tone flat as he keeps at the task ahead of him, bare hands scrubbing at the Child’s robes by the riverbank. To his side there’s a basketful of other things: a second cloak, a pair of trousers, a shirt, a blanket, a cloth hammock, the kid’s satchel...

“What’s it look like I’m doing?”

The Razor Crest has been set down only a good sprint away, but there’s a comms unit activated and hanging at his belt to listen to both the Child’s snoring and for anything in there opening. Ground security protocol should keep him safe for the night from anything, but the Mandalorian can never be too sure.

He doesn’t bother acknowledging the fact Issa’s called him ‘pretty’. Rather, the Mandalorian takes the robes out of the cool water, gives it a proper look through the night vision of his visor, and then grumbles as he applies more soap to it to continue scrubbing. There’s a particularly nasty stain that doesn’t seem to want to go away, a faded spot still there despite how long he’s been working at it.

“What do you want, Kyveli? Thought you said you’d pay for the kid’s food without issue.”

[kestiis]

@dreadxreckoning   liked for a starter.

Three days.

It had been three days since he had crash landed on Bracca. Three days since the Clones had betrayed them and turned his life upside down. Three days since his Master...

The boy swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and praying that the tears wouldn’t fall. Jedi were supposed to keep their emotions in check, but young Cal Kestis felt that he’d done nothing but cry over the last few days. He didn’t know his family. Those strong with the force were recruited as infants and had no subsequent contact with their parents. Jaro Tapal had become the closest thing he had to a father.

And now he was gone.

Cal hadn’t strayed far from the crash site, choosing to sleep beneath the trees as he couldn’t stay in the pod that had become his master’s final resting place. He had managed to find water, but had yet to come across anything to eat. Not that he should expect much from a junkyard planet.

The blaster burn on his face still hurt and he worried about infection and he made sure to clean it with a splash of water before he curled up in his usual spot, hoping that it wouldn’t rain and distinguish the little fire he had made. His master’s lightsaber was close by, though more as a comfort than anything else.

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@dreadxreckoning ( Issa ) continued from [ x ]

Migs’ eyes were wide and almost frantically searching around as Issa grabbed his shoulders and continued to speak with him. Her words barely reaching his ears and almost sounded close to whispers overtaken by the memories of all the sounds he had heard all that time ago.

All the fear, pain and anguish he was feeling felt as fresh as the day everything had happened.

Hands clutching tightly at her arms as his heart beat frantically, Mayfelds breath was coming in quick, panicked pants as his mind struggled to comprehend what was real and what was just a nightmare.

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Sat near the exit of the ship as it descended into the atmosphere, Migs was carefully taking apart his blaster rifle. Cleaning each piece individually before reassembling each part with ease. Once the rifle was reassembled, Mayfeld looked through the sight, cleaning the end and making sure that it was working properly.

Laying it down on his lap, he sat back against the hull. His leg shaking slightly. No matter what he did to make sure things were alright, Migs couldn’t shake the feeling he had in his gut.

Something didn’t feel right.

“I got a bad feelin’ about this....”

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@dreadxreckoning​ sent: “Zzzz” { Issa } ► FROM FALLING ASLEEP ON MEME

For as long as the Mandalorian stays in hiding on this planet, Kyveli will probably continue to bother him. He’s come to accept this, and every time she pops up where he’s got the Crest hidden in the foliage outside the main city area, he doesn’t even question it any more.

At least today, they’d managed to do something useful. With the Child busy chasing butterflies, the Mandalorian had taken the pieces of his armour off for a quick sparring match-- everything but the helm, of course.

Except ‘quick’ had turned into a full two hours. The Child had ended up watching them around the thirty minute mark, seated on a rock not too far away, but it was only twenty minutes of silent observation before the little one fell asleep for a nap. The Mandalorian doesn’t blame him. By the end of it, he’s pretty tired, too.

After the cursory offer of his hand for them to have a fast grip of a handshake, he goes to pick the little one up from his place on the rock, carrying him in his arms before he sits in the grass with his back against a tree. He can’t remember the last time he’s sparred just to keep his senses sharp; he can’t remember, either, the last time he fought for the fun of it instead of to defend his life. He feels good about it, though. Feels clean, like something in him had reset with the purity of it all.

So he doesn’t question it when Kyveli sits, too. But when she leans on his shoulder, and a quick turn of the head tells him she’s starting to doze, the Mandalorian freezes for all of a moment.

But... he’s tired, too. And the wind is nice, even through his clothes and his striped green socks. And with the Child’s breathing even against him, and Kyveli’s own breathing starting to relax after the high tension of their earlier activity...

The Mandalorian’s helm rests gently against the top of her head. A quick nap can’t be that bad...

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‘ SPOTS TO KISS + 6. a kiss on the cheek. ’ [ dreadxreckoning ] { Issa } ––– It's a quick, fleeting gesture, a brief (yet entirely new to him) show of affection given before she turns to leave and go about her errands for the day in Mos Espa. It is followed by a, "Stay out of trouble and try to help Gav do the same. I'm sure I'll find enough for the three of us!" Is she joking? It's difficult to say.

spots to kiss.

Migs was stood at the top of the ramp, leaning against the opening when he heard Issa approaching behind him. He looked over his shoulder at her and was preparing to say one of his usual sarcastic comments as she passed when she suddenly did something that surprised him and kissed him on the cheek.

Instantly stilling, Mayfelds brow furrowed in confusion.

Had Issa really just kissed his cheek? Should he be fearing for his life or something?

A second or two passed before Migs slowly turned his head to look after her as she left. The look of confusion and shock not having left his features.

[kestiis]

@dreadxreckoning continued from here.

Gav was supposed to back hours ago.

A little delay he could understand – there could have been a whole number of reasons for the man running late but it began to get past that point. Gav wouldn’t be that late unless something was wrong and not even meditating could help calm him down.

Cal didn’t tell anyone before going after him. The fact that Gav wouldn’t let any of them accompany them made Cal assume it was a dangerous mission. If he said where he was going, they’d never let him leave and he had to. Gav needed him – of that much, Cal was certain.

He didn’t know the details of the mission, but he knew the location so that was his starting point. He was armed with a blaster, but as an afterthought, he strapped his lightsaber to his belt though made sure it was hidden beneath his shirt.

To most, the trail left behind would be unfollowable, but Cal was gifted with a very rare force ability. Psychometry. It wasn’t something that could be learned, but it came to Cal naturally. A discarded gun and a patch of blood was enough to start him on the man’s trail. Some broken branches further on assured he remained on the right track until he found the man.

He was horrified by what he found.

Gavril was on the ground and he was in a bad way. Worse than Cal had ever seen him anyway. He ran over and dropped to the ground beside him, gingerly patting his cheek.

“Gav? Gav!” He cried out, unable to keep the worry from creeping out into his voice. He couldn’t lose another father. “Shit...” He mumbled as he rummaged around in his satchel, pulling out the first aid kit he had brought. It wouldn’t be enough to patch him up properly, but it would have to do until he managed to get him back to the ship.

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“How did you get this?” [ dreadxreckoning ] { Issa }

Send “How did you get this?” for my muse’s reaction to your muse observing one of their scars.

Migs had gone back to the sleeping quarters to get changed after a job and was in the process of pulling his shirt off and over his head when he heard Issas voice behind him. 

He stilled instantly, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“Kriff....” he muttered to himself as he pulled the shirt back down to cover up the large scar running over his back.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s nothin’.”