#dyadalone

[reylo-trashh]

‘A dyad in the Force’

- Star Wars The Rise of Skywalker Solo

[fierceheartsa]

@dyadalone​ asked: „ i need a hug. A six hour one. “ // comforting meme.

                       „ then come here. “ , t.j. mumured , before he pushed himself off of the couch and quickly wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. „ whatever you need , i am here. “; he mumured.

[healingpast-a]

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞ ┌ @dyadalone​ ┘

HER GAZE SOFTENED AS HE SPOKE, SAD FOR HIM. Rey crept closer, her arms sliding around his middle and her forehead coming to rest between his shoulderblades. Her fingers interlocked over his stomach and she held him like that for a long moment, her eyes closed and her body pressed into his. 

She could feel his loneliness as keenly as she felt her own, and she sighed out a little breath of understanding. ❝ Before you, before all of this, I don’t think I remember ever being hugged. I probably was, of course, my parents probably hugged me at some point. But I don’t remember it, I was too young. But now- ❞ A deep breath, and she began to release him, ❝ -You don’t have to forget again, Ben. ❞

[weaponraised]

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The planet was so lush and beautiful, the field of wildflowers enough to take her breath away all on its own. Plucking enough to weave a crown -- something Rose had taught her to do one afternoon they'd had off together -- she set it on top of Ben's head with a grin. "I heard you're a prince."

[jediaceanik]

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“...I feel it too.” He glances at him, forcing back the nightmares that have haunted him since the academy. Burning buildings, the smell of burnt flesh, the pain of forcing himself through the flames to find his friends torn apart. He still had faint burns up his torso and arms from trying to go into the flames to save his friends, something he had insisted not be fixed by the medics on Hosnian Prime. A reminder that he couldn’t save anyone. But that was a long time ago, and Ben was trying now at least, but it didn’t help the survivors guilt. “...Why did you do it? I need to get this out of the way. It’s been haunting me for years and I just need to know why. We were your friends, Ben...”

[astracrowncd]

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          the blaster wound has done its damage. his chest aches, blood seeping from where it had hit hard. his breaths are staggered, barely there, and cason turns his head a little, features pale, hair falling over his forehead. he truly is sorry, something that shows on his face. for this, for leaving ben, and there’s nothing but a flutter of his eyes, his lashes touching his cheeks as they close and his head falls back.

         he’s barely alive, but he doesn’t expect the wound to begin healing. the ache to subside or his breathing to ease. his pale face seeps with a little color, and he inhales sharp, a hand coming up, gripping onto ben’s wrist, tangling onto his shirt. his eyes open, barely, and his mouth parts a second. “ .... ben? ” he chokes it out, and his breathing grows haggard, his eyes closing again.

          what he doesn’t expect is to wake up again. to open his eyes and see a warm room around him, or feel something --- someone next to him. he blinks, tilting his head slowly, breathing a little heavy. “ ... what ... happened? ”

[jedirisen-a]

Starting off the nonsense early tonight with @dyadalone​​

“ Pay attention to me. “

[endhope]

@dyadalone​ said:  “The point is, people improve when they get external love and support.” - ✰

a blush creeps out of her body and paints her cheeks red. he seemed to have a way of words lately, and it always managed to leave her, blushing.

“I could say the same about you, you know.”