#exitiumparit

[orderresisted]

@exitiumparit​, continued from x

       In his brief freedom, there are few people he’s allow to touch him. Even fewer he could see touching him like this. Like they care. He knows she is a medic---that it’s her job to care about the wellbeing of patients---but her touch is so light. So perfect. So right. It leaves him chasing his next few breathes, jaw clenching as he tries to reign himself in. She’s a professional. So is he. Despite his slip-up & need for human contact.

Her light touch against his skin, fingertip dragging back & forth, serves to madden & he bites down on his lower lip as her competency shines as bright as her dark eyes. Maker, he’s in trouble. There’s a flutter in his stomach & his face feels oddly warm as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. Whatever emotion he’s feeling is so foreign to him that the wise thing to do would be disengage & figure it out from a safer vantage point. Instead, he leans down in her space, mindful of his bandaged side to stare into her warm eyes.

❝ And if I’m not? ❞ Because he might have been a Stormtrooper with all that entailed, but he’s still a man. He’s still human & touch is still a novelty to his battleworn flesh. 

[specfive]

@exitiumparit​ liked the one liner call!

     sabine sighs softly as she rubs her temples.  “ i don’t think chop likes me. ”

[walkingshcdow-a]

@exitiumparit | Jaskier & Christine

“You know,” Jaskier said, tripping back into his jeans as he stumbled towards the kitchen, “when I said you were welcome any time, I expected you to call first.”

Bitterness did not seep into his voice. It didn’t even think to. The lost opportunity with a couple of girls from some nightclub during a publicity stunt meant less to him than Christine’s well-being. If she was turning up at his place without an advance text, something must’ve been wrong. Besides, until the gossip rags reported Jaskier’s latest debauchery, no one really knew he was back in New York. He hadn’t checked in. Not with Christine nor with Erik. Certainly not with his own parents. The only people who knew he was in town were… Well, just him, his agent, and the pair of pretty young things who refused to believe that Christine was just a friend and left in too much of a hurry to find out more. 

How had she found him so easily? Had he drunkenly texted her from the club? Or had she merely remembered what he’d told her months ago, before embarking on his tour: “I’ll be back in New York in time for the leaves to change. I can’t imagine being anywhere else on the first day of autumn.”? 

Jaskier tossed open the refrigerator, eyes flicking over its slim pickings - the alcohol and sodas, the carton of eggs, the bottle of questionable milk. The cool blast cleared his head. What could he offer her? Jaskier cast a look over his shoulder at Christine. Gods, he hadn’t seen her in months. While he’d been touring, interviewing, and blazing up the Billboard charts, she’d been here, living, going to NYU, dads breathing down her neck. A normal life. He wouldn’t trade with her for the world or more. He wondered if Christine could say the same. He shut the fridge and prepped the coffee machine instead. It seemed like one of those nights already. 

He may have gotten poetic about autumn in New York, but the truth was that since the plane touched down six hours ago, New York had been wet and dismal. The hems of his jeans were damp and cold from some puddle or another, as sobering a discomfort as Christine’s dark eyes watching him as if he was an unfamiliar creature altogether. It had only been a few months. She’d started school while he played troubadour and overnight sensation and he would now be behind her by a semester when, after Labor Day, he went “home” and started his business degree at UCLA and caused an online media circus.  Jaskier tried not to think about how poorly synced their lives now were. Christine was his best friend - probably his only real friend anymore - and he didn’t want to lose her because they’d made different choices. 

At least he still knew how to make her a cup of coffee, just the way she liked it. 

“So, when are you joining me in LA, love?” Jaskier asked, half-teasing, half-hopeful. “It’d be good to see you in the sunshine.”

[skymma]

@exitiumparit​ | closed starter

When the knock comes and startles Jake awake, he doesn’t know where he is. But that’s been the norm the past few days and so he tries to fight down the sense of unease and nausea that’s threatening to climb up his guts and out of his mouth when he sits up, rests his head in his hands and wills the room to stop spinning.

At least it isn’t trashed. That’s an improvement from last time. 

The knock comes again, insistent and sharp. It’s like nails into his skill. Hammered in. Jake takes stock, pats himself down once the room steadies and he gets to his feet. He’s dressed. He ... seems to have his cell phone and keys.

No wallet.

Shit.

The trepidation makes him slow, but he does manage to make it to the door and he opens it slowly, just a crack, and squints against the light. And against her. His coworker. 

And doesn’t say anything, because an unspeakable fear freezes him in place. 

Abra. She’s -- not her, he thinks wildly, not sure why. Not her, not right now. 

[worldbecomefantasy]

 @exitiumparit​ for Kanan’s love

     -->His approach is quiet, but not stealthy. He has no intent on sneaking up on his wife. Kanan slips his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. The warmth of her puts a smile on his face- both physical warmth and her love for him.

     -->“I love you.”

[bellassan]

@exitiumparit | starter call

The sounds of boots and barked orders just outside the doors is absolutely a stressor, but Ferus is used to this by now. It’s just another day in Bellassa - beautiful, low sunlight, lightbirds singing, and stormtroopers chasing you down the streets.

He found his way into one of the few safe locations they’ve carved out for themselves in this district, but the troopers are on his trail.

“Anytime, Roan”, he says in a low voice into the comlink, double-checking the numbers on his pocket datapad. Roan’s safe at one of the headquarters, and that’s exactly why Ferus knows he can rely on him. “Find me a way out of here.” 

[unquietus]

closed starter for @exitiumparit

The night before had been... something. Someone had summoned Adrian at a crossroads, presumably to make a deal. Whoever that had been--well, they must have chickened out, because Adrian had appeared, bound to one spot, without anyone there.

And then he nearly got run over.

Now... now, the next morning, he’s lurking in the apartment of the guy who had nearly hit him with his car. Which was maybe a strange situation to be in, except that the man was infinitely curious about Adrian, and that made Adrian curious about him, in turn.

All the blinds are closed, making it dark enough that the light isn’t bothering Adrian too much. Truthfully, he’s also used some demon magic to darken the living room a bit. It helps.

He’s browsing the books on the shelves, one book on rugby open in his hands, when Jack enters the room from his bedroom. Adrian turns slowly to face him, and only remembers to mask his demon eyes--black sclera, red irises--in the very last moment.

“Good morning,” he says, and feels as awkward as he must sound. Has he already forgotten what it’s like to be--something close to human?

[senaetore]

          “ sabé. ” padmé always breathed easier when her dearest friend was by her side. and , even in the throes of chaos , now is no exception. she takes sabé’s hands in her , these hands that have always been theirs , and holds them tight. no one else knows. anakin is off fighting a war and there’s no one else she trusts with this knowledge so early on. it was like a gift from the universe when the other woman had found her way back to padmé. perhaps , they are not as close as they had once been , but back then , they were two girls occupying one self. now they stand as their own realized selves -- even if padmé knows that in a heartbeat , the other woman would take her place if the need called for it. she hopes it never will. “ i have so much to tell you.” she smiles though she knows sabé will see that there is something huge looming beneath its surface. “ but first , i will make us some tea. ”

@exitiumparit​