#flighteer

[tobargain]

                     ❛  yes, the cloak of levitation does ... have it’s own personality.  ❜ like it’s proving it’s point, the cloak turns towards strange as it floats beside him, hovering up and down like it’s nodding. ❛  i wouldn’t suggest pissing it off.  ❜

@flighteer​.

[fencings]

@flighteer​  ,         “   you’re   not   even   going   the   right   way.   ”

“  yOu’Re nOt gOiNg tHe riGhtT wAy !  ”         she mimics him,   her tone rising and falling in exaggerated heights.         “  aish,   who do you think you are ?    so annoying.  ”         she continues walking in the direction she was already headed on,   absentmindedly twirling her gun between deft digits and then finally stumbling upon a dead - end just a few seconds after.    lips purse as she releases a huff of breath from her nose,   posture straightening as she turns back around and struts towards him.         “  that’s why i was just checking out our territory.    making sure we are going the right way.    i’m a good captain like that.  ”         she flashes him a grin,   completely avoiding the fact that she’d been wrong.         “  i think you should lead the way,   then.    i can take a step back,   watch how you do things.    i also like learning.    just as long as we go where the system says the jackpot is.  ”         

[humanzippo]

it’s  not  the  dead  last  face  he  expected  to  see  in  crowd,  but  he’s  somewhere  up  there.  features  that’ve  lately  made  up  the  best  parts  of  his  day  downturned,  he’s  seen  the  expression  enough  to  recognize.  on  poe,  concern  looks  foreign,  out  of  place  amidst  what  should  be  an  easy  smile.  flames  snuff  as  his  feet  hit  the  ground,  only  tendrils  of  smoke  at  the  end  of  blonde  left  in  their  wake. 

❛   baby,  your  pupils  are  super  dilated.  did  you  get  shot  in  the  face ?  ❜         @flighteer​  as  poe  dameron

he  has  a  sudden,  vivid  image  of  himself  with  cartoon  hearts  swirling  around  his  head,  or  popping  out  of  his  eyes  in  some  bad  animation.  translated  to  realism,  he  can  only  hope  the  signs  of  somersaults  taking  place  behind  ribcage  stop  and  start  with  the  way  lips  quirk.  red  -  tint  to  cheeks  is  surely  expected  for  a  man  recently  aflame,  and  if  it  isn’t  because  of  that  at  all  it’s  no  one’s  business  but  his  own.    melodic  teasing  rolls  off  tongue,    ❛   maybe  it’s  ‘cause  you  called  me  baby,  baby.   ❜