#folkpoet

[firefightes]

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me." from belinda … 🤭

It seemed like every time one of them had an emergency, they ended up in the same vicinity as each other — though, more recently than not, it was Buck who ended up in the emergency room where Belinda worked. It was usually minor, a cut that needed stitches or clearance after some bad smoke inhalation, but this time was a little more severe — he'd needed to punch through a window to get through, and the glass cut through his gloves, which cut up his hands. Belinda was his nurse again, but she didn't seem nearly as excited to see him as he was to see her.

Oh. That was why. She seemed — almost upset at him being here today, which shocked him, to say the least. “ Come on, this can't be the worst thing you've ever seen. Just a few stitches, and I'll be good as new. ” Buck seeks her gaze, head tilting slightly. This wasn't even the worst he'd gone through in his whole life! If Belinda knew him before he was a firefighter, he thinks she'd freak out if she thought a cut on his hand was bad. “ 'sides, getting hurt is a risk of the job. I knew that when I signed up. ” He watches her clean his hand, and he wonders if there's something else causing her to be upset. “ I'll be fine. Really. You know i's just part of the job, right? I kind of rescued you from a fire, remember? ”

[saintsplanet-old]

the red keep hums with the low thrum of captivity,    every stone a witness,   every shadow a cage dressed in velvet.   what a pity laena's daughter is caught here.      [   she does not say the rest:    that she has lived too long in a keep where daughters are pawns and wives are cages,      where a girl’s worth is measured in the weight of the men who claim her.    but when she looks at baela : fire-eyed, storm-blooded,      a child carved from dragon’s bone yet shackled in king’s landing like a prize hawk — she feels something that is not politics,   not convenience.    it is recognition.    it is kinship.    it is the sharp ache of a mother who once thought herself unbreakable until she learned what it meant to be broken.   ]     she lingers in the stillness of the chamber,    her hand ghosting over the girl’s shoulder though not in command, not restraint,   only presence.    her voice softens,    stripped of queenly armor,    and when it comes it is meant for baela alone: ❝ they will tell you you are alone here.   that your blood is a chain and your silence your only weapon.    but you are not alone here, this i can promise. never will you be while i draw breath. ❞

@folkpoet for baela.

[decarios]

tell me you feel the same way. tell me you want what i want. please. galenaya hehe

it was one thing plan a life together when a death sentence ticked away in your head. to actually execute a life together was another. with each passing day, gale knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with laenaya. he prayed she felt the same. thankfully, she did, something apparent as she pleads with eyes wide and his hands in hers. “ of course i do. from the moment i first saw you — ” he spits out, half-rambling. he forces himself to stop talking and breathe, then leans in to kiss her — and it feels different than any other. perhaps it's a worm-free brain talking, but he swears this has never felt so right. “ i want to be with you forever. is that what you want too? ”

@folkpoet

[wineassassin]

"well. you weren't supposed to see me like this." and here sebastian was hoping for an easy night, not a run-in with a friend who is very much in the dark about his "second" job. sebastian can't even explain this outfit away — his hair is slicked back, and he's dressed in tactical gear and carrying a hard-shell gun case that he can't pretend goes with something else. will @folkpoet believe a lie? or will darcie see right through his very poorly put together facade and end their friendship right then and there? "i would say it's not what it looks like, but i have no idea what this looks like." darcie is smart, smarter than most people give her credit for — sebastian would have to be an absolute idiot to try and lie here. "do i look like a spy?" he goes on, setting the gun case down at his feet and staring at darcie with worry. "because... i guess that's what you can say i am. that's what i'm doing." a pause. "yes, i'm a professor, but i'm also..." sebastian vaguely gestures at his bulletproof vest. "you know. doing work for the CIA. not going to lie to you, darcie. so... now what?"

[praesparo]

〆 —  @folkpoet  ,    ❝ i don't feel like being alone tonight.  ❞

                    silence settles within the ghost as those still aboard turn in for the night, leaving kanan to his own devices just outside the ship & beneath the stars. recent battles have left him scarred, forcing him to change how he sees the force to allow him to see again. even if he wouldn't admit it or see it himself, his journey has moulded him into the jedi his master would've been proud of. kanan sits on the floor in an open space in front of the ship, legs folded as he meditates. even though he couldn't see the stars the same, it was comforting knowing they could see him. their presence alone was enough for him. despite being deep in his state, his head shifts moments before the footsteps on the ramp can be heard.

                    kanan smiles gently, head tilting up as she confesses to her reason for coming to find him. there was no-one else he'd rather have interrupt him, the only one who could interrupt him was her. without hera, without her strength & hope & heart, none of them would have made it this far. she taught him to believe & fight for a future in this galaxy. she showed him how to love when his entire upbringing forbade him from doing so. ❝ hera ... i didn't realise you were still awake.  ❞ he smiles albeit speaks with surprise, given how tirelessly she's worked recently. kanan offers his hand in response, bringing her down to sit by his side, bodies enveloping each other as they wrap arms around one another. ❝ you don't have to be alone, i promise.  ❞ a beat, eyes staring blankly ahead as he rests against her. ❝ couldn't sleep? what's on your mind?  ❞

[atannaz]

THERE WAS A REASON IT WAS THIS DUO, : THAT FACED THE THREAT! their teamwork made effortless by the years of having worked in the same team ; but the genuine bond, the trust between the two was one of the biggest factors that was at play! ( without hesitation, zatanna would place her life in artemis' hands. ) ... but this was one of the first missions after artemis' break. zatanna, if anyone ; knew the wound that is carved so deep. THE ONE THAT LEAVES NO PHYSICAL SCAR, YET STILL NEVER HEALS. artemis was no test subject, this wasn't a task bestowed upon the magician to observe whether she was ready or not. still, clear blues could not abandon artemis' figure for a long time ; something deep within wanting to do all to support the other. ( how the tables turn ... ) though she so deeply wishes they had not.

@folkpoet + artemis : i should have been more careful, i panicked.

RASH ACTIONS WERE NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY, : LIKE STATED BEFORE, THERE WAS NOTHING ZATANNA WAS NOT ACCUSTOMED TO. especially not when it came to her, does there exists a side of either of the two that the other does not know of? even when an action was not anticipated ; like magic itself, she is a changeling ... QUICKLY ADAPTING! gloved hand lands upon the shoulder of her dearest friend, brows furrowing ever so slightly from concern as masked features are studied. masks, figurative &. literal did little next to no good, when mystic arts were at play. ... but zatanna needed none of her abilities now ; for it was for her plain eyes to detect, to hear the slight strain in her voice, the faintest glimmer of depth of emotion gone through within. ❝ it's okay, ❞ velvety voice speaks so warmly the reassuring words, aching to spill her name but does not. ( in case of curious ears. ) ... ❝ what matters is that you're okay regardless of that. ❞ &. words ring ever so true ; as a member of the justice league, one might have waited for her to comment that the goal of the mission was reached regardless of averting from the original plan. BUT ZATANNA SPOKE AS MORE THAN THAT. ❝ we can talk about the rest later. let's just get out of here first, okay? ❞

[satellitewar-archived]

from @folkpoet: the stars will guide us out of here, i hope. corde to arra 🫶

the sky above them is vast and, as corde noted, littered with stars. the night is clear. cloudless. it's a hopeful sight, one her friend seems to take comfort in during this confusing time. separated from their clone battalions and far from the battle where they're needed immediately, arra and corde climb away from their crashed transport and into a planet of unknown danger and hazards ahead. they have no help — all personnel and all important craft have been directed to the center of warfare, the giant battle for planet control against the separatists. corde and arra, it seems, have a long way to go before they rejoin the skirmish... and not enough time to get there.

arra glances back at the burning shuttle behind them and winces. this is too familiar. it feels too much like her crash on maridun, her months of solitude, her abandonment. when she looks back at her fellow jedi knight, however she finds relief in corde's eyes — corde tane has always been dear to her, and together, the jedi will survive this nightmare. they'll make it. they have to. "they need us there. now." the urgency in her voice is palpable. "we can do this together, corde. we've survived worse things than this" casting her eyes across the broad landscape beyond, she spies smoke in the distance and points. "that way. i think." she smiles at her friend. "let's hope the stars know where we're going."

[aldereign]

A CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN DOWAGER QUEEN ALICENT HIGHTOWER & PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA.  ☾  ⭒   «  @folkpoet

she remembers youth. years ago, they were just children, lost in the gardens. princess leia organa of a foreign land a senior to the antics of alicent and princess rhaenyra, a third footing who stood around for the interest of the dragons. (an envoy with precious cargo — alderaan revered as a strategic ally to the kingdom, out of reach from the seven kingdoms but nonetheless a connection to the outer world.) it is her own youth leia remembers as she stands in front of alicent now, wondering what could have led the path this astray. ❝ i must admit, if i did not see it with my own eyes, i would never have believed it. ❞    betrayal burns, power hungry eyes that settle on a throne that house organa believes to be cursed. ❝  i once thought you two as close as two souls could be. now i am welcomed back to this mess. ❞