@forceblindedââ . â i had a dream about you. â / for rein and moe đ . richard siken . accepting
Everytime she hears a note now telling her that she had a new message itâs like getting an electric shock administrated directly into the base of her skull, to the bottom of her stomach.Â
It was fucking uncomfortable, but Moe loved the feeling.Â
Born out of mostly expectation and if the writer of it wasnât a specific jedi it was a very quick shift from that warm flood of butterflies in her stomach to a cold swing of water within her lungs. It wasnât a great way of living, and Moe was going to be the first one to admit that falling in love came easy to someone like her, even if it was with the most unlikely of people. And a Jedi certainly had never been in her thoughts or dreams. Definitely not like it had happened and Moe was used to people being annoyed at her though really most of her relationships didnât really last for more than a couple of days at most.Â
The nature of the business right? And most werenât really interested in anything beyond just a touch and go type of relationship. Plus, dating a bounty hunter usually meant that they could drop like flies and never come back and who would fucking want that for themselves? Not that Moe was looking for anything like love and undying but one thing that no one could say was that she wasnât dedicated when she was in it!Â
Did she wish she could have something more akin to what she imagined a ânormalâ relationship would look like? Yeah, sure. But she also was realistic enough to know that shit was less than likely. Didnât mean that she didnât keep trying despite what statistics told her.
ââ á´Ąá´s ɪᴠᴠɢá´á´á´
á´É´á´?Â
And so she found herself more and more drawn to her systems, to double and triple check that she hadnât received anything. It was surprising really, that Rein would have kept the contact. Moe had fully expected that she was glad to just go back to her life, now with her brother in it, and leave her behind with nothing but a memory of this one interesting pirate that she had met once.
ââ Ęá´á´ á´É´á´á´Ą ÉŞ ɢá´á´á´á´ á´sá´, á´á´sá´ Ęá´á´á´á´sá´ Ęá´á´âĘá´ Ęá´Ęá´
á´á´ Ęá´á´á´
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ââ É´á´á´ á´Ęá´á´ ÉŞâá´ Ňá´É´á´á´sá´ÉŞá´ á´á´ Ęá´á´á´
ɪɴɢ á´á´á´á´Ęá´, ÉŞâá´ É´á´á´. á´sá´á´á´ÉŞá´ĘĘĘ É´á´á´ á´ĘĘá´á´É˘Ę á´á´xá´.
And here she was again: just writing too much and that was chronic. Rein had only said I had a dream about you, that literally could mean anything. It could mean that she dreamt that Moe had been eaten by a sand worm and that would fit just as easily what she said. Moe feels her palms become clammy, a breath stuck between her throat and nose. When it is exhaled, loud and exasperated, her fingers return to her old, stained and half broken keyboard.
ââ ÉŞâá´ á´ á´
Ęá´á´á´á´ á´Ęá´á´á´ Ęá´á´ á´á´á´.
ââ á´Ęá´á´É˘Ę ÉŞŇ á´É´Ęá´É´á´ ÉŞs á´á´á´Ęɪɴɢ á´ĘĘá´á´É˘Ę á´ĘÉŞs á´á´É´á´ á´, ÉŞ'ĘĘ á´á´sá´ Ęá´ŇĘá´ÉŞÉ´ ŇĘá´á´ á´á´
á´
ɪɴɢ á´á´ ÉŞá´
Fuck. That sounds wrong.
The Jedi from the temple werenât gonna like that she was having such semi constant communication with her. And while Moe was super glad to give them the middle finger and a empty basket with a card that would read âplease be presented with the many fucks I have to giveâ, she knew that Rein wasnât. But this sounded like it was something weird or sexual and that is definitely not where she wanted to take this conversation. Why couldnât she just keep her mouth shut?!
ââ É´á´á´ Ęá´á´á´á´sá´ ÉŞá´'s á´
ÉŞĘá´Ę.Â
ââ ÉŞá´ ÉŞsÉ´'á´ ĘÉŞá´á´ á´Ęá´á´.
Fuck. Moe gets up, her hand diving into the thick cloud of hair as she turns around staring at the screen. Just donât write anything. Just donât touch it anymore let her get a fucking word in.
