#hopesflame

[eleutheriana-a]

                            I HAVE MY MOTHER’S EYES AND MY FATHER’S MOUTH.                                        ON MY FACE, THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER.

                                                                                                         as told by nicole, kells, and chloe. not for personal reblog.

[divinitysquander]

THAT GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF GODDESS, HALF HELL. // @hopesflame

“ LEIA ! ” it’s not often that her real name falls from his lips ––– more often now, perhaps, than a year prior ––– but stress tends to bring it out. ( stress. he might laugh, if his heart weren’t lodged, curiously, somewhere near the base of his throat. stress is such a pitiful excuse of a word compared to the heart stopping sort of PANIC a reckless leia inspires in him. ) a single arm wraps around her waist, hauls her up. has she always been this light ? he can distinctly recall her being more difficult to haul and shove in that trash compactor, but perhaps that had been her waterlogged dress, and the memory of irritation, of fear. “ are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?! ” he turns, walks with her still in one arm, held at an awkward sort of an angle against his chest. he wonders if she can feel his heart thumping in time to the melody of a damned reel. “ easy, your worship, easy, ” he attempts to soothe, waiting until they’re safely away from the besalisk agent she had tried, so hard, to pick a fight with, before setting her back down on her own two feet. oh. kriff. mistake, mistake, big mistake, now he’s facing down a one and a half meter high ball of absolute fury. “ what’s gotten into you ?! ”