flies a paper airplane towards his head. he's very bored.
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nose scrunches in response, adler is irritable, though that’s not a new phenomenon nor is he in doubt that sam can probably sense his foul mood mile off. long gone were the days when this was fun, when they were young and this was all just an adventure ( and a plight for wealth, but that wasn’t important ), when these particular mischiefs were just laughed away. stab one guy and everything tumbles, who’d have thought? ‘ - would you please find something better to do than annoy me? ’
a stern gaze finds the other man from across the room though it softens after a moment of contemplation. his misery doesn’t have to be infectious, not this time at least. a sigh passes bitten lips, phone reluctantly put to one side - the way he was neglecting work at home wasn’t going unnoticed. if only things could be as they once were; instead guilt and resentment lingers in the air - not to mention the debilitating jealously the businessman had for the other’s younger sibling. he’s far too proud to entertain that conversation, today at least. ‘ let’s go for a walk before you start throwing heavier things. ’
“ look , you wanna pay your respects ? go ahead . but at least be honest about the kind of man he was . ” @brknsymbol
there’s a second where his mouth opens, but his brain catches up before he actually says anything -- giving him another moment to actually process instead. it was a tough topic, not really something you sat around the dinner table and chatted over. but it was also just a tough time for everyone, regardless of their relation. was it really so wrong to discuss someone’s shortcomings while also bringing up that they did good at the same time? scott didn’t think so.
“ no, i think you’re right, ” is finally spoken up, eyes moving between the ground and sam for a moment, thoughts gathering quickly to filter through his mouth. “ i can’t say i knew the guy...much. but he was generally an asshat. ” their interactions had been a little of both good and bad, and scott lived mostly in this grey area with the man. which seemed to be where sam possibly was too. “ i’m not gonna stand here and bash him, but i won’t stand here and praise him either. i’m just gonna -- go be switzerland...before i get my ass kicked. ”
I didn’t even realise Dashboard Confessional was even still a thing? Hope you enjoy? She hasn’t felt this numb since waking from cryosleep.The way that the cold fire of panic makes her fingers burn. Not that she can do anything more than watch, frozen as Sara’s body goes limp in front of her.She holds her breath as she waits. This was a fucking stupid idea. But there was no time to talk Sara out of it.She’s barely aware of the voice of SAM in her head. She doesn’t need them to tell her that Sara’s heart has stopped. She feels it when her restraints release.But by the time she’s picked herself up off the floor SAM is already trying to restart Sara’s heart. She waits. With her own heartbeat choking her as she waits with bated breath, watches as Sara’s body flinches as SAM runs a current through the muscle that matters most.She thinks it's the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard when Sara’s first desperate gasp of breath rings through the comms in her helmet.And if someone were to ask her later she would say it was then, in that moment that she let herself realise.Let herself realise that she was stupidly in love and all it took was for Sara’s heart to stop beating for her to admit it to herself.Sara stumbles but doesn’t get the chance to fall. Because Cora is there to catch her. Physically at least. Their hardsuits clatter as they slide against each other as Cora tries to embrace her, and with a growl of frustration, she grabs onto the edges of her breastplate, pulling her closer as best as she can, and kisses her. It's fast, and Cora pulls away before Sara can even react, and it's nothing like she’s ever imagined it being like. But it's real, and it's honest, and that’s all that matters to Cora at the moment. She knows that they have a lot to talk about after this, but this is now.“Don’t you ever do that again,” Cora growls, stepping away from her as she lets go of Sara’s hardsuit, walking away to let her heart settle and to gather her thoughts.SAM had linked Sara’s vitals and her private comms to Cora’s suit after Sara had been made Pathfinder all those months ago. She almost pays more attention to it for the rest of their mission than she does her own vitals. But even in her distraction, she doesn’t miss the way her heart rate jumps when she looks her way, a gloved hand ghosting over her lips. Or the soft humming that’s replaced Sara’s usual chatter over their personal comm channel.A few times her heartbeat stutters. But with each passing minute, she watches it as it grows stronger, stays steady. It was so strong. But so fragile. Something she would hide and keep safe, woven between her own ribs if she could. But hearts were meant to beat, even if sometimes it hurt.
Let the Felt have some fun too! M!A: Grub for three days!
You had been chilling with Sweepeta the catshark in Trace’s room. To say you were bored would be putting it nicely, it’s not even been a weak and you are already more than done with this house arrest deal. Of course you’re aware it’s for your own safety but...Bluh! It’s boring as fuck.
At least the various cats in the mansion still love you.
That is until you are hit with the grey magic and turn into a an adorable but deadly little grub. Well that’s what you think at least as you immediately hiss at poor Sweetpeta.
This is my turf now, whatever weird fish beast you are.
Who wants to get a look at a scene that I’ve actually written for the next chapter? Bets on whether this will change or not now that I’ve posted it somewhere will be accepted in the ask box!
“Alright Tano, we’ve been at this for a while now, what exactly is it that you think I’m here for?” Master Windu’s voice was soft, even if the tone was hard. Ahsoka didn’t need any help to know it was a trap, the way all Council Members ask tricky questions. She just didn’t know if she wanted to spring it or not. She just didn’t know what she wanted. Instead of answering right away Ahsoka leaned back on her hands, her eyes locked onto the speeders flying by, the sounds of the city below. What can she actually say to that direct of a question?
“Ignoring me is not a valid tactic.” He added drily before turning to look back out at the twinkling lights of the planet. This isn’t a tactic to trip her up, it’s a physical reminder that he isn’t forcing her to talk but is asking her to.
Ahsoka can feel the way the Force pulses around them as she lets the frustrations build.
It’s a wall of anger, and giant canyon of fear, the gnawing uncertainty that leaves her chest feeling tight. She knows what she’s supposed to say, what all Jedi are supposed to say and do, but it’s not true. Ahsoka is drowning the same way all Jedi are drowning. In the cold and the darkness. She is beyond grateful that Master Mace keeps his face and eyes forward, that she can’t feel him trying to pry into her mind.
He’ll understand, he has to.
Ahsoka sighed heavily as the dam inside her cracks, “I don’t know, spiritual check? I keep having near misses and so...and you had misses too, worse than mine. I think. I just, I miss the way it was before.”
She didn’t mean to say that last bit, it just slips out between her teeth. Like water between her fingers.
There is an exceedingly long pause as Master Mace Windu laughs and then cradles his head in his free hand. Ahsoka uses the time to hope she fades into the cosmic Force. Perhaps she can become one with this cold stone that’s leaving her ass numb from sitting on it too long. She manages to glare at him regardless. When he finally lifts his head again there is no mirth there and Ahsoka can feel herself shrink a little.
“Those are some hoops you made your logic go through. I’m here because Yoda can’t be, and because we are both worried about you.” He tapped some ash from the end of his stick before continuing in a completely different direction, “Noticed you haven’t been running off with your friends.”
“During what time?” She asked incredulously. As if she had any time off during a WAR. She worked her jaw and waved her hand to dissipate some of the sweet smelling smoke that was now clouding around them. The smoke clings to her even more as if affronted she would even try.
Master Windu dipped his heading acknowledgement. “Alright that’s fair.”
They sat in silence again before he pulled one leg back up onto the ledge and turned to look at her. His gaze was probing and deep, and Ahsoka had the distinct feeling he was seeing a bit more than she was comfortable with. Not that he was prying into her mind, but like he could simply read the Force around her. Master Windu was good at that, getting shatter points. Still she had to say something, he was apparently worried enough to encourage her to spend more time with Anakin and that was not exactly...standard.
“Thank you, I am grateful that you and my Master are keeping an eye for me. But I assure you it’s unnecessary.” Ahsoka let herself fall back on her training, the words weren’t stilted but anyone who actually knew her would notice. She just wanted this, whatever this was to end, she needed to be sent back out. Her men needed her.
Master Windu snorted. “I thought I was here for spiritual checks since you are oh so close to darkness?”
