#impossiblies

[aldereign]

@impossiblies : [ ear ] sender taps their ear, indicating they cannot hear what receiver is saying. [ poe dameron. ]

she bends at the knee, bringing herself level with him, the fabric of her white robes pooling like soft clouds around her boots. the corridor hums with rebel activity, voices and footsteps echoing off durasteel, but she sees only him, a round-cheeked little boy with big brown eyes and a fiercely determined scowl, tapping at his ear like a tiny pilot giving a malfunction report. her heart softens instantly. something in her always softens around children… maybe because she never got to be one. ❝oh,❞ leia breathes, smile blooming warm across her face. ❝you can’t hear me?❞

she taps her own ear gently, mimicking him, exaggerating the motion the way adults do when speaking the private language of toddlers. then she leans closer, her voice becoming a soft, conspiratorial hush, the tone she once used to reassure frightened senators and now uses on frightened little boys. ❝that’s all right, ace,❞ she murmurs, letting the nickname fall sweet and natural. ❝even heroes have trouble with comms sometimes.❞ she reaches out, brushing an unruly curl from his forehead, her fingers careful, reverent, as though touching the future.

❝here,❞ she says, slowly, clearly, forming the words with her lips so he can see them. ❝can you see me?❞ she waits for his response. ❝good.❞ leia smiles again, brighter this time, a spark of alderaan’s old gentleness flickering in her eyes. ❝then i’ll talk with my hands.❞ and she does, lifting her palms, gesturing with elegant clarity, signing simple shapes she learned years ago on diplomatic missions. hello. are you all right? i’m right here. you’re safe. poe’s small hand lifts, mimicking half the shapes, close enough to make her laugh softly, a rare sound these days, bright as starlight. ❝yes,❞ she whispers, touching her forehead to his for a heartbeat. ❝that’s perfect. see? you're doing exactly what i said. ❞ in some hidden corner of the force, something answers her, a faint, warm thread connecting her to this brave little soul tapping insistently at his ear. she thinks, not for the last time: one day, this boy will fly.

[falcontrol]

⤷ @impossiblies, poe : why are we running ?

" good thing you're a pilot and not a foot soldier, kid. " older age has only severely reduced the smokescreen of a filter han once had  — if you could even argue there was one to begin with. he certainly meant it with no malice, even if the bite in delivery was packed with nothing but the same heat that beamed down on tatooine's surface. relentlessness, radiating from the shuttle the pair skittered behind, taking pause once an all too familiar skittering happened to still.

he peered upwards, legs still slightly bent into a crouch, head peeking just enough for close-range visibility. " shit. knew it. " an all too familiar nuisance, blasters and a will for survival at the detriment of he and his precious x-34. " you have any experience with them ? " an unceremonious point, using the tip of his own weapon to redirect the pilot's gaze. jawas. hardly a fatal threat, but the annoyance alone was enough to set their mission back a couple days depending on their tempers and willingness to negotiate. not to mention how scrappy they could get, in multiple senses of the word. " look, kid, if they get ahold of the engine, the clamps, or the gears — we're screwed. either stuck on-planet for the next week, or out of credits. what'dya got for a plan ? "