#kallidae

[cvrsdordr-a]

kallidae asked: ❛ this ends today ! ❜

big words from a man that had been chased across seven star systems only to end up in the first orders grasp once more. the grudge held against him was a feeble disagreement - one the admiral would have let go of, if this boy had not been so foolish as to test his luck. 

wounds were healed, the blaster bolt was nothing more than a faint scar. pride had been wounded still, and adan was eager to repay the favor with simple bloodshed. ‘’ many have died because of your incompetence. may we pray that the force has taken their souls. for my troops certainly did not.  ‘’ 

dishonest words from a man that was eager to gift this energy yet another victim of war. potential was written over the captured boys face, but his loyalties would not change. a shame truly, one could have broken through that skull of his with ease eventually. ‘’ you will die, boy. and i will be the one to pull the trigger. ‘’

[bastxrdsisgone]

"Who wants to know?"

There was a reason she'd made a point of avoiding those planets where the First Order or Resistance would hide on. After surviving Order 66 and her own master's attempt at killing her, the last thing she needed was for someone to realise who she was and make the others aware of who she was. The shadows had been her home for a long time and she was content in staying there. Of course, she would pick up the occasional bounty, just enough to keep her afloat without having to tap into the resources she'd gathered over the years. Unfortunately, Ventress knew that someone was going to figure her out and that her time might be running out. It wasn't going to be on this planet and her hand moved over to one of her split lightsabres. Whomever this was was going to find out she wasn't one to mess with. "And I'd be very careful with my answers."

@kallidae​

[0fbalance]

@kallidae​ ASKED: “It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

"Depends on the party.” he’d been to plenty that were nothing more than good drinks and good company and he preferred those. BUT, he’d be lying if he hadn’t also been to ones that had involved brawls or aggravating some form of dangerous wildlife. “They your default kind of party then?”

[ncxilearchive]

@kallidae​ sent a transmission :  💋 for ben :33

          HE STOPPED PAYING ATTENTION A WHILE AGO.    Or at least that was what he liked to believe because despite his best effort it was hard to just zone the other out,  even more so when he seemed to be in rather the chipper mood.    Perhaps,  he shouldn’t be so surprised,  getting out of quite the deadly situation  ( and for once Ben could say that it wasn’t his fault )  without even a scratch did the trick about lifting someone’s morale.    A quiet huff slipping past his lips as he idly drummed his fingers against the counter of the cantina.    If he knew that was how the night was going to be,  he would have stayed back on the Falcon. 

          One, two,  three — he counted to ten and unsurprisingly he was still talking.    Ben moved then,  one of his hand reaching out,  fingers curling around the fabric of the other’s jacket,  pulling him closer.    ❝  You talk too much. ❞    A whisper,  and before he had the time to counter his words he captured his mouth into a kiss.

PUT A “💋” IN MY INBOX GET A KISS.

[cardinal-carvings]

💖

When Zade's hand finds itself grabbing Archex's, the man couldn't help but to stiffen slightly in surprise— glancing down to be sure he'd actually registered what was happening right before shaking his head slightly, a puff of air leaving his lips as embarrassment tinted his cheeks with a rush of heat.

"If you want to hold something, you can help me carry the supplies back 'home'."

[nowandtilthespire]

“It’s just a myth, isn’t it? Pure fantasy?” for either salju or savi ?

❛ ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE ❜ SENTENCE STARTERS

@kallidae

“Perhaps… And yet how often I have found that every myth and fantasy have a core of truth to them. People are not so creative or original as they like to think. Always they are given to storytelling from some source of inspiration. The changing of the seasons, the stars in the sky, the moons shining down upon us, the shifting of the tides,” Savi explains, so very patient as always.

“We look upon those things and our minds must wonder what has caused them. Why are they what they are? Why do they do what they do? Perhaps some answers were discovered in days long past when there was more truth to be found and, down through the passing of years, they were given to us, a gift that we might understand our world, our galaxy; others, might have been far beyond the recording of truth and merely a poor mortal’s attempts to make sense of the unknowable.”

“Who are we to say which myths and fantasies are truth and which are not? Or how much truth they may contain? You must always keep your mind open to possibilities.”