#kesslong

[feinkomo-blog]

Ø

Through the buzz of the tattoo machine and the dull ache of the needles against his skin; their voices murmur to each other of secrets they can’t tell anyone - even themselves. In quiet moments snatched with pain and blood, she marks him with the actions that make him worthy, and he hangs his fears in the air between them as offerings of self for her to hold onto - proof after he’s left that she is more than just what she once was - at least to him. 

Dips sliding into G-Force swells, corkscrew barrel rolls that leave him wondering if it matters which way is up and which way is down - when the stars are close enough to swallow and her laugh fills the cabin of his X-Wing, utterly free and completely bare of her anxieties and fears - who cares how close home is? 

What matters to them is how far it could be. 

[khadisshrike-blog]

DATE & TIME: 01/03, 1430H LOCATION: Yavin IV, rebel base, airship hangar FOR: @kesslong

For all that it's an illegal military operation, she can't help but compare what she sees of the Rebellion to the Empire. Amongst most of the Inquisitors, there was a quietly held disdain for the regular Imperial branches; Stormtroopers were useful as war dogs, but certainly not much more, with their lack of connection to the Force. The higher echelons (of which she herself might have become a part, had she not been her) were worse still, pretentious and shortsighted in most vexing ways.

Suffice to say, Khadis fully confirmed to the ruling opinion of her old order on the rest of the Imperial Military. Still, the one thing they did do right was purchasing and supplies, and so, it's with a highly critical eye she takes in the state of the Rebellion's fleet.  

"Is this the fleet that ought to liberate the galaxy?" The sardonic smile on her face is starting to feel permanent on Yavin IV, but really, it's not something she can help at this point.

[feinkomo-blog]

Hyper-fixations in Hyperspace | Fein & Kess

location: in the cargo hold of the ship headed back to Yavin IV date & time: 1/04, 2:00PM tag: @kesslong

Fein’s heart is still pounding against his chest as the Rebel ship takes off. Its too small for the for the motley lot of them and their knees knock against each other as they shift, restless and antsy until they feel familiar ground beneath their feet. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the smooth metal, trying to center himself, trying to bring himself back, but before he can even begin to breath in familiar patterns sabers flash and hum across the dark behind his eyes, and the cloying smell of singed flesh returns.

He jerks his eyes open, sitting up again. Fein’s too afraid to look around to see if anyone saw his agitated movements. In his mind, they watch him with disappointment in their eyes – they trusted him, saved him, pulled him from the pits of despair and he broke that trust.

More than that, he put them all in danger.

As their ship jumps into hyperspace, there’s a visible shift of relief in the little cargo hold, but Fein can’t make himself calm down, can’t make his lungs stop working overtime, can’t make his heart stop trying to burst through his jugular. His knuckles are turning white as they grip the seat on either side of his thighs. He breathes in, shaky and harsh against his throat, as someone takes the seat next to him.

He’s afraid to look over, afraid to meet accusatory eyes and see his mistake etched in the consequences he knows must fall eventually; but he can’t stop himself.

He looks up, a stray braid falling along his neck (another reminder of who he’s let down) and meets a familiar bright face.

Kess.

Fein sighs, looking back down to his hands. She’d done her job, smoothly and skillfully, she’d escorted Leia Organa from the stage. Bail Organa’s blood was not on her hands – Fein knew from who’s hands that blood dripped. He wants to tell her that, wants to ask her if she hates him, wants to comfort and to beg for absolution; but without the dull hum of the tattoo machine or an X-Wing’s engine to mask their words it feels ... too vulnerable. 

“Guess we’ve got something new to add to my back, huh,” he murmurs, choosing instead to stay light - to pretend that maybe this could still be not the end of the world?