#maurilyan

[astrophager]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ RADIO CHECK : @maurilyan ♡'d for a one liner.

❛ i'm busy now. i just ate glass by accident. please leave me alone, i ate glass. ❜

[warplanet]

a starter for @maurilyan, with carasynthia dune.

someone else can keep leitha safe. someone else can take the brunt of the danger and protect this very important person from total destruction — not cara. cara isn't about this, this bodyguard thing, this stepping in, sheltering someone else's body with her own. she would much rather just blow the place to pieces, get out by the skin of her teeth, and move on with her life; she'd rather focus on herself and leave the very important person, the daughter of the moon, the royal of this sacred planet, to fend for themselves. why is it her job? why does cara care? she doesn't. she can't.

and yet? explosions around their heads and gunfire raining down from across the valley tells a different tale. cara's whole body is wedged in between their current cover and leitha (leitha, the falling star, probably the most beautiful creature cara has ever seen in her life). all that talk of no, i'm not helping you; find someone else to keep you safe has failed, and in its place lies a woman, armored, sweat dripping down her face as she hurtles around cover to fire devastating attacks in retaliation. if leitha is safe, cara can leave. once leitha is back where they need to be, cara can carry on with her new work. no more of this caring for someone bullshit. no more worrying whether or not leitha is safe. "when i say go, i need you to run to that building." cara indicates the structure with her eyes as she turns to leitha, panting. "you don't stop. you run and you duck down and wait for me to join you. i'll draw their fire." more explosions. the stormtroopers are relentless in their attacks. "got it?" even with adrenaline seeping through her veins, cara can still stop and see the bright, brilliant eyes of leitha maurilya in front of her (hazy from smoke, but still, ultimately beautiful). "you ready? go!"

[saintsdawn-a]

“ how far have you traveled ? ” this is the second time in the same day that the question has come to mind, and she’s ready to indulge. “ what have you enjoyed the most ? if i had to say, i think i would choose the sea. . . ”

↬ a starter for @maurilyan.

[pyrrataexe]

❝ Eres la verga! That was the sexiest thing I've seen all day! ❞

And she'd been sat next to Amélie on a puddle jumper for the last eight hours, so she knew a thing or two about sexy. Would've fully clapped. Straight up applauded @maurilyan's little 'demonstration' among this once-clean lab, but!

Committing to the bit felt like a good way to get put on her ass like the rest of these losers.

❝ Need you to put that down, though. Maaaaybe take a step or two back while you're at it. ❞ And if her own gentle requests weren't quite clear enough? Well, not like she'd the safety engaged on this pistol of hers anyway.

interaction call.

[ragedagainst]

@maurilyan : "you’re just making it worse."

jyn doesn't bother to deign that with a response, as she doubts leitha is only complaining simply for the sake of it, to act as a distraction from the pain. her hands are deft and sure as she stitches up their wound, practiced fingers making neat sutures that will only leave the faintest scar -- if leitha takes proper care of the injury while it heals, that is. spent after a battle and without any healing potions, the next few hours will have to be done the old-fashioned way.

" would you rather i left you here to bleed out ? " jyn replies with an arch of her brow, tying off her stitches and cutting the excess with her knife. she leans back on her heels, inspecting her work. considering the circumstances -- and the oppressive environment of the shadowlands -- it's a decent job. " before i put the kit away, are there any other stab wounds you're hiding ? "

[lary5trong]

“You have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before?”   ⤷   asked @maurilyan.

Their words catch him off guard,   not that Larys was so disturbed by a compliment directed to him   (though it was odd)   but the question that followed.   It made him chuckle before he could think about it.   Words reminding him of his mother,   has anyone ever told you that before(?),   a rare memory that sparked in his mind.

‘You are so handsome,   has no one told you that yet?’   Of course not,   mother,   and you should have been one of the first to tell me that.   But he never said anything to her in that moment,   instead the young child only grinned widely and shook his head.

“Only a few times,   more so when I was a child,”   Larys answered,   mind back in the present,   “I feared I lost my ... spark so to say.   Glad to know it is not completely snuffed out.”   It was not a complete lie.   Least he hoped they weren't messing with him.   Whether Leitha was simply stroking his ego,   or if they were speaking truth,   he would offer a grateful look.   “Much easier to smile when sharing company with someone as kind and warm such as yourself.”

[edensbite]

" do you know what they said? that the road that leads to nowhere is long, and that those who seek to go there are lost. "

@maurilyan / spotify wrapped one-liners.

[embodies]

KISS AND TELL PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.

@maurilyan. jesse pinkman & leitha maurilya.

they are one too many drinks in and one too many laughs far gone : he doesn't even remember what the original joke was that has them cracking up now. the thing with jesse is that amusement is fuel : when he says something that is received well and with entertainment, it kindles a pursuit of it, further layers added to the humour as he revels in making someone he cares about laugh. and they have tears streaming, the both of them now, heads bowing into one another as bodies become weak with the stomach hurting fun of it all. proximity is not something either of them mind, at ease in their friendship, but even in their drunken state they now recognise their closeness as something further than they've ever gone, breaths mingling with equally potent liquor amidst them.

a strange silence falls upon them, still smiling but nearer now, the last lingering traces of laughter disintegrating as their gazes land upon each other somewhat seriously. jesse watches their mouth with that fascination that is so heavily emphasised when inebriated, leans in against his own conscious will until he can feel the warmth of them light on his skin, noses gently touching. maybe it is the natural order of two people so lonely, a resolute and unavoidable fact of life. when their lips meet it's with a hesitance ( at least on jesse's behalf ) to tentatively explore something untrodden. but still his palm rises to cup the line of leitha's jaw, and still he presses forward hungrily, ever more encouraged when their fingertips curl around his wrist to keep him there. nobody's laughing now, the only sound in the room those short gasps for air in between two searching mouths.

he wonders absently, an afterthought in their hazy state of mind, exactly what discussion ( or lack thereof ) will await them in the morning.