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[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @ofthestcrs || Isabella and Nahuel (x)

"Yeah, you." Isabella chuckled slightly, relaxing her shoulders as she scanned over his form where he sat. "Sounds like you need a vacation or something. Just, you know, get away from all the responsibilities you've got." As someone with no relationship and no children, she considered herself lucky that she faced little burn out like others could. It was why she would always check in on her colleagues.

"Why don't you take a break, let me grab you a coffee, hm? You'll be seeing those papers in your dreams tonight if you don't pause for a little while."

[kylo-wrecked]

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Ren's helm bore down on Kai's.

"No," the totem modulated, shaking itself slowly. Softly, for all its brutality. "I think you'll find we're not, and it doesn't."

He approached her softly, softly as one could tread a minefield. His boots sifted the gravel in a whisper, and Ren whispered to Kai. They could parse each other's minds with their fingers even while she held her fists at her sides and he gripped his hilt.

There was such pain there. He didn't have to sift through the images; it was as strong and certain as the moon and tide. The twenty-five-boned constellation of Ren Prime rattled in his stole. Such pain, such pain.

"You may be able to mask with him." Snoke, the malformed old tumor, fool enough to sit on a throne, to think that distance gave him some advantage. "I know."

Ren, the solid work of shadow that shouldered the meager space between himself and Kai. He knew. His chromium lattice slipped sideways in his study of her, the agile brawn snapping with tension.

"I will never be finished," he said, hand on hilt. Panthering, crunching gravel, black totem boring. "Worthy. I invite you to try and make me either. Bring this all to an end. The Ren. Me."

He sidled around her armored back and felt her entire body compacted with inner suffering yet to be focused and exercised. Kyber rage. Anger was useful for a time, but there could be something more—something the Ren might like to cut its teeth on.

"You can end it right now," the helm hummed. "But you'll have to answer to the Supreme Leader when you do. Won't you?"

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[mayxthexforce-moved]

Continuation from HERE

@ofthestcrs said:

Ben's lip quirks up ever so slightly before he forces himself to wipe the smug look from his face. He was curious, genuinely about these dreams and he didn't want to stop her from sharing because of his stupid mouth. He eyes her for a second, trying to read her demeanor, but Mirta has always been hard for him to read.

"Yeah?" He hums before taking a seat, patting the spot beside him, "Are they a means for concern?" His head tilted, trying to decipher how to go about the situation without sticking his boot in his mouth as he often did.

Even with her face bare, a sight that few have earned, Mirta's expression remains equally as neutral as the helmet she often dons'. At least until, for a moment, her brown eyes narrow and the corners of her mouth lift with amusement as Ben wipes the smug look off his face without her even saying anything.

She enjoys this, keeping him on his toes.

It's all in good humor though. Despite the reputation her bloodline gives her, and which she's usually happy to use for protection– an extra layer of armor, and just like her mother and grandfather, there is that part of her deep down which is soft, and he brings it out in her more than she likes to admit. Because as soft as she can be, she is also proud and stubborn– wouldn't be her mother's daughter if she wasn't a healthy mix of both.

His questions makes her snort.

"I am no wizard, Solo," she chuckles. "My dreams don't mean anything."

Still, she chooses to indulge him, boot on the edge of the control panel pushing to turn her seat so that it faces gim.

"Last night, I dreamed about my right of passage hunt," she hums. "It was the same as how I remember it happened, except you were there, watching. Felt awkward to have an audience, but... comforting, in a way."

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     the quiet that surrounds them is companionable. it always is. there's an understanding between them that was formed long ago, a sort of knowing that enables rey to glance at finn and know whether or not they're thinking the SAME THINGS. now is no different. though they sit silently, watching the stars together in the grass, she's certain their minds wander along similar paths, all at once considering everything that has happened these last few months and everything that has yet to happen. what is waiting for her out there? for both of them?

possibility keeps her up at night. the uncertainty -- the not knowing -- makes it impossible to find PEACE. even in dreams, her mind races with a thousand routes she could take. millions of closed doors seem to stare back at her everywhere she goes. which should she choose? how is she supposed to DECIDE?

rey is the first to speak, shattering the stillness between them. her cheek turns in the grass so she can look over at finn where she's lying on her back. "what do you think you'll do?" she asks, "when all of this is OVER?" it's been on her mind more than usual, lately. it's not as though there's a reason for it to be. things are as terrible as ever; the war continues to rage on. but in her private moments, she can't help but to fantasize about it. to wonder. to hope that her survival is a foregone conclusion, and that what awaits all of them is something SPECTACULAR.

[lcevblossomedmoved]

Ambrose looks Caleb over with a deep hunger in his eyes. He is just so handsome so ethereal looking. It truly astounds him to know that someone like Caleb has any interest in him. Just some old man someone who he shouldn't give a shit about. Yet here he was trying to impress him and God it impressed Ambrose every time he looked at him.

He runs his hands up and down the sides of Caleb's body. "You're joking, right? I mean look at you... shit you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And this outfit well it just makes you look perfect."

@ofthestcrs // continued from (x)

[hellfiretigers]

@ofthestcrs: “i’m not sure how to keep you safe.” from Steve to June

"you can't." june states bluntly, though there is a hint of sadness laced within her words. between her own self destructive tendencies and the life that she lives, there's no way for steve to keep her safe without endangering himself in the process. and june won't allow that to happen. she cares much more about others, about him, than herself. the last thing she wants is to see him get hurt because of her, "i'm a curse, steve. you can't keep curses safe. they'll just get you killed."

[sanguinesinners]

@ofthestcrs

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“What about now?”

Roman shot a humoured pouty pose in the man’s direction, motioning at the camera Caleb brought along with him. The poses Godfrey we’re doing wasn’t like him, but he knew it would slowly bring a smile to the wolf’s face. Which simultaneously made the Upir happy too.

For some dumbass reason, Roman took Caleb out for some shopping, knowing the wolf was irate with this sort of shit, mumbling that he would most likely just wanna stay in bed - Which was understandable for every human being. Godfrey wasn’t keen on letting that happen though, he wanted to make most of the time he had with him, knowing that sooner or later, his bitch of a mother would want to move out of this plagued ridden town. Or try to destroy it, either way.

Shortly after, Roman had been rummaging in some large boxes he found in a small clothing store littered with odd dress up shit, finding a cowboy hat that he made no haste in wearing, and then some more fancy hats and head pieces he placed onto Caleb, alongside a work guitar that seemed to be propped up against the wall, now adjusting a sweet tiara within his large head of curls “You look like a pretty little rockstar princess now” He teased, before finding some loose jewellery buried beneath it all - It was an emerald ring he was fumbling between his long fingers, he pulled on his bottomplump lip before grabbing at Caleb’s hand and sliding it cautiously on his finger.

“I’m not proposing or anything. Just suits you, y’know for the whole cute visage you have going on or whatever” Godfrey shrugged, stumbling on his words, making no big deal but to grow a shit eating grin after making the gesture.

[solarsought]

@ofthestcrs asked: "I look at you and I'm home." Gecko to Eddie

They had taken a break. Eddie was off on tour and Gecko was trying to figure out life as his mother inched closer to her untimely end. Both had too much on their plates so they had let things sizzle out even if neither had really wanted that. Maybe when Eddie got back maybe when Gecko ‘s mother was gone it was all a bunch of maybes. Now that Eddie was back after a year he didn’t know what he wanted what he felt and truthfully he had been avoiding Gecko as he tried to figure that out.

When they finally did meet he’s floored by the confession. He had been begging for it for so long just wanting to know Gecko loved him. Now as he hears it though? Now he has other things to think about most importantly stupidly getting knocked up. He didn’t know what he was doing but he knew he couldn’t drag Gecko into that he didn’t deserve it not after everything. Eddie’s lip quivers and he looks at Gecko finally, “I don’t think we should get back together.” There’s a pause and he looks at Gecko so sad so heartbroken by the words coming out of his mouth. “This year has... it changed me and I don’t think there’s room for anyone else in my new life I’m sorry. I would say we can stay friends but I’m leaving town and I just... I want to cut the ties with all of it I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.”