#raehs

[spokewar]

@raehs desert creature

[skywalkir]

if i stab you with my laser sword will it go right thru you or would it hurt 🫣 (kidding gramps)

[buirrarc]

@raehs

‘you’ve   got   to   stop   biting   people,   kid.’

[vuulpecula]

✖ @raehs ❤'d for a starter forever ago !

Splitting the hunk of bread in her hands, Fox offered one half to the young woman. "Mind if I sit with you?" It was quiet in this section of Skyhold and there were less prying eyes, less whispers to catch regarding the Inquisition. Fox found herself here often, looking out over the landscape. Thankful to still be alive, but uncertain how long it would last. Regardless, it'd be nice to chew on bread instead of worries. "It's fresh baked--don't tell the baker I stole it."

[klarsynt]

@raehs sent: ❝ you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them. ❞

joy. the word rolls over in his head, ricochets off the inner lining of his skull. it's almost a foreign concept. ❝ those are few and far between, aren't they? ❞ he returns gruffly. it's a wry smile he manages to muster. it falls away just as quickly as it came. it's a rough galaxy they live in. people like them see the darker sides of it than most. there's a small moment of hesitation before he asks ❝ what are your 'little joys'? ❞

[spokewar]

❛ i just stepped in ghost piss, i wanna go home. ❜

──✶assortment of sentence starters.

"For the last time, it's called ectoplasm. And it's not a result of ghosts, it's a result of . . . the other." The other. His Master would have had the proper words for it, but Qui-Gon had always had more faith in the cosmic Force than he, or at least, enough confidence to bullshit that he did. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was quite comfortable with the undefined; that which shrugged off the Force in favor of living at the outskirts of reality.

Ghosts. Ghosts meant what was, was once a person. He wasn't sure a person, even dead, was capable of making a room as stifling as the one in which they paused to rest. For something to be haunted, it had to have once been loved and he felt comfortable assuming no one had loved this temple in a very, very long time.

"It's mystery goo." He nodded to himself as if mystery goo was any better than ghost piss. "And fair assessment. I would rather be on my ship. Or anywhere else. Than here. And I hardly feel like we're welcomed here either; the booby traps were expected. This is just foul."

[spokewar]

« do you ever think about death and stuff? »

──✶absolute shit starters

"Every day, I think." He hadn't realized his answer would be so morbid before it passed his lips. It was difficult not to think about death when it was such a prominent part of his life, whether it be on the battlefield or on his own ship. It was something Obi-Wan knew annoyed his medics, but sometimes─after the 212th's more harrowing battles and he had the energy to spare─he would make his way into the med bay and help with triage. He didn't have formal medical training, but one of his closest friend's was a Force healer and had taught him enough tricks to stifle a bleeding artery or knit back together a punctured lung. Time sensitive injuries that otherwise might have claimed more lives.

"But I try to think about the future more. All the days there will be after the fighting is over and all the healing." It was easy to lament over his fallen men and just as easy to think of them all being civilians, free to choose their own paths. "We are fighting to live, after all, best not to think about the alternative."

[klarsynt]

@raehs sent: ❝ i’m okay— it just tires me out sometimes. ❞

concern weaves its way into his gaze, a crease between his brows as he watches her carefully. he doesn't fully understand how it works, the gifts she has, the power always simmering beneath the surface. he knows how it feels from his end. it's a quiet hum all around him, her energy impossible to ignore. it reminds him of how his own kind feel when he's near them. but somehow...different. but if it's similar enough, then he knows the exhaustion which comes with overworked senses and overused abilities. ❝ does it hurt? ❞ he asks. he lifts a hand to place on her shoulder but pauses midway, second-guessing himself. instead, he rubs the back of his own head. ❝ you want....some tea? ❞