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[equiparity-blog]

“I can’t do this thing without you, I’m lost in this without you.” twin ;;

 the admission is soft to her ears.  kindles a familiar breed of melancholia, reawakens that wretched emotion to the degree in which it suddenly lodges deep in her throat, a bristly spherule forbidding any surfacing of a response on her end — albeit temporarily, but still a perceptible catch to their current exchange. it traipses unsteady terrain, shadow and uncertainty present amid every alcove of consideration, an initial look of disbelief feverish against the skin, unsullied by the glaring contrast she bears victim to when under the sweltering spotlight of nameless eyes and whispers of those that know nothing of her, and she them.

 but she manages a smile, faint as it is just as genuine, if not to a fault. heaves at the lips in war, tugs the stretch of flesh that ultimately flounders at the weight of their shared reality. the obstruction in her throat cools, and finally is she able to swallow her blooming dejection.     “  That’s where you’re wrong. You’ve gotten this far without me, and now you’re a hero. These are your friends, not mine. They don’t look at me the way they look at you — for good reason.                       What I’m trying to say is I don’t belong here. But you do, Rey. This is your cause, something that you believe in. I — this isn’t my cause. I tried but I — I can’t. I need to go           ”

 she hesitates. the atmosphere wavers between them, lush in tinctures of green and blue, suspense stilling all motion for but a silent few seconds. to Niima, however, it feels akin to hapless eternity.

    “  I need to go, and I won’t let you stop me.  ”

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[pilothearted]

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“Hey, how’re you holding up?” Poe’s voice is earnest, though he tries his very best not to sound too much like he’s hovering. “BB-8 and I are happy to keep you company if you need some.”

[midstofarmis]

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[impcssibleodds]

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             “i’ve been awake for HOURS, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

[midstofvaria-gone]

CONTINUED   !     @rawfrce ♡

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 / 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐲.  moment  shared  a  welcomed  reprieve  from  battle,  placid  interlude  during  which  they  can  both  rest  —  gather  back  forces.  almost  intimate  moment  between  members  of  the  team.  quietly  sitting  besides  him,  the  sounds  of  nico  working  on  another  weapon  of  hers  now  akin  to  a  gentle,  familiar  lull.  there  is  something  peaceful  to  the  moment  —  admixture  of  comfortable  silence  and  gentle  light  filtering  through  the  van’s  narrow  windows,  pleasant  proximity  as  they  share  a  bench.  she  leans  back  into  her  seat,  head  turning  to  look  at  him,  softer  edge  to  her  eyes;  visible  signs  of  fatigue  etched  ‘pon  his  features.  such  break  does  little  to  appease  her  increasing  worries  over  his  health,  knowing  full  well  he  is  fading.  however  warned  she  may  have  been,  it  never  seemed  like  a  viable  possibility,  until  harsh  truth  caught  up  to  her.  gazing  at  him,  alike  committing  him  to  memory,  she  smiles  softly  as  he  begins  to  read,  something  comforting  to  the  steady  drawl  of  his  voice.    “i  like  that  one.  i  like  it  when  you  read.”    whispering  revelations,  as  she  brings  her  knees  to  her  chest.     “think  you  could  read  more  to  me?”

he sits victim at the escarpment of decline,    what little remnants of capability the only surviving adhesive that maintains his waning likeness.    each passing moment merely solidifies such,    for even within the ticker of their base   —   their van of operations he's admittedly come to associate solace with   —   there's still the fact of his descent,    this pitiless truth that's come to manifest in much more than just peels of a pale complexion evanescing into dust.    TIME IS RUNNING OUT.    time is running out,    and V feels as though the pathway to resolution grows farther and farther,    to a degree that perhaps is now out of reach.

                             her response is quiet,    a whisper mingling between air and the clamoring of metal present at the tail end of their surroundings,    kindling a pensive glimpse to form temporary home at the focal of her eyes   —   as a way,    too,    to commit her to memory.      ❝  It's one of my favorites,  ❞      the admission surfaces easy,    although the surprising weight in her resulting request does not quite settle in so swiftly;      but he eventually manages,    gathering a portion of strength to readjust his grip upon his prized book,    a smile pronounced at the outmost peak of his lips.    preordained as it is virtually lucent,    he returns his stare to the familiar contents before him,      ❝  'The roaring of lions,    the howling of wolves,    the raging of the stormy sea,    and the destructive sword,    are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man'.  ❞      a break,    complementing the abrupt stoppage of once persistent scraping.

      ❝      —   I must admit,    it's not often that I find someone that happens to enjoy my reading.    That being said,    I am   ...   grateful you like it.  ❞      

[midstofvaria-gone]

STARTER   !     @rawfrce ♡

he suspects her return,    long before her tangible presence inevitably finds dwelling at the heart of his stare,    but he maintains his distance for the time being;      as swift as she surfaces,    a host of the Resistance’s remaining advocates swarm her   —   THEIR ESTEEMED SAVIOR  —   both relief and concern their cardinal reactions.    most of all,    however,    it’s seen as a time of respite,    a lull in the travails that have since come to fruition    ( pilfering the lives of the undeserving,    the blameless and the righteous ),    brief as it may be.

                     and yet,    among this humble gathering reveals nil a trace of LUKE SKYWALKER.    he’s had his suspicions,    when that stifling,    cold sensation of wick deprived of its final flicker burdened his senses,    but even then he still holds a whit of surprise at the reality.

    V sits at the rim of a worn bench,    fingers taut against his cane,    the rest occupied in clutching his cherished hardback,    now shut tight in favor of the present.    it does not take long before she discovers him,    contact established through a single,    wordless gaze,    and he shifts in his seat,    offering her the vacancy nearest him.

      ❝  I’m glad to see you made it in one piece,  ❞      the air is thick,    heavy in the throes of loss,    though he continues.      ❝  Luke,    did he give you the knowledge you sought?  ❞

[caergil-blog]

‘you know i have feelings for you.’ ( o h b o i )

deleted prompt.    @rawfrce

  avowal ,   truth which settles bare before him like quarry to the slaughter.     avowal ,   a thing worthy of marveling at ,   the bitter reality rooted in deep at their shared veracity.     how strange ,   the notion of feeling ;   it seems in ripping one's self into distinct halves ,   a striking piece of him remains utterly lucid to a certain someone.     a breath ,   heavy in a bottomless chasm of desolation.     his heart rattles in the chest.     “  foolishness.     you have feelings for a man who no longer exists.  ”

  perhaps it's cruel of him ,   ever the volant to cut down even the most minute of likelihoods   —   blossoming as they are inevitable.

  the crux of his silent ,   impenetrable stare set afire ,   lowers in apparent contemplation.

  “  open your eyes ,   rey.     when you realize it ,   you will want nothing to do with a beast like me.  ”

[killshope]

“ but only you can change yourself. ”

⁎*. ☆ MEME TAG ☇ accepting.

to change would be a endeavor he isn’t sure he can stomach . the long nights spent in self punishment , flaying himself alive with every decision and mistake he’s ever made , played over by a dark mentor have scarred him more deeply than any blade . (A CHILD WEENED ON POISON)

     ❝   surely , you know now , that a monster cannot change . only mask it’s nature . & i am tired of wearing masks .   ❞     

(HONEYED WORDS STING) a soft comfort he isn’t allowed , the sound of voice soothes him . instead of leaning into the sound he swats at it like annoying pest . there will be no sympathy for him & it is only right that he suffer alone .