#rebelshope

[galaxiesbest]

@rebelshope ; ! 

❛ i’m going to grow a beard.   just in case. ❜   he’s never had a beard. not sure if he’d look good with it. 

[deadlymarch]

3 for han solo because that scene Wrecks Me.

BREATH UPON BREATH / SUCH PROXIMITY. must not admit your nerves, captain solo !! need not gift your audience the knowledge of your beating heart – a chaotic ditty of thumps. do not grant passage to your soul.but, OH, how he yearned to bestow a kiss ‘pon cherry hued maw. to grasp about her petite waist, calloused digits gingerly resting atop precious hips. to lazily trace geometric ships onto soft flesh. to whisper luscious accolades within her ear. to extol her BRAVERY. to PRAISE. to LOVE. 

FOOLISH !! ludicrous, he was, to wish for such luxury !! for lips upon lips. touch upon touch. heart upon heart. no matter the esteem he paraded, han solo presumed himself UNWORTHY to merely gaze within the princess’s direction. leia organa was the embodiment of true and honest BEAUTY, whereas he stood as a simple smuggler.  an ant to her glorious boot. 

though the heart BETRAYED the mind’s logic. DAMN YOU !! 

alabaster incisors nibbled atop crackled lips as he stared forth upon gorgeous features. the scoundrel thickly swallowed. eyes roamed her appearance, scrutiny reflecting amidst his irises. what is to be your main goal ?? had he an examination of leia’s expression ?? had he been searching for any indicators of whether or not she reciprocated such urges ??

but discoveries were at a SHORTAGE; he only detected more justification for his brewing affection. the curvature of plump lips. the rosy tint of flushed cheeks. the intricate detail of braided locks. the subtle freckles that dotted her complexion. the rich hue of darkened irises. everything. 

❛ just admit it, sweetheart, ❜ han huskily mumbled as his forehead brushed against her. ❛ you like me because i’m a scoundrel. there aren’t enough scoundrels in your life. ❜ dirtied fingers toyed with her palm as he bowed forth, chapped lips hovering over top hers. breath upon breath. skin upon skin. heart upon heart. 

oh, how wonderful he felt !! 

han’s mouth lightly pressed against leia’s, lips dancing its rhythmic waltz; step by step, as though the routine had been performed a million times prior. but no kiss resonated in his very heart as much as this. no touch. no grasp. NOTHING. 

❛ sir, sir !! ❜ threepio shouted, continuing his rambling.

eyelids abruptly shot open, head whipping to look upon the robotic nuisance. ❛ thank you, ❜ words dripped with heavy sarcasm. ❛ thank you VERY much. ❜                  

AFFECTION. ( selectively accepting ) rebelshope.

[brotherskilled]

“ i know you wanted it to be different. ”

poetry starters | accepting.

“is that so hard to believe?” after finally being home from the jedi academy, there was an ounce of HOPE that their lives would be different, that things would have changed.  — that was the funny part: things had changed. the solo kids were getting older, weren’t making as much t r o u b l e, becoming wise and unbelievably smarter with their talents, but the one that hadn’t changed throughout this entire process was her mother. the person who still dedicated her entire being to the senate and galactic government, the person who still put everyone else above her.  —  that hope for change in their relationship was fading and it nearly b r o k e the young girl's heart. “can you ever put us first? — JUST ONCE?”

[brotherskilled]

“everyday i miss them.” there was no ounce of desire to s u r v i v e — to continue to fight for a galaxy that no longer had the two people worth f i g h t i n g for. the dark forces and evil empires would always exist, there will always be galactic wars. what was the point of fighting if the only thing that came out of it was pain, sacrifice, and simply survival? a life jaina had no will to be a part of anymore. “a part of me will always be missing — it’s like i’m nothing without them.” ( @rebelshope / sc. )