Started Triple Zero after finishing Hard Contact, and I melt at this scene

seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy

seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from China

seen from Germany
seen from South Korea
seen from China

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
Started Triple Zero after finishing Hard Contact, and I melt at this scene
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Kal Skirata in Josh Adams' audiobook:
bed chem.
(part two: juno. // part three: please, please, please.)
Qibbu’s Hut, entertainment sector—strike team operational house—early evening, 371 days after Geonosis
So … how long does it take two squads to finish their meals in the bar?
Long enough, I think.
–
After a hot shower, Etain and Darman fall back into bed, both sated and exhausted. Darman brushes Etain’s wet hair out of her face and pulls her into his chest. As long as they were alone, he would steal as much of her as he could.
Etain takes a deep breath, memorizing the way Darman feels—the firmness of his body against hers, the strength with which he holds her, and the peaceful way his mind comes to rest. He is a glowing light, bright and warm like a campfire at full burn.
The future is as inevitable as the turning of the galaxy, but for now, Etain basks in Darman. She looks up from where she’d curled her face into his chest to find him staring at her intently.
“What?” she grins.
“I’m counting your freckles.”
“Counting my freckles? Why?”
“Someone’s got to,” he insists.
Etain giggles, running her fingers over his shoulder. “How many are there?”
“At least ten.”
They both break into a fit of laughter. Etain rolls onto Darman, lying on him like a big pillow, and stares down into his face. They’d already made love twice and three times would be too much, not to mention surely the others would be back soon.
She kisses him anyway with nothing more than a brush of her lips. “Now how many?”
“I’m up to twenty-nine.” Darman grazes her skin with his fingertips, making idle shapes along her back, and if Etain doesn’t concentrate on his mind, then she can let the randomness of his touches cause a shiver.
They keep pausing to stare at each other, and Etain continues to marvel at how different he is from his brothers. It’s in his eyes, and the way he smiles, nothing at all like Niner or Fi or Atin or any of Delta.
Darman’s head rests back onto the pillows. Etain is staring at him, and he isn’t used to someone who isn’t one of his brothers paying such close attention to him. “You don’t have to read my mind, you know. You could just ask.”
“I wasn’t—oh, Darman.” Etain sits up.
And Darman flinches, realizing he’s said something wrong based on the way she frowns. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.” Etain smiles, a little sad to think her Jedi-ness would always be strange to Darman. “I was only admiring your eyes.”
“My eyes?” Darman’s brow knits. He thinks she’s the one with eyes worth admiring, green with flecks of amber.
“Mhm.” Etain brushes her hand over his forehead. “And your nose.” She follows the bridge of his nose. “And your lips.” Her index finger lands on his lips, one of the softest parts of him.
Darman flushes. There is a joke in there about saying he’s one of a kind. He forgets to say it as Etain traces the line of his mouth.
Her hand goes lower, down his throat, over his collarbone. When Darman locks eyes with her darkened gaze, he doesn’t have to read her mind to know what she’s thinking.
Everyone: Ordo is so cool and dangerous and unpredictable. HELP. He has a gun. Etain, a force user: Ordo is just stress and PTSD in a trench coat with daddy issues. So sad. Ordo: "You know what, Etain? At least I have a dad. Fuck you."
Laseema as a waitress/cook : Traditional art: quick drawing with pentel brush
Noct: I drew Laseema a couple times as a sketch but I'm still not 100% sure what are her trait.
I know tho that I see her as someone simple, ''girl next door'' type of beauty. The kind of girl who serve you cheap coffee each morning at your local donuts place. Her faint smile of customer service still bright your day are you are both working mininal wage salary.
She was a former slave. Then she became a free person. Then a full on mando badass. I love her a lot. 😌
------------------------------------
Tagging the vod'ike (Let me know if you want to be tagged and on what type of content!)
@tahny-andthe-diamonds @lonewolflupe @craziest-in-the-guild @feralferrule
Made it through chapter 5, met Vau.
Not sure what I think about him except that I dislike him for Atin’s sake which has very little to do with a three dimensional character and more with the fact that I just really like Atin .
But that is not what I actually found most interesting in this chapter. At the end of the chapter the reinforcement of Etain’s outsider feeling and wish for connection she sees in the clones but doesn’t have herself stuck with me. It was mentioned before but in this chapter there is this direct mentioning of the divergences and the fact that so much just happiness isn’t really comparable with the Jedi code…
Is it just Something Wrong With Me that I read the “nice uniforms” comment from Fi as kinda horny for firefighters or was this some kind of uniform envy???
Further, I think when most people think “hot firefighter” they think of guys (or just image search hot firefighter; it’s mostly men).
My theory/headcanon is if this is meant to be a suggestive joke about firefighters in uniform, it would be assumed to be about brave hot dudes with their jackets unzipped and washboard abs on display. but Fi actually just heard this joke in a holo-sitcom and is repeating it with no knowledge of that detail. Like when someone repeats a joke they heard on Seinfeld that doesn’t make sense outside of New York City lmao
My favourite part of Triple Zero so far. RPC? MRU? In the fuckin DWANG?