#risenshe

[boykillled]

@risenshe​​       >    shut    your    mouth.

            shut   your   mouth?   it   was   such   a   direct   comment,   that   caused   his   thick   lips   to   twitch   into   a   grin,   wildly   amused.   “shut   it   for   me.”   

[acharnemcnt-a]

                                   𝐀    𝐍    𝐒    𝐖    𝐄    𝐑    𝐄    𝐃

@risenshe​ :   ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards .

    A  violent  morass  of  color  sets  his  vision  ablaze.  Joints  creak  as  his  body  collides  with  the  hard  ground,  a  spark  of  pain  shooting  through  bruised  limbs  to  reek  havoc  on  his  aching  back.  Sharp  eyes  narrow,  muted  jade  burning  a  venomous  green  as  purse  lips  curl  to  bare  bloodied  teeth.    ❛  You  are  never  going  to  get  what  you  want,  ❜    he  hisses  lowly  —A  caged  animal  spitting  and  growling  at  their  captor.  Driven  with  instinctual  rage,  fueled  by  adrenaline  alone.  His  father's  smothering  hands  had  taught  him  to  withstand  pain  long  before  his  military  training.    ❛  Even  if  you  detain  me.  ❜    The  caustic  edge  fades  from  his  tone  as  he  regards  her  cooly  —The  gears  in  his  mind  shifting.    ❛  I  have  what  you  desire.  But  my  willingness  to  cooperate  is  circumstantial.  ❜

[resistancesheir]

@risenshe sent:  listen to your instincts and ignore everything else; ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.

he looks at rey, the corner of his mouth up in a smirk, and his eyes dark. poe has never been a man to look dangerous at least not in ways that so many people might find obvious. but he does now. he wears smile and exuberance so easily that it’s sometimes easy for other people to forget the number of kills he has, the number of battles won. poe does no ever forget the damage he is capable of. and that knowledge beams out of his shining, dark eyes.

“are you sure you want that? because my instincts are telling me to gun it in a way you might not enjoy.”

hands flying across the controls on the ship, poe does the math in his head, if he doesn’t have bb-8 he would rather just do it himself. he had done this as a boy, the first time nearly an accident, but he had memorized the motions, the timing changed with every attempt, his hands had to fly as fast as the ship itself in order to keep them in one piece. and anyone chasing them, including the one on their tail now, would either be lost in the stars or would be torn apart in an attempt to replicate him. he’d seen it happen once before. never forgot the knowledge that it was because of him. 

but still he did it. 

“strap in.”

[hopefulsun]

#starter   call

“Good, you managed to run the course faster than last time.” Nodding approvingly at Rey’s time, Luke smiled from beneath his hood, the fabric doing its best to block out the rain that fell in sheets around them. “The last time you ran it in the rain, at least.” But things were more difficult in those conditions, Luke wasn’t ignorant of that.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” Raising his voice to be heard over the rain, Luke turned to go back inside his hut and moved immediately to see about making tea. “You know the rules, grab a towel and don’t drip on my floor.” Not that it truly mattered, but multiple people yelled at Luke about dripping everywhere after he got off Tatooine, and it felt almost like a rite of passage to yell at @risenshe​ for the same thing. “Tell me, did anything feel different this time?”

[resistancesheir]

@risenshe​ sent:  “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” ​

the noise that comes out of his mouth is shockingly close to a growl, not a noise he usually makes and certainly not one he makes in front of other people. but he’s so angry that it comes out of his throat anyway. if he thinks too hard, he’ll work himself up to a point where he can’t even speak, but if he just lets go for a moment? what then. maybe he can get it out and have someone else tell him if he’s making all of this up.

he hopes he is, but he knows he isn’t. “where you there? at the meeting.” his voice is low, dangerous, every inch the sword of the resistance. and right now he’s deciding if that sword is needed against one of their own.

“i didn’t need to be the general, i’m fine with that but what is her plan? what does she want us to do? just get picked off like rats?”

[paacifist]

 ❛ that's alright, i believe you. ❜ 

# @risenshe .

[boykillled]

@risenshe​         >       i’ll  say  the  words  and  you’ll  listen .

    “ will i? ”  voice is laced with venom as she grows as someone who would demand something from him.