#saymottan

[beskaroya]

@saymottan​ said: " you can tell me to go, i just... i just really need... i don't even KNOW what i need... "

CRACKS IN THE ARMOUR

UNFEELING & cold metal gaze settles upon omera as she enters the barn. behind the cover of BESKAR, however, his eyes are warm and filled with CONCERN. he doesn’t move from his seat on the edge of the cot - the kid rests in his makeshift cradle a few feet away, cooing at the sight of a familiar face. after a drawn out moment of silence, din subtly shakes his head. “ please, SIT. ” it is HER BARN, after all. attention is dragged from her silhouette in the doorway to focus instead on his blaster that sits in a state of disassembly in his lap. there’s COMFORT in routine, even on this UNFAMILIAR PLANET. 

“ is WINTA all right? ” he asks without raising his helmet. outside, he hears the other villagers whooping and laughing - celebrating their VICTORY, no doubt - and he hopes that the girl is among them. it’s easier to stomach than the potential alternative, that she’s hiding somewhere after witnessing so much VIOLENCE. “ you should be celebrating with them. ” din nods towards the open window; the hulking remains of the at-st make for an IMPOSING SILHOUETTE on the horizon, just beyond the bonfire that the other villagers gather around. he’ll have to help haul it away before he goes. din pauses his cleaning to look up at omera again, hands resting atop armoured thighs. to anyone who doesn’t KNOW BETTER, they might think there’s no one under that armour after all, with how STILL he sits. “ are YOU all right? ” 

[beskaroya]

@saymottan​ said: [ cover ]

ONE WORD PROMPTS

SHE looks PEACEFUL enough that he almost doesn’t want to move for fear of disturbing her. he stands still for a moment longer, the dying light of the fire playing along the surface of his helmet, watching the way the flames cast shifting shadows across her features. grogu huddles next to her side, winta on the other, and din feels something shift so deep in his chest it almost startles him out of his stillness. he WANTS this. he is ALLOWED to have this. and yet, he’s not sure he DESERVES it. 

hands raise to his neck to unbutton his cape and drape it over the three of them for want of a blanket, sure to CAREFULLY tuck the fabric around grogu’s small face rather than smother him entirely beneath it. his motions are careful, methodical even, in the way that he moves slowly to avoid waking any of the sleeping parties. despite the ACHE in his chest that BEGS him to sit beside them, he moves across the fire and settles opposite them, armour pressed against the unyielding surface of a tree trunk. he’s still enough to give an illusion of sleep, but din watches the three of them until the embers of the fire die out, leaving the them cloaked in SHADOWS. 

[beskaroya]

“ OMERA. ” din stands in the doorway of the familiar barn with grogu clutched tight to his chest. he hasn’t wanted to set the kid down since they’d gotten him back from moff gideon. tython had been a bust. no jedi had come, they’d fought their way out, and somehow din had come out of it with not just the child, but a BROKEN CREED and a new appointment as the RULER OF MANDALORE. instead of following through with whatever the throne entails, he finds himself in the same BACKWATER SKUG HOLE he’d left before, swallowing past the apprehension rising in his chest. 

“ i’m sorry to disturb the peace of your village, ” he starts, but the rest of the sentence dies off in his throat. where is he going with this? din stands stone-still in the door - he’s once again shielded from the world by the heavy weight of BESKAR, but it feels even heavier than usual. there’s something to be said for the way his broken creed makes his armour feel ill-fitting, like it’s driving home BROKEN GLASS between his ribs. “ too much has happened. i’d - i’d like to stay here for a while. i’ll help with the harvest. whatever your village needs. ”     @saymottan