#sw!johanne

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@ofthestcrs​​ asked “  sometimes,  i don’t feel like i’m real.  not unless i’m hurting in some way.  it’s not like i want to be in pain,  but i’m just so used to it.  i dunno what to do without it anymore.  ” from Heart to Johanne 

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The smuggler looked up from her repairs, glasses pushed up to her forehead as she observed the other. It was late into the night but that didn’t stop the dancer from seeking out Johanne. She wasn’t due for another job until next week and her ship needed minor adjustments if she was being honest. Still, it was a comfort for her to keep her hands busy and sleep never came easy either. 

“—I understand the feeling.” She sympathized with that sentiment with a solemn look, sitting up on her spot and setting aside her work. “It grounds you in a way, no? For some it is tied so closely together with feeling like you ARE real.” With a deep sigh that indicated experience in that regard, her gaze strayed into the stars for a moment before settling on them once again. “... Do you want to sit with me a moment?”

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@ofthestcrs​ // cont. 

Her aim was not to be callous, but it felt as if she had stepped on a space that she wasn’t meant to be in. Unlike the General, her attention remained on his expression, watching the emotions ebb and flow in his weary gaze. She of all people should know what he had gone through; after her father was declared killed in action, she kept her grief close to heart up until she had to kill him herself near the end of the war. 

Events such as the one they’re attending were ones that Johanne avoided. After she had left the Senate Guard years ago, she thought she would have completely left such things; but as war heroes they were needed to keep up morale for the Republic. The one up-side to such galas were the outfits. 

“... I’m sorry.” She sighed quietly, taking a step closer to the other, as if to shield him away from on-lookers. “Time may heal such wounds, but the period in which it happens— There is no telling when it will hurt less.” The smuggler hesitated for a moment, but took a chance to gently pat the side of Poe’s arm in comfort. “I understand.”

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@ncctifer // cont.

“Yes, you.” Johanne smiled as she lightly nudged the younger one’s arm with her fist. It had been a while since she had been on base, being out for a job that took a couple of months. Luckily it worked with the Resistance’s best interest as she got to smuggle in better weapons for them from generous donors and sellers. 

“Of course, Bloo. It’s not just your hair though, you’re generally very pretty.”

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@firstorderelite // continued 

Before she caught herself the word ‘Oh?’ slipped out; she wanted to take back that reaction but it was already too late. Johanne watched the man as he stammered through his words, and appreciated that he didn’t run away. His panic worried her though, her hand shooting out to rest on his shoulder as to steady him.

“...Hey.” The smuggler tilted her head in an attempt to catch the other’s gaze. “Thank ya... very much for these. I’d like ta keep them.” 

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💐 -Tora @ either

Send “💐” for my muses reaction to yours giving them flowers // accepting 

The smuggler stared at the bouquet that was handed to her, stormy blues filled with curiosity and confusion as gloved hands slowly wrapped around the simple ribbon that held the stems together.

“Aah, these… look very beautiful.” Johanne blinked for a second and took another look at it before she tipped her head up to face the other. “Did… ya want me ta just hold onto them for now?”

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@ncctifer // continued 

“Did ya now?” She took a sip of her drink as she eyed Bloo with a raised brow. Johanne was confident that the younger pilot was able to take care of herself, but that didn’t stop her from worrying or offering to help out. 

The smuggler set down the bottle and let out a sigh, eyes closed while she ran a hand through her hair. “Ya did report what he did, aye? His behavior is the kind we don’t tolerate in the Resistance.” They’re all on the same side after all. Why fight amongst each other when the real enemy was in front of them?

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"You're so pretty, Jo."

“Pfft, am I really?” The smuggler couldn’t help the chuckle that tumbled past her lips as she hauled a crate of supplies to the rest of the others she brought down. She huffed at the stray hairs that were in her line of sight before she set down the load, wiping her forehead with the back of her glove. 

“If you’re into sweaty smugglers that absolutely dread the heat then I suppose I could see why you’d say that.”

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@bloothepilot liked for a starter!! 

It wasn’t very that Johanne got angry. At least, not enough to where she had to get far away from base to make sure no one would be on the receiving end of her frustrations. A job like hers wasn’t exactly the easiest, both her smuggling and rescue squad work took a toll on her mind and body on a daily basis. 

Today was one of those rare times where she used her Force ability without second thought, tossing boulders around to get the anger physically out of her system. Her thoughts were too attuned on slamming enormous rocks together that she didn’t pick up the sound of footsteps behind her, blue-grey eyes ablaze and focused on what she was doing.