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there had been rumors about the knights of ren, yet none could ever be confirmed as true for they appeared and vanished like ghouls. it had come to the generals attention that another mission was at hand, and although he preferred to move alone - had it been ordered that a knight of ren would accompany him. indeed adan had never been fond of them, their methods were cruel and unpredictable unlike adan. his mind worked like an oiled machine - knowing each and every strategy like the back of his hand. however this mission required something adan could never possess the force. it was said that beneath the tombs of an old sith lord artifacts had been stored, one that could show the supreme leader the ways of the force. whether or not the general had interest in such a useless chase was out of the question - he was simply there to follow orders. 

the bridge felt immediately colder when a masked figure arrived, the deathly calmness around him sent a shiver down the generals spine. but he did not flinch, simply acknowledged the presence with a stern nod. never had he seen a knight of ren in person, for they seemed to follow their masters every move. his unbecoming emotions and thoughts about the knights master were surely sensible. 

‘‘ i am assuming you are the knight i have been waiting for. note that my crew is ready to serve you and your master, however i am the one leading this ship and i would appreciate it if you would consider what that means. ‘‘

[nightwhip]

10. shittily doodle your muse with pen and paper .

handwriting meme - @umbaren

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nova & vyxsis ( @umbaren )

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umbaren replied to your post: its almost 2020 and yall are still crying about...

damn, this tea is scalding.

its supposed to burn the tongues of hypocrites

[sheresists]

`   ◦   ✦   ｡ @umbaren,   liked.

     ❛ —— STAY BACK. ❜      and yet,  in her gaze,  an undeniable spark of curiosity flickers alive.      ❛  i mean it.  ❜

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 → 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 @umbaren​ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 : ❛ stay out of my way. ❜

SHARP  GAZE  FIXING  THE  TALLER ,  HAND  RESTING  ON  WELL  HIDDEN  BLASTER .  a  beautiful  dress  nothing  but  a  masquerade ,  diplomatic  mission  to  be  succeeded  under  all  circumstances .  woman  would  not  back  down  at  the  SLIGHTEST  HINT  OF  TROUBLE ,  even  if  she  felt  an  uneasy  shiver  running  down  her  spine .  this  one  was  different .  this  one  wasn ‘ t  but  a  guest  on  a  nice  banquet  hosted  by  the  galaxies  aristocrats  and  politicians .  WHAT  DID  HE  WANT  HERE  ?  ?  lips  pressed  together ,  glass  of  champagne  in  slender  hands  as  every  movement  was  observed ,  studied  with  caution .  mistakes  won ‘ t  be  forgiven .  one  step  into  the  wrong  direction  could  cost  her  way  more  than  her  good  reputation .  ❛   or  what  ?  ?  ❜  ,  she  says  (  tongue  as  sharp  as  mind  ) .  this  mission  itself  was  A  RISK  from  its  very  beginning ,  soldier  ready  to  fight  for  what  she  believed  in .   ❛   don ‘ t  you  know  how  to  speak  to  a  woman  properly  ?  ?  ❜  

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@umbaren said:❪ i don’t like to talk about it. ❫ / signing prompts

THERE HAS BEEN A SADNESS SURROUNDING HIM since his return from his home planet.  great pain, grief ; she can almost see it clinging to his back with every step he takes.  she shouldn’t have let him go --- though on some level she knows he would have never listened, she should have tried harder.  watching him disappear into the shadows of umbar she’d had a bad feeling.  her suspicions had been confirmed when he carried his heavy heart all the way back to them.  while she won’t deny that her curiosity pecks at her and she wants to know what it was that has hurt him, she also wants to help.  for as long as she can remember she has wanted to nurse others’ wounds ; ben says they need to let go of their former selves, bury them and their old lives in the past.  and LET THE PAST DIE --- but she can’t stop caring, regardless of how hard she tries.  you don’t have to talk about it.  her hands move slowly, and her eyes don't waver from his face.   but if you ever want to, you can talk to me.

[nightwhip]

BEFORE SHE EVEN KNEW THERE WAS AN ARRIVAL SHE COULD FEEL HIM NEAR.  somehow, she knew he was returning, he was close to her again.  sensations through the force are not always concrete, and she had no solid reason to believe her feelings to be true - until she heard the whispers in the corridors of a resistance ship trying to get through the first order’s shields.  no rebel would be foolish enough to come to the heart of all they seek to destroy ; death would be imminent upon docking.  it is vyxsis, she thought to herself, it’s him.  making her way to the hangar to confirm the flurry of emotions, she is pleased to find the sensation she felt had been correct.

voices drift to her ears all around her, eyes hesitantly switching between her and the other knight exiting their enemy’s ship.  many are shocked to see he managed to escape the resistance’s grip, some can’t help but insult him for getting caught in the first place.  it is hard to ignore ; the hardest of all are the ones exaggerating disappointment in still having to deal with the arrogance (just when we thought we were one down, five to go ) but she pushes it all from her mind.  these weak minded, spineless followers mean nothing.  they don’t matter.  another time she can put them in place, teach them a thing or two about respect.  the second her eyes lock on vyxsis from across the hangar, her heart swells, and everything else ceases to exist.  no gossiping, no snide comments, no wandering eyes watching the scene unfold.  JUST HIM.

“vyxsis?!”

his name works around the knot in her throat, and elation radiates from her.  HE IS SAFE AND HE IS BACK.  of course those rebels couldn’t put him down — she didn’t think for a second that they could, and yet, knowing for certain that he is fine is infinitely better than having to just convince herself of such.  a cry, a happy laugh leaves her lips and she is moving forward.  running is not a decision she consciously makes ; one second she is just seeing him, the next her boots are pounding against the shiny black surface beneath her feet and propelling her toward him.  buzzing machines blur by, stormtroopers and pilots and mechanics that turn their heads toward her as she all but flies across the hangar.

“vyxsis!”

a voice so small, choking beneath the emotion, it doesn’t sound like her own.  such behavior is unusual for the first order.  everyone is to remain professional, cold, distant and uncaring for their colleagues.  the knights are different.  THE KNIGHTS ARE FAMILY.  and nobody is going to tell her she can’t be happy to see someone she loves return to her after escaping the clutches of danger.  another laugh sounds seconds before she’s finally reaching him, leaping into the air, crashing into him like a wave and throwing her arms around him.  she can feel him almost stumble back, and her hold only tightens.  cheeks aching from the smile, she buries her face in him and squeezes him, like letting go means he just may disappear.  feeling him return the embrace she sighs happily, with a world’s worth of relief, and closes her eyes.

“I’M HOME,” he says, and she nods, unintentionally nuzzling against him.  yes, HE IS HOME.  once again, all is right and she can feel at peace.