#v:young

[firstcrderlieutenant]

@the-general-hux "But a bridge is a road that goes over a river," he said with a little frown on his lips. There weren't any rivers in space, it made no sense to the four and a half year old. "...I-I don't know, I was staying with Ojiisan, grandpa..but now I'm here?" he said shakily, becoming more and more afraid. He didn't want his grandpa to worry.

[bitterestest-ninja]

@kazealous answered your ask: [@bitterestest-ninja] ❝You just threw up 3 times,...

風: Had it ever mattered? Father would not accept an excuse such as this one. Perhaps if Kaze had a dagger in his side, would he be exempt from his trailing, but as long as that was not the case… Kaze must continue.

“I will… complete the task,” he muttered, pushing himself back upright. Accepting pity was not in a Saizo’s blood, not even if that Saizo was the second-born. If his brother could complete his kata thirty times in a row, then Kaze must be able to too– even if he did not receive the same training the successor did.

Tatsuo growled, pulling Kaze back into his arms. “The hell you will,” he snapped, checking his younger twin over to gauge his rising temperature. “Gods above, Kaze, you’re burning up as well! I’m taking you to mother this instant. If he wants to double my training as punishment for defying his will, I’ll happily tell him to go fuck himself.”

Maybe it would even make Tatsuo strong enough to kill the bastard and discontinue that cursed family name for good. Not hearing any more protest from his younger twin, he carefully lifted him up and began carrying him back inside to recover from his illness.

[aromatiic]

@ardent-lux

Eglantine was scared and worried. She didn’t know where she was, or how long it had been since she had been taken there. She and her caretaker were outside because it was her birthday and she always went shopping on her birthday, but then the men came and they knocked him out and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.

It was dark and she was laid on an uncomfortable bed, her wheelchair clearly not in the locked room they were keeping her in. There were no windows, and she was just happy they didn’t seem to think it necessary to tie her up. Not that it meant much...She was lucky if she made it more than a few feet without her wheelchair. And how was she supposed to take her medications? How long had it been since she had taken her last dose?

She had screamed since she first woke up, but then one of the men holding her captive threatened to knock her out again if she didn’t stop. Whatever they had used to knock her out before left her dizzy with a pounding headache...She didn’t want to go through that again. Her heart was racing and she felt suffocated by the fear. She was sure they were holding her for ransom. The disabled daughter of a rich couple...She was the perfect bait.

Her breathing was heavy and she didn’t know what to do. She should try to escape, but trying without some sort of aid would be pointless. Even if she managed to get out of the room, she wouldn’t get very far...

[glassesandcape]

(tag dump, pt 2)

[firstcrderlieutenant]

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@the-general-hux

Phel wasn’t sure what happened, how he ended up on this ship, the last thing he remembered was helping his grandfather with the garden. Afraid and confused he went up to the tall man with red hair, gently grabbing his pant leg, “e-excuse me? Can you tell me where I am?” he asked in a gently shy voice.

[masterkylcren]

"You're shivering...Here, take my jacket."

Friends or more? Sentence Starters

Ben looked over at Poe and reluctantly took his jacket, “What about you Poe? Wont you get cold too?”

[paddedroomprofessor]

Analasys

They push my head against the metallic table, telling me to calm down as if I have control over my heart rate. I only control how my face looks at this point, I’ll learn to control my heart later in life.

Right now, I’m only eleven; Struggling against rubber straps, yelling for them to leave me alone.. As if they’d stop. I’m violent, I’ve hurt doctors and students and even my friends. Sometimes I meant to, sometimes I didn’t. Though it doesn’t matter now, I’m still bound to what I fear may be my deathbed. Fear. Funny, that. 

Electricity courses through me and my pain threshold immediately breaks. My insides churn and clench, my body convulsing without my knowledge or consent. I taste iron in the back of my throat, creeping upwards onto my tongue. Trying to breathe makes me cough it up, a stinging feeling in my throat due to the blood. I could feel my wavelength contort, trying to find a sense of what’s doing this to me. Trying to figure how to make it a little less awful.

But the machine is cold and unwilling, no soul to adapt to.

The doctors just stare through windows and masks, rubber clad and also unforgiving. Millions of thoughts burst through my mind at once. Why am I like this? Why am I violent? Why does it bring me such elation to hurt things? I enjoy seeing blood, but not my own. It frightens me to know that they finally caught me. After all these years they’re trying something new. They claim to want to understand what’s happening in my head. Maybe they just want to know how strong my wavelength is, or my mind. What are they searching for? I have such a low tolerance for pain but my soul is strong. It refuses to let me die, countering the electricity with my own. I’ve always had a knack for sparks. 

I can see, vaguely, the shapes of doctors flinching and ducking as the energy goes out of control. I scream, my nails digging through the skin on my palm. I can feel my wavelength crackle through the room. Glass shatters, my soul expanding towards them. My pain continues to amplify it. The doctor slams his hand on the button to shut the thing off. My body is still violently writhing on the cold surface. I can’t scream anymore, blood, is all that’s in my throat. Internal bleeding, stemming from my weak lungs. My wavelength keeps growing, taking out the lights in this room and the next. Three doctors have fallen over. I managed to just catch it and it makes me grin. Blood seeps through my teeth, I start to laugh. Tears stream down my face. Or have they been there since this started?

Everything happened in moments. Maybe I was here longer? I’m still here...

I can’t believe I lived.

One of the few standing doctors comes to me with a needle, a sight I’ve learned to both accept and cringe at. At this point I’m tired, but not too tired to fight. My body is stronger than they thought. I’m still alive, still capable of thought.. Just barely.. A thought will appear and I’m aware of it.. But it doesn’t hold. I have to chase it. I have to remember constantly what I was thinking. This reaction, however, is instinctive. My violent tendencies at core. I try to bite him, but my head is still strapped down. I forgot about those. The needle digs into my cringing neck, my body resists for a moment before blackness envelops me.

I have time to try and think, but I can’t quite grasp it. It’s almost there, like a dream where you can almost get to your goal but can’t. My frustration pushes me to the edge, I’m sure I’m crying in my sleep right now. But how am I thinking anything? How am I doing anything? I can do things but I’m not aware of anything. Maybe I have grasped a thought, but I just can’t feel that I have.

 Nothing is right. I see swirls of colors, condemning me to night terrors. My nightmares tear through faster than I’ve ever seen. I can’t even grasp their loose concepts. I’m just left with a feeling that something’s wrong. Rather that everything is wrong. I can feel my heart losing ground. I can just barely hear people talking. Nothing makes sense, I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe I do. Maybe it’s in here somewhere but everything is so blurred and contorted.

It finally hits me that I’ve been moved. My eyes open slightly to lots of doctors clambering over me. My hearing is all just this high-pitched noise. Everything else is strangely fuzzy, like they aren’t real. I’m able to move my hand, but not my arm. I suppose I’m still strapped to something. I’m not allowed free range around doctors. Why are there so many of them? One opens my eye wider and I try to pull away, but there’s still a surface there. It’s softer than the metal. I can’t even tell who this person is, but they’re shining a light in my eye. I can feel my left arm twitching. I hit a nerve in my hand with my nails before. Now it won’t stop. 

Where are my thoughts.

It’s spiraling now. I can’t breathe, I feel suffocation and nothing else. It’s a wonder I can feel at all. I’m not sure what they injected me with but it’s awfully numbing. No, Stop, Think.

How do I think.. Was that a thought? What’s going on.. I don’t understand what’s happening.. But then it hits me. The light in my eye. Was I dead? I suppose my body isn’t that strong after all.. My soul is intact I think. I feel alive, unfortunately. 

Maybe I’d prefer us to be dead.

Who was that?

I’m not new. I’ve been here a while. You never noticed my voice before among the others but whatever that was that they did to us made me stronger.

Us?

You’ve got lots in here. It’s not just you you know. I’m just more prominent now. We’re all you in different ways.

What do you mean- I can’t even hear, I can’t even think. I don’t--

Understand? You don’t understand?! Well tough luck.

What’s going on.. I recognize you both. I can almost see you, but I just hear you.. Never mind, go away, I need to think.

This is you thinking. This is us thinking back.

We died. They got us back so they can torture us some more in the name of science. Are they even learning anything?

Stop. Just stop. Nothing makes sense..

I feel breath stinging my lungs, coughing is all I know for a moment. The next thing I place is pain en mass. My body contracts, my eyes open wide. I’m not where I was. I’m in my room, there’s equipment everywhere. Doctors are muttering, I can just barely hear them. Something about me.

“We can’t do any more of these kinds of experiments for a while. We wore him down a lot with that one. He’s our only subject we have now. The only survivor.”

What does that even mean?

I’m being analyzed, not helped. They never wanted to fix me. They want to use me. They won’t even fix others, probably. I really don’t believe they would. Whatever it was they did to me did something awful. I can’t ignore some of the voices anymore. They keep talking to one another until it turns into shouting. Since I’m not strapped down, I curl up on my side. My knuckles press against my head and my knees come up to my forehead. I’m tired of being analyzed...

Finally I realize, I can think. That’s nice... I can grasp them again, sometimes. Sometimes they go fuzzy and I have to chase them down. Sometimes my left arm twitches. Oh hey.. There are bandages on my hand now.

I’m not in that awful jacket which is good, it means no doctors will be bothering me any time soon. I don’t mind. I want to be alone now...

I think I’ll always be alone..

[firstcrderlieutenant]

✦ + ♋ (reversed) -Hux

✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms

Dopheld was sweating, why he though fixing speeders in the middle of the hot season was a good idea he wasn’t sure. The academy had a month long vacation for the cadets to get visit their families but Taka spent his summer working. Unlike so many of his classmates his family was distinguished but not rich.

He just hoped Lieutenant Hux didn’t recognize him as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal pale arms with scattered birthmarks.