#xresistancefighter

[masterkylcren]

"When was the last time you actually slept?" Hayla said as she leaned against the door frame. She had been quietly watching him as he worked in his workshop and noticed he had been nodding off and on.

Ben looked over at her and then back to the project her was working on. “I’m not really sure any more..”

[vaderiisms-archived]

Sandstorm by Darude

Send me songs you think my muse would listen to.

[gingeralehux]

@xresistancefighter — Liked for a ||RANDOM AU STARTER||

He’d never told anyone about his Force-sensitivity. Who would have believed him, even if he had told someone? He couldn’t control it, not really. It was like the waters on Arkanis ebbing and flowing just out of reach on those rare, clear days.  And then it would hit like a torrential downpour.  He hadn’t realised he had used his powers until he realised she wasn’t moving from her spot, frozen, as if a statue. His hand immediately dropped down to his side as he simultaneously cut off his access to the Force. 

[starsandthedyad]

“If you even THINK about touching them, I’ll kill you.”

“How noble of you to put others before yourself. However, your concern is wasted. If I were you, I’d be more concerned about myself right now.”

[rendiing-archived]

SPY? STRANGER. ( @xresistancefighter. )

    She’s afraid; no, maybe not afraid, not yet. He’s not given her much reason to be frightened. But anxious? Yes -- certainly nervous, as anyone in her position would be. A certain amount of that is to be expected; it’s no flashing, neon sign declaring her guilt. Her words are evenly paced -- no glaringly obvious sign of a lie there, either. He doesn’t like reaching into minds. He truly doesn’t. The thought is unsavory, even now, but he will do what he must. None of their traditional tools are here --- otherwise, he would simply pry and cut the truth out of her.

    He stops in front of her, mask tipped to make it quite clear that his attention is fixed on her; behind the impassive facial covering, his eyes roam, looking for anything overlooked, anything that might link her to the Resistance. His lips press into a tight line, and he resumes his pacing, voice dry once more; he’d almost seem amused, if not for the underlying current of irritation that he’s trying to press down. Killing her immediately gains him nothing, and makes the time he is spending now a waste. He simply needs to remain calm, patient, and he will have his answers. 

    “Do you often approach shuttles that do not belong to you to ‘admire’ them?”

    “That seems a dangerous hobby. People less forgiving than me would assume you were attempting a theft of some sort, and would take action against you in equal measure, you know.”

[kyloren-sithlord]

@xresistancefighter continued from here

[ TEXT ] : omg

[ TEXT ] : hayla

[ TEXT ] : do u need me to come over???

[masterkylcren]

after all that we’ve been through…

“We keep having the same fights over, and over, and over again. I’m tired of it, Hayla. I need some space,” he said as he packed up all of his belongings to return to his old quarters.

[vaderiisms-archived]

“…didn’t know where else to go…”

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

Anakin opened the door not expecting to see Hayla in a state like this. “What the hell happened to you? Get in here.” he said then moved to help her in and to the couch.