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@youneedaguardian
I can fly anything.
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👑: "what does being a guardian mean to me?" Poe paused for a moment, trying to find the words that properly explained how he felt. "It means...being that last bit of hope for people...the last resort, the brightest flame, it means standing against the darkness no matter what form it takes, because there are people who need you too, people who can't stand up against it on their own..." 💞: "yeah, i remeber everything, my family, my friends, a lot of the time its a bit blurry, i cant tell you off the tip of my tongue what their names were, i really have to think...i remeber my death vividly though." 🎲: poe laughed awkwardly. "A strange kind of luck i guess," he rubbed the back of his neck. "It would be easier to think that i was risen on purpose, with a designated plan, be the new hero, but honestly, i think I was just lucky, lucky to be left on the ground, lucky to be stuck in my body after death...lucky...just...lucky." he looked down sadly, his mind drifted off.
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💤 Where you afraid when you were first resurrected? 💥 How easily did/does manipulating light come to you? ⌛ What does using your light feel like to you? 👑 What does being a Guardian mean to you? 💞 Do you remember who you were before your Ghost found you? 🎲 Do you feel like you were chosen by fate, or just coincidence? 🏠 Does the tower / city truly feel like home to you? 🔘 What is your opinion of the Traveler? The Speaker? 🏆 Are there any factions that you put complete trust in? ❌ Would you stand with the city until the end, even if meant you would die for good? 🔫 Can your fellow guardians trust you completely?
“Surprise you? You know that I’m terrible at surprises.” She eyed him before stretching out on the bed, using her hands as a little pillow as she yawned again.
The hunter continued his work and smiled. "Yeah, but, that's what makes them special, and that's why I love them," he grinned. "You work so hard to fibd somethg they'll like, but your heart and mind into it, and i adore the expression on your face when you reveal the surprise." He looked at her, "comfy?" He asked.
"I used to do a lot of things...but right now im just a scout, collecting information...killing high value targets, protecting innocent people," he shrugged slightly, wincing as the motion pulled at the wound. "You wouldn't happen to have any bacta on you, would you?" He asked.
“Mmmno…” She shook her head, lips pursed as she tried to hold back another yawn, her shoulders moving in a shrug. “I suppose but since you’re the other half of this equation, I believe you get some input. Like…What kind of food?” Bloo eyed the bed hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought it over. “Can I just…Lay there? I don’t want to sleep..”
The hunter chuckled. "You are welcomed to do as you please," he grinned. He thiught about the question. "Surprise me"
"Working?" He asked, he let the question hang. "I'm here on business too, scouting, fun stuff, would you like help eith your stuff? Or just some company? Been on my own for...three weeks...."
“Oh.” She hadn’t thought of it like that. Bloo shrugged again, taking a step further into his room. “Um, i-if you want it….to be? I don’t think we’ve been on a….date before.” “I know…” Her fingers trailed across an old helm. “Maybe I want to give you something in return.” She gave him a look and raised a hand to hide a yawn.
The door closed when she was far enough in Poe looked up at her and tilted his head to the side. "We havent?" He asked he honestly thought they had been on a few dates. Though one should not call a scouting missions a date.
"Hmm, well, whatever you want to do right?" He looked back at his work then up at her again. "If you're tired, you can sleep on the bed."
Her shoulders moved in a shrug as she tried hard not to smile back at him. “I-if you’re absolutely sure. I mean, I will totally get you back for it, though. I’ll…Buy your next….meal!”
"Is that a date?" He teased, taking the cloak and looking it over before having his ghost bring him some thread and a needle.
"You know...i dont need...anything in return." He said as he started working.
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@pretty-rey-of-sunshine continuation of ask.
Poe went down on a knee and held his side. “Dont mention it, glad you’re okay.”
“Are you sure?” Rey asked, noticing his movements.
"Yeah, don't...." he drifted off, then sat down. He had been shot in the process, and bleeding out wasnt the funest moment of his life, but one gets used to the feeling and pain, after it happens so often.
"What are...you doing out here anyways?" He asked. Gotta get in as much as possible before he falls, or scares her which ever came first.
An eyebrow raised at the offer. “Seriously? Wait…What’s the catch?” Anytime you got help on this ship, something was expected in return. It was worse, in some ways, than the Order.
"Dont give me that look bloo, not all hunters are the same," he playfully rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. "We've been on the same fireteam for a while now, can't i help you?"
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“Do you have any red thread?” She held up a corner of one of her favorite cloaks as an explanation, eyes tired and fingers sore from the countless times she’d stabbed herself with the stupid needle. Sewing was hard. “How do people manage to do these kinds of things??”
He looked at the cloak, then tapped his chin. "Yeah, i got some...but if you want, i can sew it for you." He offered.
@pretty-rey-of-sunshine continuation of ask. Poe went down on a knee and held his side. "Dont mention it, glad you're okay."
❛ I should be dead. Why am I still here? ❜
Poe gave her a warm smile. "Call it the will of the force...or well..quick reflexes"
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poe comes running into the room and fly kicks the tv. “NO. NO MORE, WE ARE GOING TO WATCHING SOMETHING PG13.”
“Poe thank GOD.” Dorrian flung himself at the man, clinging to him tightly. “I need to bleach my eyes, Poe. I need to bleach them right now.”
He squeezed him tightly. "Lets go to the store, and pick something less traumatizing...you are going to be okay, not so much the tv, but still, you will be okay."
“He is FINGERING THE HOLE IN THE WALL AND IT’S MOANING HE’S PUTTING HIS DICK IN IT SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME.”
poe comes running into the room and fly kicks the tv. "NO. NO MORE, WE ARE GOING TO WATCHING SOMETHING PG13."
I feel like I haven't slept in years. My neighbors are afraid of me.
"Its...I'm sorry, maybe you should take a nap if you can...or see the awoken if ita bad dreams. I hear they have some kind of magic that eases the pain of memories..."