in a galaxy far, far away

luke:

A QUIET CHUCKLE leaves him, the sound soured and wistful. His eyes are soft in their tired, seasoned patience, and it takes him a moment to meet her gaze.  ❛ OF COURSE. ❜ He nods. Part of him is curious, wants to hear the specifics of his alleged villainy; the rest of him feels sickened at the thought, his stomach moments away from dropping. He can imagine what was said. That is enough.

     QUICK FEET carried her through the halls of the base with speed, eyes never once looking up from the datapad in her hands. she could hear the various footsteps of her fellow resistance fighters, so alorré was able to quickly avoid a collision. however as she rounded a corner, she failed to hear the soft footsteps of the other before her and ran directly into them.

     the datapad tumbled to the ground, and she was quick to pick it up while speaking,   “ oh, i’m so sorry, i - ”   voice cuts off as she sees the man before her, jaw dropping slightly. “oh. m-master skywalker.”

MASTER SKYWALKER. The title hits him harder than the actual collision. Maybe he ought to be used to it by now, but there’s that part of him-- the humble farm boy part, namely-- that winces a bit each time he hears it. He may be a Jedi, but he hardly feels like a master. Still, he stifles any indication of discomfort on his face, collecting himself with an amiable smile. 

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) .

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower .

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance .

[ gift ]  for  your  muse  to  surprise  my muse  with  a  gift  ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ homemade gift ]  for  your  muse  to  make  my  muse  a  gift    ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ serenade ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse .

[ embrace ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace .

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face .

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose .

[ date? ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  go  on  a  date .

[ confess ]  for  your  muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  my  muse .

Its such a profoundly sad phrase, no matter how many times he’s heard it, from the mouth of a soldier, a survivor, even a hardened officer; it breaks his heart every time. ‘You don’t have to do anything,’ he wants to say, but he knows, understands the time they live in, what that need to do something means, how it turns into a commandment inside the heart. They must, because the alternative is too terrible, and wishing it wasn’t won’t change a thing. It’s why he’s there too, doing whatever he can, however small.

LUKE WATCHES THE MEDIC carefully, paying no mind to his own newly applied bandages. He sees the sadness in the other, or perhaps-- simply feels it. His expression softens in response to the smile Ikal offers, his own muted one mirrored back. ❛ Yeah. Thank you.  ❜ The words sound more somber than he intends, so he continues. ❛ I can see that in you. You’ll be okay, too.  ❜

The pilot rises from the medbay cot he had reluctantly sat upon earlier. A numb pain blooms along his spine and shoulders as he tries to adjust to standing up. He spent all those years as a child daydreaming about piloting an X-wing, but never stopped to consider how badly banged up a fighter could get in the heat of battle. Now the pain is hard to ignore; never mind the visual shock of the deep shades of blue and purple that line his bare body whenever he happens to look.