Galran Repard

This'll be my 3rd year participating in AF! Who will I attack first? :3c

Sunday sketch doodle of Repard (VLD Galra) and Nosch (Kingzvire) 💖

You are:

Letting me know that my character/fic is important to you, which is so very important to me.

Making me think deeper about my character and therefore expanding his/her personality or backstory.

Making me think about my character which helps me to overcome writer’s block.

Encouraging me in my writing (which, let’s be honest, it’s a battle)

Letting me know that I am seen and that I’m not doing this for nothing.

So thank you, and don’t ever feel like you are wasting my time by asking me anything about anything.

Send them:

Questions about their relationships

Invasive, uncomfortable personal questions

Ask them about their childhood

Throw random, weird thoughts at them

Confess to them anything you want

Give thought provoking headcanon asks

Character development questions

Questions about any interactions you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about any ships you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about my muses feelings about other muses from the fandom

Repard smiled fondly at Cairis' ask to hold his hand. He surely wasn't going to deny the reporter of something as simple as holding hands.

"Of course you can, Cairis. I appreciate you asking though." The forest galra replied lending out his hand for her to hold.

"You know...you can always confide in me if you ever need to talk or simply hold hands. I've known you for quite awhile now, Cairis. It's not like I'm going anywhere or can simply disappear out of thin air, you know?" He looks over quizzically with a slight raised eyebrow with concern but also a hint of adoration showing through those yellow eyes of his.

The awareness of the heavy, steady weight of his hand in hers, wrapped around hers, settled into her mind. The knowledge of him being there, with her and for her, shimmied along her nerves and made her feel less like she was about to explode out of her skin.

Shaking her head, Cairis looked up at Repard.

"For all I frexing care: you could be a farmer on some mudball world somewhere," she told him with a smirk. "Your rank has frex all to do with how you make me feel."

She tightened her grip a little and felt his return squeeze; felt the little prick of his claw tips tucking into her skin.

"Nothing happened," she reported, and sighed. "I just... get this way sometimes. I start feeling unanchored; like I have nothing and no one and no reason to be. I'm very aware of how weak and stupid this... this longing to matter... makes me. But you have never actually made me feel weak or stupid or worthless. So I figured you'd be safe to ask for a hand to hold."

She smiled, then; happy, content, and wanting him to see it.

"I don't think you are weak or worthless, Cairis. It's nothing to be ashamed about for feeling that way. In truth...I can attest that, at times, when I'm not on the bridge of my ship or anywhere that is required of me to be of service...it can be a bit lonely sometimes too despite knowing all too well that we can communicate together in other various means of communication as well as transportation to see each other like we are doing right now." The forest galra admitted while gazing at the reporter fondly.

He did quite enjoy seeing her content and happy standing there as they both held hands together.

It was proof that they weren't alone in the vast universe they were a part of.

"How about we walk along until we find something that smells appetizing to the both of us?"

They were on a lovely, Galra-occupied planet that allowed for many other beings to mingle and settle there. This meant there was plenty to see and do, and also taste, as a variety of cultural foods was available.

They were down by the area known as the "riverwalk" which was also one of the main tourism thoroughfares. Vendor stalls sold everything from artwork to knick-knacks to food to tools. There were flower vendors, candy vendors, and clothing of many different types. Fortunately, most of the food vendors didn't use glass as their delivery or packaging systems, so that allowed Cairis to relax on that front.

"Mmm, good idea. I suppose the smell of food will entice us along the way." The forest galra mused enjoying the thought of browsing through the busiest parts of the vendor stalls. That, and a good exercise to hopefully make them savor the food from the various stalls there. Goodness knows that this place was filled with all sorts of excitement that were sure to please the two down the 'riverwalk.'

Of course, the galra commander never let go of her hand but rather gave a firm squeeze as he led the way letting her caress his arm if the reporter wanted to.

Repard smiled fondly at Cairis' ask to hold his hand. He surely wasn't going to deny the reporter of something as simple as holding hands.

"Of course you can, Cairis. I appreciate you asking though." The forest galra replied lending out his hand for her to hold.

"You know...you can always confide in me if you ever need to talk or simply hold hands. I've known you for quite awhile now, Cairis. It's not like I'm going anywhere or can simply disappear out of thin air, you know?" He looks over quizzically with a slight raised eyebrow with concern but also a hint of adoration showing through those yellow eyes of his.

The awareness of the heavy, steady weight of his hand in hers, wrapped around hers, settled into her mind. The knowledge of him being there, with her and for her, shimmied along her nerves and made her feel less like she was about to explode out of her skin.

Shaking her head, Cairis looked up at Repard.

"For all I frexing care: you could be a farmer on some mudball world somewhere," she told him with a smirk. "Your rank has frex all to do with how you make me feel."

She tightened her grip a little and felt his return squeeze; felt the little prick of his claw tips tucking into her skin.

"Nothing happened," she reported, and sighed. "I just... get this way sometimes. I start feeling unanchored; like I have nothing and no one and no reason to be. I'm very aware of how weak and stupid this... this longing to matter... makes me. But you have never actually made me feel weak or stupid or worthless. So I figured you'd be safe to ask for a hand to hold."

She smiled, then; happy, content, and wanting him to see it.

"I don't think you are weak or worthless, Cairis. It's nothing to be ashamed about for feeling that way. In truth...I can attest that, at times, when I'm not on the bridge of my ship or anywhere that is required of me to be of service...it can be a bit lonely sometimes too despite knowing all too well that we can communicate together in other various means of communication as well as transportation to see each other like we are doing right now." The forest galra admitted while gazing at the reporter fondly.

He did quite enjoy seeing her content and happy standing there as they both held hands together.

It was proof that they weren't alone in the vast universe they were a part of.