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❝ AURRA SING,  your reputation precedes you.. ❞.  Contrary to what you might think, there was actually a little warmth in her tone of voice. Hands were folded on the small of her own back,  offering the assassin a SENSE of having the upper hand. ❝ To what do I owe the PLEASURE ? ❞

this isn’t a test of patience, he knows that. but he tries to sit as still as possible anyways. legs crossed, hands resting on knees. his breaths are slow, eyes locked on the spot where two floor panels meet between rusty screws. aurra’s fingers work quickly, brushing against his cheek from time to time. he’s seen her throw knives with the same hand, pull triggers that resulted in bodies falling down like strange clothed constructs. 

her hands don’t shake, not now and not when she’s hunting. he’s jealous of that. the path she walks seems so straightforward, she takes what she wants and doesn’t let the context stop her. when boba tries to run, all he sees are turns upon turns. 

a pleased hum announces the end of her work and suddenly he forgets he’s supposed to sit still. he touches the braid, holds the bead between two fingers. he can’t tell the material it’s made of, all he’s used to touching is metal ( guns, explosives, armor plates ). but it’s soft and warm and he decides he likes it. he hops to his feet, running to the nearest reflective surface. the bead bobs along. 

life is warped.    what a strange thought ;   he’s always been of the belief that life is a straight line,   his only duty to walk down it while carrying out lord sidious’ commands  &  teachings.    though,   over the past few months,   he’s become more inclined to agree with the palliduvan.    life is no longer as simple as it once had been,   or perhaps more aptly :   as it once had seemed.

a click  &  the sharp sound of depressurizing air hissing is his first reply.    then,   as his helmet hits the floor of their modest ship with a thunk,     ❝  the force.  ❞     spoken matter-of-factly,   though in truth the spoken aloud thought is directed more at himself than at aurra.      ❝  it helps us know when to dodge blaster fire,   when to stay hidden,   where to go.  ❞ 

he turns to her,   full attention flowing through fire-lit eyes  &  directed at her.     ❝  you listen to it.    i can tell.  ❞     while not exactly news to him,   this is the first time he’s voiced his observation.    he had planned to stay silent until aurra herself brought it up,   but in the bounty hunters’ company he found himself growing both bolder  &  more curious.    not that he had been cowardly in the past,   but he had known to hold his tongue,   especially of matters that didn’t concern him.    but now  ...

Sentence Starters: The Umbrella Academy // NOT ACCEPTING    ↳ @conlinks​ said:  “Look at you. deadly little thing.”

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 this particular bounty hunter. A nightmare, they called her ------- one of the Jedi’s own making. It was no less a tragedy, each soul lost from the order...yet few who strayed from their path wandered quite so far into darkness as the woman before her. 

“   YOUR  UNSANCTIONED  STROLL  ENDS  HERE .   ”         relaxed   are   muscles   yet ,       the   master’s   hands   clasped   behind   his   back .       heavy   lids   weighed   down   by   disapproval ,       but   attentiveness   sharpens   judgemental   gaze .       a   motionless   figure      (    yet    )      is   he ,        that   would   greet   her   in   the   grand   hall .       A  WONDER  HOW  THE  INTRUDER  HAD  SNUCK  PAST  TEMPLE  GUARDS .      an   indication   not   to   underestimate   this   enemy .       even   when  the   distance   between   them   is   still   a   larger   one .       nevertheless ,       voice   echoes   clearly   through   the   empty   room .               “   what   is   your   business   in  this   place   ?   ”     

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