#dmverse

Thanks for the ask, Nonny. I don’t know if this was the one that you were intending, but I’d recently rebagled two lists. Apologies if it’s not the right one, but have some fluff!

This is set in @keldae‘s DMVerse, a SWTOR AU, which I highly recommend you check out. 

They'd gotten the younglings aboard and settled as quickly as possible, their pilot sending them skyward the moment the ramp was up. Curled up on the couches in the common area, several of the Jedi younglings had already fallen asleep. The Mandalorian left his helmet with one of them, who had latched onto it planetside, and had curled up with it wrapped in their arms. 

He felt the presence of two of the Jedi following him as he made his way to the Dancer's cockpit. "Resistance forces, assets are aboard. Repeat, assets are aboard. Disengage and head for rendezvous aurek." Moments later, Corey heard the distinctive sound of the ship entering hyperspace, and he hoped that the remaining ships made it through okay, especially considering why they were there. 

Korin came forward first, a frown crossing his features as he took in the Mandalorian's eyes and injured face. "Rough day?" He asked, a hint of a smirk playing about his lips. He reached out his hand, and Corey clasped his wrist, pulling him in and clapping him on the back. "Hey, hey! Armor, ow! Don' be digging that into my sof' parts!" He chuckled as he returned the gesture before stepping back.

"I've gotta get something out of today," Corey sighed, shaking his head. "You're never gonna let me live it down." His grin was tired but sincere. "Vor entye, ner vod. Truly."

He released his grip on Korin, eyes searching the cockpit until he found her. Sliding one of his gauntlets off, he reached out and caressed Lana's cheek, as though he couldn't quite believe she was real. 

"We need to get you looked at," Lana frowned, reaching for his hand. Her skin was cool against his, and the moment that the reality that she was really in front of him, and not part of a nightmare in which she would be ripped from his grasp, the sulfur drained from his eyes, returning to their natural blue. Everything he'd been holding onto, all the pain and hate, seemed to drift away as he rested his forehead against hers. 

"I know you said y' had contacts among the Mandos, but I never woulda guessed..." Korin murmured in the background, more to himself than anything. 

☆° Even with Domino being as gloomy as it was that day, the Circus girl seemed all too happy to make her way through the town. She hummed as her rainboots splashed and sloshed in each and every puddle. Sure it was a childish thing to do, but sometimes one just needed to indulge in the silly little things in life.

A happy hum left her lips as she kept moving along, on her way to a sweet little cafe she’d discovered a few days before. Japan always had such interesting things! Who’d have thought someone would have come up with a cute monster cafe? It was all she ever could have hoped for.

However while her thoughts were on pastel colors and sweets, she hardly paid any attention to the people around her. With a large jump into an even larger puddle, Tilly launched a mini-tidal wave right onto an unsuspecting brunet. The realization of what she’d done came far too late, and her eyes went wide when she realized that this poor person was now soaked. 

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry Mister! Are you okay?”

☆° “Bother me?”

At that, the girl looked outright confused. Almost as though she couldn’t comprehend the statement. 

“Why would it bother me? I think it’s cute,” she stated rather matter-of-factly. “If boys don’t have fluffy hair, what are you supposed to snuggle into? What can you play with when you’re feeling sad or affectionate? I feel like the fluffier the hair, the better!”

And with that, she reached to play with a strand his own hair. 

☆°A soft voice reached the girl’s ears as she continued to follow the deathly pale figure along. Funny, she didn’t remember ever being able to hear Ghosts. Not that well, anyway. Even still, her hopes were up. She’d been seeing this specter at different locations she’d gone to, and he intrigued her quite a bit. 

Though the more she followed, the more she was starting to think maybe he wasn’t a ghost. This was both disappointing and exciting. Disappointing because, well, she’d wanted to see a ghost! But Exciting because maybe she could make a friend that she could hang out with outside of just spooky haunted places

“Excuse me, Mister Ghost!” She called out, grinning from ear to ear as she tried to keep up with the fluffy-haired male. “I keep seeing you at different places. Can you haunt more than one building?”

[text] Affectionate poking?

[text] And what conversation prompted the text?

[text] Well that’s good to know that we are friends.