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ruined. that was what they all called her now, what they all thought of her. she couldn’t imagine what it would be like seeing him again. she hadn’t imagined how her heart would almost stop beating in the middle of the palace hall. eyes on the one who had always seen her. and she wonders, if he still does. if he still wants to see her. if she is still something to be admired by his eyes, and maybe especially now, for his eyes only. her mind races, spinning all sorts of webbed thoughts about this. keeping her scarf up, covering some of her face. her ruined beauty. but now, at least she’d be sure no man would ever want her for her beauty only again.
“ i know - ” the first words she speaks since they had been separated. the first words since the darkling left the palace. since alina starkova came back. “ i know i am no longer the beautiful girl you once admired, captain westfall. ” she wants to add a but. but she isn’t sure there are any. they had never added titles to whatever they were. and perhaps, he no longer saw her fitting for such thing. even if it would break her heart, she’d walk away with her head held up high. “ it is alright if you don’t want to - ” but she didn’t know what to say. because fate had never let them specify. had never let them put into words what they were.
ft. chaol westfall ( @fateviled )
@fateviled - ❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about who i am when i’m with you. ❞ ( rex @ anakin :)) )
Many Jedi were lax with their clones. They knew the men were controlled from birth, or decanting as they called it, and shoved into the war against their will. (Did either the clones or the people leading them truly want to be fighting this war or were their hands merely tied by circumstance?) Anakin liked to take that laxness as far as he could. So, if there was reason to celebrate and they didn’t have a pressing mission, he allowed the men to drink.
Currently, they were on leave, the Resolute floating high above Coruscant. Many of the men had taken the revelries to 79s, but Rex had stayed with him on the ship. Padmé’s niece’s birthday was growing close and she had returned to Naboo for a brief reprieve. He had hoped their mission would be done in time to join her, but they had gotten called to aid on Dantooine. Such was war, he supposed...
But he had also supposed that Rex would would join his brothers. Not yet ready to head back to the temple, he had decided to sip something in his room and actually go over his reports for once. Rex had come to drop off some more flimsiwork for him, but had stayed, to his pleasure. Work forgotten, they had started to speak as they often did. Comfort came easy around Rex. And they both had probably had a little more than they should.
But such honesty... The words that spilled from his captain that warmed Anakin’s heart. A sun beam smile, small and gentle, twisting like binary stars above a sunrise. He nodded at Rex. “I... I’m glad, Rex,” he said, voice unusual gentle, “That you feel that way. It means I’m doing something right.” Rex’s comfort was it’s own reward. Anakin didn’t have many friends-- but he liked to consider Rex ranked highly among that few.
@fateviled said: ❝ whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. ❞ (from dominik<3)
song of achilles rp starters
Half of their regiment is missing, having marched north two days prior, leaving Nikolai in charge of those who remained. They were supposed to be back by now. Actually, they were supposed to be back six hours ago. There’s no reason they should be tardy, except if...
Nikolai readjusts his pack and surveys the group. Every single one of them is tired and hungry and very much in need of a bath. They have a choice: Either march toward Ulensk, where they are due to make camp by sunset tomorrow, or rescue their brothers in arms.
As I always have. Nikolai’s gaze locks with Dominik’s, almost as if no other opinion in the group matters. “We head north, lads. See how far we can go before sundown. We make camp wherever we end up.”
@fateviled asked : ‘ i am a broken, cruel, useless excuse for a man. I am not somebody to love without ruin. ‘ from rowan 🔪
“Then ruin me.” Dark eyes focus on the prince’s, unwavering and unafraid. She knows that this might hurt her, that it might be the very thing that finally destroys her heart. She’s lost so much, given so much to be here, and she’ll give up everything else she has to see the world righted — except for Rowan. Gods, never Rowan. She’d sooner cleave the world in two than face the possibility of losing him. The Fae girl’s heart belongs to him, and it has since her soul was little more than a speck of dust in this universe.
She folds one of his hands in hers, pressing it against her heart. “I love you, Rowan Whitethorn. I will always love you,” she says softly. Tears threaten to spill, but she pushes them back with a shuddering breath. “I don’t care how much you think you don’t deserve my love or how much you try to push me away. No matter how horrible you think you are, I am yours.” She steps closer, not yet letting go of his hand. “Just tell me you’re mine.”
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@fateviled . 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐏
it was the name that had given her pause, that had stopped her from storming down to the docking station the moment it had pinged on her radar. still, she made her way towards where the shuttled had docked on medina, stiff-backed and face a blank mask of stern indifference of the transport union president while she waited for the young man to exit. she’d given specific orders that the area be given a wide berth — both for the boy to have some semblance of privacy and so that she needn’t worry about losing her temper due to encroaching onlookers. ( she REFUSED to let the ghost of his father hang over HER STATION OR HER. ) at the telltale sound of magboots hitting the dock, she straightened her posture, tightening her fists behind her back before loosening, and clenched her jaw. her teeth flashed in what a fool might consider a smile as she brought her hands in front of her. “ filip nagata. ” she enunciated the surname slowly, narrowing her eyes as she examined the boy, looking for some flinch or tell. “ what brings you to the transporter union’s medina station? ”
the palace had been her home for years, but she had always been homesick for something else. something more, something unknown. something she couldn’t begin to describe. maybe she just longed to be away from the king. leaving his room, gentle feet tap on the palace’s marbled floors as she walks. until a familiar presence wraps around her essence. captain westfall. instantly a rosy flush rushes to her cheeks. oh, how she hated how easily he had gotten underneath her skin. how a single chat, or even a smile, with chaol could make her day. how it would keep her endless nightmares at bay when she finally laid her head down to sleep.
“ it is highly impolitely to sneak up upon a lady, even if she is a servant, captain westfall. ” voice is soft, laced with honey as she turns around to face him. not bothering to hide her blush. let it stay. he wouldn’t judge her, and she liked it. she liked being seen by him. actually seen. he was the only one who did so. “ how has your day been, chaol ? ”
ft. chaol westfall ( @fateviled )
@fateviled asked: ❝ honestly i can’t sleep, so if you wanna stay up with me? ❞ (elian @ aurora sorry, already failed step one) / staying the night prompts.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 the door isn’t a complete surprise — aurora can hear elian’s mind just as loud as callum’s and baz’s. they’re all filled with so much conflict and pain, and she’s the unwilling spectator, try as she might to block the noise out. elian’s struggles are unlike her own, but still she can relate, a displaced child with powers too great for their own good. she can’t imagine what it’s like to learn your own father put a tracker in you, but she isn’t ignorant to problems with fathers either, at least. the girl opens the door with a timid smile, still apprehensive around all members of the mansion. < i wasn’t sleeping either. > she signs back, glancing back over her shoulder at the bed. sketchbook still open, with scattered pencil drawings inside, aurora sighs before turning back, motioning for elian to come in. she climbs back on the bed, crawling to the furthest corner from him without even realizing; SHE DOESN’T LIKE PEOPLE NEAR HER, and she doesn’t want elian to touch her, though she hasn’t given him the chance to prove his hands aren’t evil like so many were before. it feels unnecessary still, considering the massive bed she’s still getting used to puts an ocean of space between them. (it’s too soft to sleep on, she thinks: when used to concrete, a soft bed feels as if it’s swallowing her whole). pulling her knees against her chest, aurora looks at elian again, and she can tell he feels like as much of a stranger in this place as she does. she’s not ure if it makes her feel better or not. waving her hand to get his attention again, she begins to sign. < can i be honest with you? i haven’t really seen too many movies, like the one we watched a few nights ago. and it seems impossible to find a place to start. > she keeps her movements slow enough so elian can follow, knowing he’s still learning, but she can’t help the flush of embarrassment she feels after the admission. aurora doubts it was elian’s intention to set her on this path, the movie being a distraction for another restless night; but she hasn’t stopped thinking about it.
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 goes exposing her naivety. < we don’t have to watch any, if you don’t want. we could just talk. or sit here. > her hands move faster now, conveying her anxiety far more than she’d like, and the telepath can’t help but internally groan and roll her eyes at herself. the last thing she wants is more looks filled with PITY AND HEARTBREAK, received every time she reveals something else about her time as a captive, and yet she is the one digging her own grave since she can’t keep her damn hands still, thoughts racing just as fast. biting her lip, she manages an awkward smile, before continuing. < i’m sorry, i really don’t know how to do… > she trails off, letting out a pathetic laugh, dropping her head against her knees. great, elian is going to think she’s an idiot. < this. any of it. > she signs without looking up, only peaking up after she’s finished, still trying to manage the shy smile. she’s never had a friend — sure, she had them in elementary school, but those childhood friendships didn’t exactly stick around in aurora’s life — this is a completely new experience, SOMETHING FAR MORE MEANINGFUL, that she feels like she’s messing up with every step. finally, she rests her chin against her knees, wide eyes searching elian’s for judgment and malice. (she finds none, not that she expected to find any in the first place). < i think i make better company than baz, at least. > aurora jokes, another soft laugh passing her lips. the other man had a good heart, one she could tell callum saw too, but he spoke without thinking sometimes, letting his emotions guide him, and that heart had been broken too many times too young. aurora is just an awkward mess; it has to be at least a little more bearable. < i’ll shut up, i promise. > elian certainly didn’t come for her nonverbal babbling, after all.
