#forcesheart

meme | not accepting | @forcesheart​

💑 for a first kiss.

   ❝   you  can’t  prove  anything  —  though  i’d  love  to  see  you  try.   ❞

meme | accepting! | @forcesheart

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

“You…” Could Eron even trust his own eyes especially in the dim light? Could it really be her? Through the Force he could sense that it was Revan, running towards where he lied on the cold ground. Was she somehow… concerned or was this out of obligation? Every little movement he made send a sharp pain down his entire body, though he clenched his jaw, trying not to make it too obvious. With one strained, agonizing push, he managed to sit up, sucking in a deep breath as his gaze locked on her face. He couldn’t exactly read her expression in the moment.

IT’S (STILL) HIS BDAY!! | @forcesheart​

🎤 to sing happy birthday to them

Either he was drunk or not drunk enough, because what he heard had got to be a joke. He had to double check just who it was – Revan. Singing him a song for his birthday. How she found out that it was today, Eron had no clue, but suffice to say he was extremely confused yet amused at the same time. It would be rude for him to interrupt her performance, even if he felt like bursting into laughter. If only he had a holorecorder right now. No one would believe it.

Between Kylo looking like a storm ever since his defeat on Crait and General Hux’s thinly veiled resentment for the Supreme Leader, it had been a wonder that the First Order hadn’t blown itself off into space once they’d departed from the planet. And so Eron was left to his own devices or rather the lack of it. Everyone was either busy trying to pick up the pieces or busy pretending there was still any stability left in the chains of command. Quietly he watched and sneered, all too blase about everything.

With very little to do he roamed the halls of his temporary residence, sparing so much as a glance at passing soldiers. The Star Destroyer was no different than any other flagships, only this one housed himself, the Security Bureau, and Revan. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t even a bit curious about the Sith ever since he’d been part of the same faction as her. Though he’d be the last person to stick his nose where it didn’t belong.

Finding himself walking into the crew recreational area was a beyond ridiculous idea to begin with. Empty, save for a few serving droids. Just as he’d expected. Out of sheer boredom after staring out the viewport for too long he lifted some playing cards probably misplaced by some rookie gambler - off of the table with the Force and lazily shuffled them. They hung in the air for a few seconds until he sensed the presence of another getting closer--- not just another, but the one and only Sith, he’d soon sensed.

“In our story,” Bastila spoke after a moment, “who are the heroes, and who are the villains?”

Once upon a time, such things had been clear to Bastila. The Jedi were the great good, while the Sith were the terrible evil. Then she had met Revan and, slowly at first, those lines had began to blur, until all at once she found herself standing amongst those she would have - should have? - condemned, the blade in her hand scarlet instead of golden.

forcesheart said: “ why am i alive ? ” |  T.oy S.tory Starters ( accepting ! )

forcesheart said: who did this to you? | soft angst (accepting!)

She’s quick to duck her head, fingers tugging at the dark hood to shadow her face. Hiding the bruise that blooms on her tan skin. “ It’s nothing ... don’t worry about it. “ She murmurs, so quick to brush it off. To focus on something that isn’t the bruise decorating her face. “ Hit myself with my blaster by accident. That’s all. “