#furiosities

his eyes are set wide, taken by surprise that hasn't knocked him out in years. what was once an all too usual sight had become a rarity   ––––   blanc could barely remember the last time he'd seen another wield the weapon he'd all but forsaken. yet there she was, and he had frozen on his tracks with only one question in his mind.  ❛  where did you get that?  ❜  

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As much as it may have seemed like it, Poe Dameron hadn’t gone into the hangar with the intention of scaring his teammate. The commander had just returned from a very successful raid against the First Order, with Black Squadron finding an intercepting a First Order supply run. They may not have been able to decimate their entire base like he’d hoped to, but they’d definitely scared the shit out of them, and left them without most of the minerals that they’d hoped to acquire from the small planet.

He’d returned to the base with an unshakable grin on his face, hopping down from his x-wing and giving his droid a grateful pat before the ship behind him let off a series of sparks. “That’s not good..” he mumbled, already knowing that his favorite mechanic was going to serve his head on a platter if he’d brought her another piece of broken machinery that week. As fearful as he should have been, the adrenaline high that put an extra jump in his step may have also given him a death wish. 

Poe’d found her with her back turned to him, quieting down his breath as he took a couple steps towards her. He reached his hand out for her shoulder, grabbing it as a sudden “Hey!” left his lungs. Unable to keep himself from laughing, he finally stepped in front of her. 

“Why’d you scream like that?”

       Jack didn’t think he’d ever tire of it: running his fingers so reverently not over charred wood, but soft, yielding flesh. Hands and fingers that could feel and touch him back, as they were now, in their chaste ritual of maintaining contact as they sat together in a crowded tavern, tracing the marks and scars and imperfections on each other’s arms. “ Your favourite thing about being... as you are. ” He looked spontaneously up at her, a gleam in his eyes. Not a ship. Human. Jack knew all too well of her frustrations with this form, shared the desire to one day return her to what she truly was, but with half a tankard of rum warming his system, he had to know what was good about it, too. “ That’s not me. ”

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❛  you don't think i know what i'm doing.  ❜    amusement tickles his words and threatens that subtle curve his lips draw into. it's a fair impression, he knows as much. his methods are rather... unorthodox, to say the least. he doesn't blame her for doubting them, but cannot resist the temptation to test her.    ❛  y'know, between the two of, i am the one who completed my training, so you should probably put a little more trust in me.   ❜    and yet, if any master of the council were to see what he was up to now, they'd roll their eyes just as hard as they had before. he wasn't much liked by the council, benoit blanc. 

❛   what you think you saw is nonsense. i cannot fly. i am merely an excellent jumper, as in i can jump very high and for a very long time which in some cases may give the impression that i am gliding, but i am not.  ❜  

bryan habitually and randomly reminds people of this exact fact, including me, and i love him for it.