#jacensclo

"Buzz buzz." "Ah... who is there?" "Dismay." "Dismay who?" "Dismay not seem funny to you, but I'm hoping you'll at least smile." 

A spotify playlist (that I’m sure I’ll be updating for eternity) for Jacen Solo/Darth Caedus + Tenel Ka Djo. I threw this together (the playlist and cover w/ art by the amazing Shea Standefer) because I was having feels and as I was throwing it together I knew I wanted to dedicate it to the amazing (and absolute darling) Jacen & TK RPers I’ve had the honor to write these characters with here over the past almost two years~

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND I <3 YOU, FELLOW AWKWARD BEAN/SITH LORDS & QUEEN MOMMA!: @chrxnicempathy | @jacensclo | @hapesblooded

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     ★ She struggled a little, her eyes watering as she pulled the piece of shrapnel from her shoulder, a scream escaping her throat before she muffled it quickly as not to be found by the roaming enemy. She looked around frantically before bringing herself onto her feet. Moving as quickly as she could she moved around a corner before stopping just behind someone, trying not to be seen. All she knew was that she needed to get out of here.

“Do I get an explanation as to where I am now?” she asks bitterly, looking at the strange man entering her cell. No one had told her anything since she regained consciousness, other than the fact that she’d been in hibernation.

Poe had been lost in his own thoughts when the other man had spoke up. He had been mending torn uniforms almost the entire day, doing what he could to help his fellow resistance fighters. There wasn’t much left, in both numbers and supplies, so everyone was required to aid where and how they could. Poe was grateful for his mother teaching his basic skills as a child. Like now, it had come in handy at the most stressful times. 

“You don’t need to be, man. I’m good.” Dameron lied, eyes steady on sewing up a rather nasty tear in the elbow joint of a flight-suit. “We’re all tired. I’m no exception. I’ll be ok.” Though he knew his last comment gave away his lie, Poe still tore himself away from his work long enough to offer the other a smile.

If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t anywhere close to alright. He’d lost so many people, they all had. Poe knew some of the blame for that rested upon his shoulders. If he hadn’t let his emotions get the better of him like always...

Shaking his head to chase away the thought for another day, he went back to his sewing.

“Does your mother know what you’ve been doing or is this to be added to the things I know absolutely nothing about if asked?”