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Moon knight (show) starters-                                                    ❝ You’re looking pretty rough. ❞

@kiantrev Mathew & Peder

Rough nights turn into tough days.     Its not always honor and coming out of the fray victorious and unscathed. Sometimes the hound but manages and comes out of his victory with a limp and tail tucked. It’s what keeps him humble. Its what paces him. In these instances, he’s forced to take a step back for a time. Take a break and recover. His body simply wont allow him to take, or make, another swing. Even if it wont be the end of him.

However, Peder wont keep still despite it all. He’s drawn himself out of his townhome and into the daylight to let his haggard self air out. Its rare for him to be seen by day near his permanent residence causally milling about. He has always had such purpose and places to be. It makes his neighbors wonder what it is the aloof man does for a living, but not enough to approach him. Especially when on the rare occasion he is out and about like this he appears to have been put through the ringer.       He accepts that he shouldn’t be out and about like he is, especially on foot, but the library called to him. Its quiet, everyone has their noses in a book or computer screen, and its a large and neutral enough space that he can avoid other patrons. He keeps the visit short and to only a few isles as to not overdo it for himself. He still has to walk home after all. With this same thought, he keeps his pick to two books. Checks them out with no comment from a new young woman at the counter, and is about to make his leave when he hears a recognizable voice.

The hound recognizes this lads face. His attempt to avoid familiarity in a time like this has failed. It’s the usual librarian whom Peders shared only formal greetings and short comments with in the past. This comment came along the lines of mutual familiarity though. He shouldn’t brush it off with a cold shoulder.    “I have had better weeks,” He barely turns to glance at the fellow, his next words laced with dry sarcasm. “Thanks for noticing...” a few beats pass and he acknowledges hes being insolent for very little reason towards this lad and lets a, “sorry,” breaths past his lips. Hes tired and sore but that doesnt mean he needs to take it out on strangers- let alone familiar faces.

@kiantrev​ said:  "It's not often that a ranger would wander into the libraries," Kieran hums, paused in his writing. Sunset was approaching, so he is using up as much of the light to finish his journaling of the day. It was something Erestor had suggested, recording fondest memories as the days go by. "Are you with Estel's company that arrived this morning?" //lotr au? :)))

The sound of a voice amid the quiet rather surprises John, though not due to its mere presence; he has long been taught to retain consciousness of his surroundings, and had already discerned the attendance of another in the library. However, he hadn’t expected to be addressed, instead supposing that the quill and parchment would keep their master well occupied. “I am,” he replies after a moment ( the leader of their company has garnered many names ).

❛  ah, not quite.  ❜  he hums, almost too cheerily, because he knows he will never truly have enough. that cynical, plastered expression that his mask had, he roamed around until he leans his weight on the side of the kitchen counter, prying eyes watching every little movement. some may call mirage obsessive, but was so much more than that.  fingers tap away irrhythmically upon the top, a tilt to his head as his notorious smugness oozes through his mannerisms. mirage is a wolf, and he does nothing to hide it, devouring those he deems an irritation, and taunting those who potentially deserve their lives.  

“These things are pretty user friendly.” The delivery man said. “It’ll walk you through set up and then you’re good to go... Just  need your signature here.” He pointed to a a spot on the paper with his pen. “If you have any issues, there’s the manual, but I really don’t think you’ll need it. Real lucky to score one of these. Pretty top of the line.”

Continued from here.

Grogu and his Jedi Master have come to the little orphanage again, but this time the Mandalorian had been warned of it before he arrived on Yavin IV.

Which means this time he has a plant with him.

It’s a stupid gesture, he knows, but when Grogu goes to play with the other children, the Mandalorian seeks Kieran out with the pot held delicately in two gloved hands. When he finds the man, he thrusts his arms forward clumsily; he’d tried to come up with some sort of preamble on the way, but realised rather quickly that there was absolutely nothing he could say that would make this any less awkward.

So all he says is, “Here.” And then: “It will bear fruit.”

The plant in question is quite plain looking, but true enough, there’re little buds attached to the stems that indicate flowering in a few weeks’ time.

INJURY STARTERS | ACCEPTING