#magicandsciencemuses

❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜ {from Rick Flag} / @magicandsciencemuses  | accepting // sour by olivia rodrigo.

Green eyes blinked,  brow furrowing as she considered his words.   She didn’t exactly like the sound of that,  though she didn’t have a novel’s length amount of friends,  either.   “Having two real friends isn’t exactly a bad thing,”  she tried, brow still furrowed but eyes now looking in his direction.   Pink lips,  usually curled into a grin are curled the opposite way   -   into a frown.   “And...  even if that were true,  you’re wrong.   You don’t have just two real friends.   You’ve....”  And just like that,  her expression lit up - lips now curled into a smile, eyes wide and bright.   “You’ve got me, too!   So now that makes three.   Which, if you ask me, is definitely better than two.  And two isn’t that bad, so in a way, you’re already winning.”

Upon first spying the fabric in the shop, so luxurious to her calloused fingers that she thought she could cry, Rey been overtaken with the impulse to own it. It was pointless, an unnecessary expense that she should have saved for food, or parts for the Falcon. Guilt made her stomach roll when she thought about the credits wasted.

Trying it on alone in the ship, however, her palms skating over the material of the dress, Rey couldn’t find it in herself to truly regret buying it. She deserved something nice, didn’t she, after everything? (And she might have wondered, far in the back of her mind, what a certain person might of thought about it, but she was good at lying to herself about things like that.)

meme im too lazy to link || @magicandsciencemuses​

❝ may i have this dance? ❞ {from Prince Ben Organa-Solo of Alderaan (or wherever cute, very tall princes come from)}

The night had been dull thus far, surely evidenced by the far-off look the young Queen had in her eyes. Obviously, she still pretended to be invested in the event; Arendelle had organized a party of sorts -- but it was more of a political meet-and-greet. It wasn’t Elsa’s idea to organize such a thing, but she didn’t oppose it, either. But there were only so many ass-kissings she could take. Too many princes, kings, and other members of nobility attempting to gain her good graces. Many who had ill-intent that were stopped with a simple gesture. 

Standing on the balcony away from the noise and crowd, the Queen found a few moments of much deserved peace. Eyes were not focused on the glamour of the party, but rather on the fjord and the mountains. In times of stress or chaos, she found the nature of her kingdom her to be much more relaxing than music ever was. Alone on the balcony was a reprieve from what was happening inside the palace. 

❝ May I have this dance? ❞ The question startled the woman, her posture immediately stiffened back to that of a monarch as sparkling sapphire hues danced over the male who was now lit by the moon. She hadn’t seen him before - or perhaps she had, in passing. By his appearance, he was a Prince. Although good with names, Elsa couldn’t match a name to his face. 

The soft music floated in the air around them, the breeze causing long, snow-white locks and elegant sleeves of her gown to dance for a moment before the monarch broke the silence. ❝ Forgive me, but we do not seem to be acquainted. You are ? ❞ 

@magicandsciencemuses​ gets a slightly pre plotted starter. / kylo.

      Of all the faces that she’d expected to see when the hood had been yanked, none too gently, off of her head, the one and only Kylo Ren’s was --  well, actually, it was on the list, just not all that high, all things considered.  As rank as she was certain the First Order might have been with the terms of her self proclaimed retirement, she hadn’t expected she’d have been deemed worthy of a face to face (or mask, in this scenario) meeting with the Supreme Leader’s pet Sith.  Or whatever it was they were calling themselves these days.  She’d rather expected not to see the end coming at all.  A blaster bolt to the brain, end of story.  

“let me take care of you, for once.” 

   It had not been the shouts or the sounds of alarms blaring, the short lived cacophony of blaster fire and the humming zing of the lightsaber deflecting the blasts that had roused her; her slumber had been deeper than any that could have been induced by the medical droids, and nothing that they had done had yet to pull her from it.  It was a Jedi trance, a reflexive attempt to save her life when she’d found herself blasted into the icy and breathless depths of space.  She had not known how long she had slept, only that her mind was not at rest, her thoughts and her hearts tossed on the eddy of the visions, fragmented, broken, the possible futures that scattered across her life, and her son’s, as many as the stars in the sky.  So few that held hope, but hope - hope was the only thing she had left to cling to.  Hope.  For her family.  For her friends.  For their freedom, for their lives - for the future of the galaxy itself.  

    Without hope -- it would all truly be lost.

    The sensation was familiar, as much as her own heartbeat, as much as the ache that Han’s absence had always caused, whether it had been short lived, or permanent. A breath, a sense of life - of fear and pain and sorrow and guilt and somewhere, buried deep beneath all the anger and darkness, the spark of life - of hope, that piece of him that none had been able to quench.  Ben.

    It was the name on her lips as consciousness stirred, a hand raising to press back against the Rebel soldiers that were already charging in after him, prepared to protect her, to stop him.  “Enough!”  As raspy as the command was, there was no denying the force of authority behind it, the rush of energy from her palm creating an invisible divide, even lasting only for a moment, that would force them back.   “Leave us -- “   Her gaze turned, her form barely capable of remaining in a seated position, but she would not falter until they had obeyed.  “He will not harm me.  Go.  Now.”