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Flirt with my muse. / NOT ACCEPTING

 door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse .

— @mltaka

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞ Krennic began , as footsteps echoed amidst metallic floors towards the snow outside. A step forth and heavy gusts of wind sent his cape aflutter. Icy terrain resulted in glassy ground and simple misstep cascaded into cacophonous episode. Gloved hand quickly slammed against the wall ( steadying himself ). Gritted teeth squirrelled away relief blossoming within. Just as he took another step — a strangling force held him back. Scarlet tint formed against cheeks and ears , horrified Sapphire eyes widened as he noticed his cape stuck betwixt the door. Petrified gasp and gazes lagged behind. Ringing silence mingled along with chilly air.

❝ What are you standing there for ? ❞ Krennic snapped at the Lieutenant , turning redder by the second. ❝ Move ! ❞

     which is likely why he hasn’t found anyone to do anything with , and taken on a training dummy instead , throwing punches and kicking out at it , sending it rocking back and forth . Poe doesn’t have any missions slated for today , and he can easily spend a good chunk of the day in the training rooms themselves , but he stops after an hour or two , grabbing a towel and wiping his forehead , as well as picking up water and walking . 

     a spherical droid follows him , beeping , black and orange as it keeps pace with him , talking to him and fixing a dark lens on his form as it trills . “ mhmm , I think I did better than usual too , BB . you’ve been keeping track of my spars , haven’t you ? ” there’s a flurry of beeps in answer , and he smirks as he drinks his water , the towel slung around his shoulders and resting over his bare chest . the regulation black tank-top was forgone a while ago , if only because he had practically sweat through it .

     “ at least I know I’ll be in top shape if I ever get forced to land and have to take on hand to hand combat . ” he snorts , sipping a little and glancing upward in time to skirt around someone , his posture tensing a moment before he relaxes . it’s a face he’s seen before , but nearly all the officers -- including himself -- knew one another in some form or another . he’s unfortunately the one that most know as a hotheaded handful of a Commander that’s lucky he hasn’t been reconditioned . 

     “ Mitaka , ” he says , and offers a dazzling smile to the other dark haired man . “ what brings you to the training rooms ? ”

@mltaka​​​ » incoming com:   [Stare] Be caught staring at my muse’s scar / academy verse 🥺 | accepting

  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄  stems  not  from  lingering  eyes  but  from  the  memory  of  how  the  𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝  mark  had  been  left  upon  his  skin.  Green  eyes  draw  away  from  the  fixed  gaze  of  his  peer,  feeling  like  an  insect  beneath  a  𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞,  while  ever  aware  of  the  unveiled  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍  in  his  companion’s  eyes.  No  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  fell  from  his  pursed  lips.  He  was  certain  that  he  could  form  them  if  he  wanted  to,  the  memory 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝  in  the  dark  parts  of  his  mind  like  the  shambles  of  his  𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  childhood.  And  yet,  he  knew  that  he  did  not  have  to  speak  for  the  other  boy  to  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡    an  understanding.  If  anyone  knew  the  morose  reality  of  his  battered  body’s  𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒,  it  was  Dopheld.  They  had  grown  up  𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞  each  other  in  infancy  and  were  reunited  in  childhood  once  more,  as  their  families  navigated  the  𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐲  waters  of  the  dying  empire  together.  Dopheld  knew  what  kind  of  man  Armitage’s  father  was.  What  he  was    𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  of.  

  Teeth  sunk  into  a  plush  lower  lip  as  sage  eyes  rose  from  the  𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝  steel  floor.  A  nonchalant  gaze  fell  upon  the  face  of  the  dark  haired  youth.    ❝  We  should  go  to  dinner  before  it’s  too  𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.  ❞      His  voice  still  and  level,  void  of  the  cold  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  fear  that  had  washed  through  his  veins  a  moment  ago.  The  phantom  pain  of  the  𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  sensation  on  his  skin.  No.  He  could  not  fall  victim  to  the  weak  parts  of  his  mind.  The  only  way  to  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞  was  to  grit  your  teeth  and  move  forward.      ❝  Come  on,  let’s  hope  it  is  something  decent  today.  ❞

“Note that while the Galaxy struggles to find a freedom, it’s only a short matter of time before they come crawling back to a sense of order. They may not find their newfound freedom is worthwhile.”

con: might be drunk the whole time. probably tries to wear that dumbass cape in bed.

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

“Not pretty, huh?”

Maybe she’d exaggerated a bit. Under-emphasized others. Her peoples’ biology isn’t a secret, exactly, but a little bit of misdirection saves a lot of dissection.

Tell me what you like about my portrayal!

“Achilles wished all Greeks would die, so that he and Patroclus could conquer Troy alone.“ — Hannibal Lecter (whoever wrote this, pls. I love)

This line was what set it off ahahaha xD. I’m heavily inspired by Hannigram and The Song of Achilles, esp for Galennic. Hamartia (fatal flaw) is abused liberally when it comes to Krennic and I made it a challenge to portray him as something other than this 1-dimensional meme gremlin in Rogue One (ILY Ben but they did you dirty there). There’s a lot of delicious Greek tragedy allegory to exploit here and I can write essays about it.