#offadingstars

@feastingsun because you moved dammit

        “Hey...”

           Her voice was little more than a whisper, delicate fingers reaching to cup a copper-bearded jaw, and brush shakily through it.  There was no blood, not yet.  Blasters and lightsabers both cauterized to an extent.  It would come, perhaps.  Perhaps...

       “This was not...your fault.”

           Fingers shifted to is neck, shaking growing worse even as the woman shifted - agonizingly, in so much pain she wished to scream - to rest her head against his shoulder.  Only there did she allow herself to whimper, to breathe in the comforting scent of Obi-Wan’s cloak and tunic.  She coughed, and crimson settled on her lips, the metallic tang of iron filling her mouth.  But she remained there, curled delicately against him.

       “Pr-promise me...you will not blame yourself, Obi-Wan.  It’s not your fault.  Alright?”

           Without waiting for an answer, she lifted her head.  Her vision spun, but she reached for her fading connection to the Force, to meet those stunning blue eyes.  To settle in his arms more comfortably.

       “Kiss me?  I think I’ve earned it, by now.”

how far would he need to fall for that to happen though considering hera probably didn’t raise her kid with any kind of abuse????? and pilot does indeed seem like the best bet.

It was official. He shouldn’t have back sassed the devil. He knew what They could do, what They would do, and still his sudden hubris got the best of him. He’d thought They’d do nothing. (Okay that wasn’t true, he just thought They’d finally kill him. It’d certainly have been more expected. He’d literally taunted them to do exactly that.)

Instead They’d taken a creative liberty and told him he could die here instead. (”bye, bitch.”)

The travel was instant, and immensely nauseating. (Admittedly he’d fallen to his hands and knees and threw up violently the second he was brought there, no control.) They were gone as quick as They’d brought him here, and he was by himself. 

He didn’t have a single fucking clue where he was. It took seconds for him to start hyperventilating. He felt he might throw up again from panic alone. (and he’d just cleaned off his face, it’d have been unfortunate.) This somehow didn’t feel like Earth. The gravity was different. A lot of things were different. What the hell was this?

What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.

Can’t fully explain why I drew this, just figured it’d be cute/funny.

Moo is an angery smol, Kallus is... unsure on why there’s a child rasping at him but he will not be beaten.

Blep battle commences!

Feat. @offadingstars Kallus

aussyn vc: JUST KISS THEM ALL