#ofthestcrs

"Yeah, you." Isabella chuckled slightly, relaxing her shoulders as she scanned over his form where he sat. "Sounds like you need a vacation or something. Just, you know, get away from all the responsibilities you've got." As someone with no relationship and no children, she considered herself lucky that she faced little burn out like others could. It was why she would always check in on her colleagues.

Ren's helm bore down on Kai's.

"No," the totem modulated, shaking itself slowly. Softly, for all its brutality. "I think you'll find we're not, and it doesn't."

He approached her softly, softly as one could tread a minefield. His boots sifted the gravel in a whisper, and Ren whispered to Kai. They could parse each other's minds with their fingers even while she held her fists at her sides and he gripped his hilt.

There was such pain there. He didn't have to sift through the images; it was as strong and certain as the moon and tide. The twenty-five-boned constellation of Ren Prime rattled in his stole. Such pain, such pain.

"You may be able to mask with him." Snoke, the malformed old tumor, fool enough to sit on a throne, to think that distance gave him some advantage. "I know."

Ren, the solid work of shadow that shouldered the meager space between himself and Kai. He knew. His chromium lattice slipped sideways in his study of her, the agile brawn snapping with tension.

"I will never be finished," he said, hand on hilt. Panthering, crunching gravel, black totem boring. "Worthy. I invite you to try and make me either. Bring this all to an end. The Ren. Me."

He sidled around her armored back and felt her entire body compacted with inner suffering yet to be focused and exercised. Kyber rage. Anger was useful for a time, but there could be something more—something the Ren might like to cut its teeth on.

"You can end it right now," the helm hummed. "But you'll have to answer to the Supreme Leader when you do. Won't you?"

@ofthestcrs said:

Ben's lip quirks up ever so slightly before he forces himself to wipe the smug look from his face. He was curious, genuinely about these dreams and he didn't want to stop her from sharing because of his stupid mouth. He eyes her for a second, trying to read her demeanor, but Mirta has always been hard for him to read.

"Yeah?" He hums before taking a seat, patting the spot beside him, "Are they a means for concern?" His head tilted, trying to decipher how to go about the situation without sticking his boot in his mouth as he often did.

Even with her face bare, a sight that few have earned, Mirta's expression remains equally as neutral as the helmet she often dons'. At least until, for a moment, her brown eyes narrow and the corners of her mouth lift with amusement as Ben wipes the smug look off his face without her even saying anything.

She enjoys this, keeping him on his toes.

It's all in good humor though. Despite the reputation her bloodline gives her, and which she's usually happy to use for protection– an extra layer of armor, and just like her mother and grandfather, there is that part of her deep down which is soft, and he brings it out in her more than she likes to admit. Because as soft as she can be, she is also proud and stubborn– wouldn't be her mother's daughter if she wasn't a healthy mix of both.

His questions makes her snort.

"I am no wizard, Solo," she chuckles. "My dreams don't mean anything."

Still, she chooses to indulge him, boot on the edge of the control panel pushing to turn her seat so that it faces gim.

     the quiet that surrounds them is companionable. it always is. there's an understanding between them that was formed long ago, a sort of knowing that enables rey to glance at finn and know whether or not they're thinking the SAME THINGS. now is no different. though they sit silently, watching the stars together in the grass, she's certain their minds wander along similar paths, all at once considering everything that has happened these last few months and everything that has yet to happen. what is waiting for her out there? for both of them?

possibility keeps her up at night. the uncertainty -- the not knowing -- makes it impossible to find PEACE. even in dreams, her mind races with a thousand routes she could take. millions of closed doors seem to stare back at her everywhere she goes. which should she choose? how is she supposed to DECIDE?

He runs his hands up and down the sides of Caleb's body. "You're joking, right? I mean look at you... shit you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And this outfit well it just makes you look perfect."

@ofthestcrs: “i’m not sure how to keep you safe.” from Steve to June

—————-

“What about now?”

Roman shot a humoured pouty pose in the man’s direction, motioning at the camera Caleb brought along with him. The poses Godfrey we’re doing wasn’t like him, but he knew it would slowly bring a smile to the wolf’s face. Which simultaneously made the Upir happy too.

For some dumbass reason, Roman took Caleb out for some shopping, knowing the wolf was irate with this sort of shit, mumbling that he would most likely just wanna stay in bed - Which was understandable for every human being. Godfrey wasn’t keen on letting that happen though, he wanted to make most of the time he had with him, knowing that sooner or later, his bitch of a mother would want to move out of this plagued ridden town. Or try to destroy it, either way.

Shortly after, Roman had been rummaging in some large boxes he found in a small clothing store littered with odd dress up shit, finding a cowboy hat that he made no haste in wearing, and then some more fancy hats and head pieces he placed onto Caleb, alongside a work guitar that seemed to be propped up against the wall, now adjusting a sweet tiara within his large head of curls “You look like a pretty little rockstar princess now” He teased, before finding some loose jewellery buried beneath it all - It was an emerald ring he was fumbling between his long fingers, he pulled on his bottomplump lip before grabbing at Caleb’s hand and sliding it cautiously on his finger.

“I’m not proposing or anything. Just suits you, y’know for the whole cute visage you have going on or whatever” Godfrey shrugged, stumbling on his words, making no big deal but to grow a shit eating grin after making the gesture.

They had taken a break. Eddie was off on tour and Gecko was trying to figure out life as his mother inched closer to her untimely end. Both had too much on their plates so they had let things sizzle out even if neither had really wanted that. Maybe when Eddie got back maybe when Gecko ‘s mother was gone it was all a bunch of maybes. Now that Eddie was back after a year he didn’t know what he wanted what he felt and truthfully he had been avoiding Gecko as he tried to figure that out.