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        ‘ Are you seriously gonna do that every time you see me? ’ This shit really did get old, as far as he’s concerned, about five seconds after she started doing it. 

          a soft chuckle graces his lips, eyes alight with an unconditional FONDNESS as he gazes upon her:  ❛ you’ve much to learn, young one. ❜

But, here it is, dead weight sitting in the palm of his hand. His finger pushes the the activation button and it comes to life right in front of them. He twirls it around like he has seen Rey do it when she is training with Luke. It doesn’t feel right in his possession anymore. He deactivates his lightsaber, but, he doesn’t quite give it back to her yet. “I remember making this lightsaber.” 

yeah well i’m gonna be the favorite when i kill you so suck it, you moof-milker

would malka be force sensitive? i absolutely do think so.

Fists clench at his side, challenge shaking him at his core. It’s bait he blindly takes—anything less than fighting back feels like submission.  “I will enjoy striking down everything you hold dear. I will rip it from your hands one by one, and turn it to ashes. There will be nothing left. Once that point is reachedI will strike you down, too. Nothing but a memory soon to be forgotten.”

                 HAT    SITS,     NEATLY    TIPPED,     blackened   rim   casting   a   shadow   over   bandage     (   GODDAMN   BUTTERFLY   GUY   SHOT   ME   !   ),     over   the   blank   slate   of   hardened   features.    the   hum   of   electricity   is   a   dull   drone   in   ears,    the   licks   of   blue   flame   not   daring   to   scorch   scarred   skin     ;    lasso   coils,    like   a   snake   preparing   for   strike     ––––––     burning   bright,    but    otherwise,    unused.    the   absence   of   recognition   within   flickering   irises   combined   with   the   crooning   whispers    &    hands     ––––––     that   don’t   seem   hesitant   in   their   wanderings   of   toned   chest    /    shoulders      ––––––     of   poppy’s   leads   to   steeled   gaze   on   the   younger   girl,    aim   locking   in   on   target.           ❝        y’threatenin’    the    safety    of    miz   poppy    here,    kid,     &     i    just    can’t    have    that.        ❞          free   hand   is   used   to   draw   his   pistol,    easily   trained   on   the   threat   in   question.           ❝         –––––     i    suggest    ya’    back    up.         ❞          //      @solraised​  asked  for  brainwashed  !  jack.

          (   @solraised   |   starter for mako’s best friend !   )