#unitatis

“Unitatis” monument in Schengen, Martin Rehrl

@unitatis : ❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

ballroom dialogue prompts.

“ All the more reasons then. “ Pearly white teeth glimmered under gentle light as he eyed the prize they seek. Fingers drummed against tempered glass. Sable gloved hand clasped the younger man’s shoulder firmly. “ Tell me, Admiral. Have you much experience with women? “

@unitatis​ said: ❝ tell me that you love me . i want to hear it ! ❞ / some drama perhaps?

                  Teal   hues   glued   to   the   man   before   him.   He   could   feel   the   anger,   the   dread,   and   the   desperation   in   the   question.   It   made   his   heart   skip   a   beat.   A   demand   that   threw   him   off   guard.   Not   necessarily   in   a   bad   way,   but   for   him   to   come   to   his   realization.   There   was   something   more   here.   Something   that   he   couldn’t   comprehend,   and   maybe   didn’t   want   to   believe.   It   was   all   because   Kanan   had   to   go   back   for   him   on   that   ship.

            All   of   this   was   just   a   dream.   It   had   to   be.   This   man   was   to   be   his   enemy.   He   was   an   Imperial.   He   sided   with   The   Empire.   The   soul   thing   that   darkened   the   Republic.   A   reason   for   the   death   of   his   Master...   of   many   friends.   Yet,   Kanan   stood   before   him   with   a   rather   blank   look.   His   heart   hammering   in   his   chest,   expression   changing   to   a   mix   of   hurt   and   softness.   This   man   shouldn’t   have   an   ounce   of   his   kindness,   but   alas...   

               “   Look,   Adan...   I   don’t...   ”   teal   hues   closed   as   he   took   in   a   deep   breath,   and   let   it   out   slowly.   Eyes   snapped   open   after   a   few   seconds   of   silence.   The   Force   around   them   was   thick,   tightening   at   his   own   throat.   That   was   Kanan’s   own   fear,   “   What?   You   want   me   to   tell   you   that   I   love   you?   This   isn’t   enough?   Being   here   where   I’m   putting   my   life   on   the   line,   risking   everything   just   to   be   with   you?   That   I   haven’t   turned   you   into   the   Rebellion?   Betray   you?   Stab   you   in   the   back?   That   proves   nothing   to   you?   ”

               Breathe.   The   anger   started   to   swallow   him.   It   was   time   for   him   to   count   backwards   from   three   in   his   mind,   and   breathe   slowly.   An   argument   would   lead   them   nowhere.   He   has   been   in   plenty   with   Hera   and   the   point   never   got   fixed   by   it.

     this job is whatever can get him credits , and that’s what he’s been telling himself for years , ever since he started his smuggling runs in the first place . he never wanted to be on any sides , and whichever one paid him , he did the job for . sometimes it was weapons for the Resistance , sometimes it was parts for the First Order . either way , he got paid in the end and kept his head down , and stayed a neutral person . there was no way of tracking what he did , he was just ... good at it . no way for either side to know his tie-ins and deals . it kept his head on his shoulders , and kept him  in one piece . it paid , that’s all that ever mattered .

     a brow arches , and he adjusts the hat on his head , marching off the ramp and coming to a halt in front of none other than Varn and his lackey little stormtroopers that were guarding him . not that Poe was one to ever pull a fast one , except at the moment , he’s wearing a stolen First Order officer’s uniform , and he reaches up, tilting the hat and smirking . “ Admiral, ” he coos . honestly , it’s a joke more than anything . “ found this little getup on a nearby world , someone was trying to peddle it . I think it fits , don’t you ? ” there’s a wink from him , and his hands smooth down the front of the jacket .

the voice was soft, casually spoken. but under its meticulous layers, its orator begged for the general’s attention. to which he had his undivided debate. still, he was intrigued by the ADMIRAL’s choice of words, the faint notes of.... jealousy?

 ❝ ADAN, they are all but starstruck. DESPERATE to be noticed. you’re fool to think i would regress in my choice of partnership and who i take to bed. ❞ his own voice, heavy but determined. it made the DENONIAN’s heart leap and skip but a single beat. so short and still. enough to render VEERS breathless. ❝ there’s no other that could replace you. ❞ he said, sealing his statement with a heated kiss.

       ‘  varn!  ’  echoed  her  voice  through  the  grand  halls  of  her  palace  before  the  sound  of  her  heels  clicking  against  the  marble  floor  could  be  heard  by  everyone  but  her.  loyal  handmaidens  trailed  behind  the  queen  as  she  disrupted  whatever  conversation  the  admiral  seemed  to  have  been  holding  with  an  officer,  constantly  WARY  of  whatever  dangers  he  or  his  men  may  possibly  inflict  on  their  queen.  ‘  were  you  the  one  that  ordered  your  men  to  occupy  the  school?  ’  the  queen  skipped  the  pleasantries  upon  reaching  him,  clearly  furious  at  him  with  what  he  had  done  to  her  home.  ‘  the  stormtroopers  are  scaring  the  children.  i  forbid  you  from  TAINTING  my  children  with  your  disgusting  propaganda. ’