#vvindex

          WHEN GROG DARED most people,  he got that disapproving stare or a stern shake of the head.  Not many were willing to go along with his ideas so Poe’s compliance gave him a ton of brownie points.   “ I reckon we can be sneaky enough. ”  No one would notice his towering figure running away from his bar tab.  He willingly gave up the darts instead moving to fetch his glass of ale, draining down the amber liquid.  “ You’re raising the stakes.  I respect that.  I’m always up for a bit of a challenge. ”  He rubbed his hands together, watching with rapt attention.  This was the only time he would willingly lose at a game because the stakes were bigger than a game of darts.

ROTJ. / @vvindex.

                  ❛     there are no heroics for saving a droid,                   cassian. don’t be so foolish.      ❜

                  they have had close calls. it isn’t the first –––––– it looks like the last. at least, for kaytoo. he is a droid, programmed for operations. there is no room within circuitry for regret, for that human instinct and drive to survive and power through and want to. he did his job as much as he could. with the sound of the incoming troops, it couldn’t always be enough.

gawaine and the green knight aka Young Man Confused By Swinger Culture

"No offense, Kaz, but coming here all the time isn’t a mandatory part of joining The Dregs, is it?” 

Nina’s lips formed a grimace as she took in her surroundings. The Crow Club looked only slightly better than the rest of Ketterdam, and that didn’t say much. As brief a time as Nina had been here, she couldn’t say she saw any place that seemed particularly nice. The inside of the White Rose, maybe, but it was a brothel. It had to be. 

All of this just made her miss the Little Palace all the more. 

“Because if so, I may have to rescind my contract.” Sarcasm lingered in her voice — the Dregs were probably her best hope at surviving until she found a way out of this mess — but nonetheless, her distaste was clear. 

       kaz brekker comes as a thief in the night and steals inej’s breath from her lungs. he’s as silent as the wraith --- her echoing footsteps long since silenced --- and as sharp as one of her knives, strapped to her leg. it almost hurts, the sudden bloom of warmth inside a body so used to dampening things down, and yet inej would keep her hand in the flames for the rest of her life, just to be able to share the warmth with her ice-cold boy, seeping into his darkest corners and reminding him that she’s here. she is his, and he is hers, and now he’s stripping away his armour, inej is going nowhere. dancing over the strewn pieces, and the sharp edges that lie beneath them, is nothing for the girl who dances across rooftops and scales vertical walls.

        it’s worth it, for this. it’s worth it, to be able to touch him. it’s worth it, to have him kiss her.

        many men have touched her, their lips on her skin turning her stomach into knots, no amount of scrubbing enough to wash away how dirty she feels. but kaz...kaz is dirty too, his deeds written on his skin (the deeds she has helped with), and inej wants him to touch her. she wants to feel his lips on hers.

        she wants this. she wants him. all of him.

        her eyes stay open, her hand tightening on the back of his neck; she cannot warm him if he jumps across the room at the first touch. she cannot see him without armour if he pulls it back on straight away.