#warfrcnt

              »                𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞  𝐢𝐟  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐬  a  bitter  man,  a  lesser  man,  he'd  be  upset  about  the  fact  that  his  ex  lived  down  the  street  from  him.  maybe  he'd  be  upset  that  she  seemed  to  pop  up  once  his  heart  started  to  repair,  figure  itself  out  without  her,  and  become  whole  again.  but  that  isn't  today,  or  ever  because  quinn  was  the  man  he  was.  patient,  quiet,  even  calm  at  times.  '    dany,  nice  to  see  you.    '  he  opened  his  door  for  her  to  come  in,  like  she  was  expected  to  come  over.  she  was  never,  dany  just  did  as  she  wanted.  maybe  that's  why  he  loved  her  so  much.  '    i  was  just  finishing  up  making  dinner.  i  hope  you're  hungry,  otherwise  you're  going  to  have  to  enjoy  watching  me  eat  in  front  of  you.    '

✴ ✧ ✴ @warfrcnt​

      “𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃, your padawan,” observation is recounted with a small twist of her lips, hands folded together delicately at her waist, “a trait i find i wish more jedi exhibited, truthfully, and one i don’t doubt she inherited at least somewhat from her master.”

                 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬.  so  dangerous  that  padme  knew  ,  she  shouldn’t  be  out  here.  no  one  should  be  out  there.  but  yet..  she  pulled  the  hood  over  her  head  ,  looking  for  more  of  the  demodogs  that  lurked  now  in  the  night.  it  didn’t  make  sense  ,  it  wasn’t  her  reality  ,  but  she  had  to  understand  what  was  happening.  she  had  to  save  the  people  getting  sucked  into  it.  she  had  to  save  them  even  if  they  couldn’t  save  themselves.  watching  the  stranger  ,  the  man  that  was  masked  in  shadows  like  it  was  his  own  uniform  ,  she  knew  that  he  was  in  the  dark.  the  darkness  pulled  him  and  god  ,  padme  had  to  bring  him  out.  without  understanding  it  ,  the  lightsaber  in  his  hand  spoke  volumes  to  how  dangerous  it  was.  everything  screamed  danger  and  yet  ,  padme  persisted.  this  time  he  raised  his  hand  as  if  to  choke  the  other  ,  the  red  in  his  eyes  so  intense  and  she  couldn’t  watch  anymore.  ❛    hey  ,  hey.    ❜  she  pleaded  ,  stepping  in  front  of  him  with  no  regard  to  herself.  her  hands  ,  so  pale  and  delicate  compared  to  him  ,  reached  for  his  face  and  touched  his  cheeks  gently.  ❛    focus  on  my  voice.  please  ,  let  it  guide  you  out.  you  don’t  want  to  do  this.    ❜  his  hand  was  still  so  threatening  ,  but  padme  didn’t  care.  she  just  wanted  him  to  come  back   ━━  no  matter  who  he  was  ,  there  was  something  that  padme  wanted  to  save.

               »                𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲.  theia  didn't  know  where  to  keep  her  eyes  for  too  long  as  it  goes  from  children  to  adults  yelling  when  the  sun  goes  down.  with  the  straps  of  her  heels  hooked  on  her  slender  fingers  on  one  hand  and  a  wine  glass  in  the  other,  she  could  feel  herself  actually  enjoying  this.  huh  ,  who  knew  she  could  do  that  ?  the  sand  felt  nicer  between  her  toes  as  she  realized  how  much  wine  she  had  that  night.  perfect  ,  the  goddess  of  magazines  was  getting  drunk.  on  the  beach  ,  alone.  maybe  this  was  going  to  be  her  forever.  tipping  her  head  back  ,  she  drank  the  very  last  of  her  wine  (  deep  red  like  her  lips  )  when  she  saw  him.  war  crackled  around  ares'  head  ,  anger  and  discomfort  all  wrapped  in  one  ,  and  theia  wanted  nothing  more  to  crawl  into  his  mind  and  understand.  because  ,  even  if  she  was  the  way  she  was  ,  there  was  something  that  wanted  her  to  know  him  more.  to  make  some  sort  of  effort  ,  ❛  army  boy.  ❜  she  called  out  ,  waving  in  his  direction.  ❛  up  for  a  walk  ?  ❜

              »                𝘁𝗶𝗺  𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗯𝗮𝗴  higher  on  his  shoulder  ,  walking  up  the  stairs  to  his  apartment  while  pulling  out  the  keys.  the  jingled  softly  as  he  pulled  the  right  one  out  to  unlock  the  door.  his  bagel  dangled  dangerously  between  his  teeth  as  he  opened  the  door  ,  dropping  his  keys  in  the  little  bowl  waiting  there  and  hung  his  bag  up.  he  could  hear  him  ,  the  crunch  of  chips  from  his  living  room  ,  and  that  usually  only  meant  one  person.  taking  a  bite  from  the  bagel  ,  tim  spoke  with  his  mouth  full.   ❛    you  know  that  you  could  just  call  me  ,  we  could  meet  for  drinks  or  dinner  ,  without  you  ..  you  know  ,  breaking  in.  or  using  the  key  that  i  gave  you  only  for  emergencies.    ❜  tim  pulled  off  his  jacket  ,  tossing  it  towards  where  jason  sat  on  his  couch  ,  and  plopped  his  own  body  down  in  chair  opposite  of  his  friend.  only  friend.  ❛    one  of  the  girls  in  my  office  was  weird  with  me  today.  i  think  she  was  flirting  with  me  and  i  took  too  long  to  notice  so  now  she's  being  mean.    ❜