Feb 18, 2016
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“ you sure about that, poe? ”
“ because i know next to nothing about this pilot stuff. i’m trusting you. ”
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@yavinisms / x
“ you sure about that, poe? ”
“ because i know next to nothing about this pilot stuff. i’m trusting you. ”
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@yavinisms The breeze that filtered through the partially opened shutter carried with it scents of the summer hedgerow, as well as the talk of the village. The young master Dameron himself had returned from abroad, and would be seen by some in a private gathering, and by any who chose to attend the public assembly in the village. Eyes on her work, Rey did her best to tune out the chatter, plying her quill so hurriedly over their bookkeeping that her hand smudged the numbers and she grimaced, glancing up to ascertain the hour, and if it would be permissable to close the shop just yet. Ah, no. The ironsmith was bringing by their order of bands sometime before sundown, and so of course, she would be expected to wait. Brushing the stray tendrils of hair back from her brow and realizing with a sinking feeling that she'd probably just streaked her forehead with ink, Rey got to her feet, untying the heavy apron that weighted down her skirts, and pushed the shutter open further. The setting sun gilded the countryside in hues of gold and amber, and a smile played over her features despite herself. So absorbed was she that the girl didn't hear approaching footsteps til a rap sounded on the shop's broad door.
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my opinion on;
character in general: m a n Poe Dameron what a beautiful amazing cinnamon roll I just want to hug him close to my chest and kiss his forehead and love on him tbh.how they play them: beautifully so !! I really love reading your replies and everything, I think you do an amazing job love! I’ve kind of been admiring you from afar, tbh??? Like I really adore the way you portray him.the mun: You’re lovely and I just <3 <3 Am definitely gonna start bombarding you on im i’m so sorry.
do i;
follow them: y e e e eeeeee.rp with them: not yet !!want to rp with them: yesssss absolutely !ship their character with mine: Not ??? sure yet???
what is my;
overall opinion: beautiful and lovely and all good things wrapped up in one blog!!
“I am desperate, if nothing else.”
sleeping at last.
desperation comes in many forms, she supposes. from her fragile form, clawing for a way to survive, more like a starved animal than a proper human. to this man, so gentle and kind, who masks everything beneath a smile, a joke, a passing flirtation. yet what is he desperate for? everyone adores him, he has friends, he has talent. is that not enough? it’s something she does not understand.
but she supposes even those that seem happiest are masking pain. who hurt you? her eyes say, pleading for answers, brows sagging and lips twisting downwards into a frown. like her, kylo ren had tortured him, gone through his mind, and she wonders if just once had been enough to break him.
hands outstretch, reaching up to hold his face. prickles of facial hair growing back in tickle against her skin. her brows furrow. grip is firm, yet gentle, her eyes staring into his with a burning intensity.
“poe dameron--- you are not alone.”
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she remembers this man clear as day. of course, she had only caught a glimpse of him as he had been transported through the finalizer, but his face stuck with her. such a kind, gentle face bruised and beaten then. yet now, he looks content. he looks healthy. in fact, he did not even seem to flinch when she was found by the resistance and brought to their current base camp. nothing but hospitality radiated from him, and he had placed a bright red jacket around her shoulders.
fear had taken over. navi did not say a word to him, she just bolted away only to be apprehended and escorted to a place where she could be questioned. even then, she kept that jacket held tight to her chest before she wore it. and now she thinks she can thank him.
“pilot,” she addresses him, bouncing on her toes to catch his attention. that jacket he gave her hangs loosely from her thin frame. she’s still regaining weight, but she seems to have a spark of energy. “you. pilot.”
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❛ how VERY far from home you must be , pilot. what brings you to PANDORA ? ❜
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[ sms : poe ] this is exactly why i don’t go out. [ sms : poe ] no, it’s fine, i [ sms : poe ] ...is it the nice pen?
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[[ text -> pie ]]: i’m barefoot rn???? [[ text -> pie ]]: WaIT that makes it better [[ text -> pie ]]: ignore me i am??? hungover