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leave me your stardust. ( leo )

            at her smile, his widens to an impossible degree, lips almost cracking with its intensity. he licks them, sucks them in for a beat before huffing out a genuine chuckle, elbow being extended outwards as if he were offering her a hook she could latch arm into. body bows slightly, nod given before it rights itself to its previous position. the mixed feelings of before seem to settle now, dregs falling to the bottom of his glass. he feels free, shackles of panic and fear of the unknown suddenly dropped, shattered. it makes lungs work easier, inhales and exhales less shaky, less damaged.                                                                since his arrival, this is the first time he’s felt whole.

             ‘ well then, to the kitchens! everyone knows me there, don’t worry. i’ll get you the good stuff just you wait and see, princess. you’re hunger woes will be forgotten! ‘ he gestures with his head, a short jerk in the direction of the door. the outside of this sanctum will no doubt harbour incessant stares, whispers and judgmental minds whirring to life at the sight of their newest addition. he steels himself, even as light radiates from his being, for a battle against the hoard. he will protect her from these vultures. he’ll make sure she’s treated right. going from one bad place to another isn’t exactly what the resistance stands for.                                                           ‘ after you? ‘

        there is hesitation clear on her face, eyes wide as she stares at the door, then at leo, then back to the door. a sharp inhale, hands clenching at her sides and she creeps towards the door as though she’s expecting to be jumped any moment. it slides open for her, she’s back outside. the sun is warm but she feels like it blinds her, leaving her blinking in disorientation for a few moments. and she’s quick to follow after leo, keeping close, her eyes focusing on one of his hands, contemplating.

        she reaches out, slowly, slips her hand into his palm and squeezes.

        there are whispers, of course, from those they pass. a young woman, fresh out of the first order, looking as though she’s been starved and beaten but still alive, now walking among them as if nothing was wrong. they’re wary, of course they are. navi is a ticking time bomb. one wrong move could set her off and leave most of the camp destroyed and people dead.

        the smell of food makes her nostrils twitch. stomach rumbles, but there’s also nausea. it got to the point on the starkiller base and the finalizer that she had only been fed enough to keep her alive. shakes, light-headedness, weak limbs be damned. perhaps they had been looking for more reason to punish her, knowing lack of sustenance would hinder her ability to fight and train. not only that, but sometimes they’d slip things into her food. she thinks this part is against kylo ren or the supreme leader’s orders, but she remembers multiple times eating a meal given to her and ending up seizing, practically choking on her own vomit. poison her food, it’ll be funny.

        no wonder she’s paranoid to eat anything now. what if this resistance treats her the same? leo is kind enough, she feels an attachment already, but she can’t make final judgments yet.

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when your smol muse is protective of her much larger (or smaller) friends and she’s just like (ง •̀_•́)ง

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maybe.../accidentally/ ghosts his lips against her own--

        the sensation is unfamiliar, his face is so close and he’s not showing any signs of moving even after the touch of their lips. she’s seen people around base of all genders, all races, exchange similar gestures. generally more than just a brush, a sign of romantic affection and occasionally something exchanged between two platonically bonded beings. a kiss. is he being shy? is he toying with her? clear is as confusing to her as he is vulgar, crass, and loud.

       heat rushes to her cheeks regardless, head cocking and eyes bearing a question. why? a hand lifts, fingertips teasing against her painted lips, then shifting to touch his.

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“We are infinite as the universe we hold inside.”

sleeping at last.

        moons, planets, stars, galaxies. black holes and nebulae, supernova and the silent howl of the planets dotted across the galaxy as she knows it, and beyond to the universe. when she sleeps, outside of the nightmares and terrors that torture her mind, she hears the whispers of the worlds beyond, the stars calling to her. come home. and she is tempted, each time, to join them in peace. take a ship in the dead of night and fly off into oblivion. she would die like that, but without fear. the thought brings her a sense of calm.

       “then it... would be easy,” she says slowly, trying to find the proper words, “to get lost in ourselves.”

       tone slightly questioning, fingers lifting to push hair behind her ear. “to never fully understand others, if all we see are the stars in their eyes.”

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“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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Sleeping at Last (Atlas) - Starter Sentences

Sun

“Our universe was clothed in light.”

“I guess space, and time takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.”

“We are the dust of dust.”

“We are infinite as the universe we hold inside.”

“Let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.”

Mercury

“Only streetlights notice me.”

“I am desperate, if nothing else.”

“God knows, I am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.”

“I’ll go anywhere you want me.”

“And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.”

“Somehow, all of this mess is just an attempt to know the worth of my life…”

Venus

“The night sky once ruled my imagination.”

“I thought I’d never find you.”

“At first I thought you were a constellation.”

“You’re as beautiful as endless, you’re the universe I’m helpless in.”

“Like a telescope, I will pull you so close 'til no space lies in between.”

“I was a billion little pieces 'til you pulled me into focus.”

Earth

“I put it out of my mind.”

“'Til the sirens sound, I’m safe.”

“There was an earthquake.”

“We folded our hands and prayed.”

Mars

“We left our date of birth, and our history behind.”

“We were full of life, we could barely hold it in.”

“Though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.”

“They’re calling off the war.”

“Our nights have grown so long.”

Jupiter

“Just a secret under lock and key until then.”

“While collecting the stars, I connected the dots.”

“I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.”

“Make my messes matter.”

“Make every little fracture in me shatter out loud.”

Saturn

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.”

“How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.”

“I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen.”

“The universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.”

“How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.”

Neptune

“And I felt empty handed.”

“I patched up every leak that I could.”

“Stitch by stitch I tear apart.”

“If brokenness is a form of art, I must be a poster child prodigy.”

“I’m only honest when it rains.”

“I want to tell you, but I don’t know how.”

“I want to love you…”

Pluto

“I woke up from the same dream: falling backwards, falling backwards.”

“One day I had enough of this exercise of trust. I leaned in and let it hurt, and let my body feel the dirt.”

“I rebuild when I break down.”

“So show me where my armour ends, show me where my skin begins.”

“The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.

North

“We will call this place our home.”

“Let the years we’re here be kind.”

“A little broken, a little new.”

“With each year, our colour fades.”

“Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.”

South

“Some truths, over time, can learn to play nice. Some truths are sharper than knives.”

“Some truths can save us.”

“I lost touch of who I am and who I was.”

“No matter what category you fit into, truth’s got its sight set on you.”

East

“I set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.”

“No mountain dare stand in my way, even the oceans tremble in my wake.”

“The tide is brave, but always retreats.”

“The years wore on and changed my heart.”

“Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.”

“But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.”

West

“Let’s just say we’re inches apart, even closer at heart, and we’ll be just fine.”

“Another pin pushed in to remind us where we’ve been.”

“We’ll be just fine. I know that we will.”

“Time moves slow when half of your heart has yet to come home.”

“I can’t get you out of my mind.”

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aesthetic: navi suplexing men like twice her size.

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the cruelty of the beast. ( kylo ren )

「  the dark knight ƒℯ ℓ ℸ the presence he was well used to, finding himself smirking at the thought of intruding her mind once more. it was at circumstances like the one facing with the woman, that he regained the confidence usually beaten down by his superiors or mates. to many he was just a puppet. a man with no conviction. a soldier that did not belong to this side of the battle. a warrior that would never be able to inject terror through people’s veins. but she was the clear proof they were wrong. all of them were wrong. yes. α ℎ, the sweet scent of ʜᴇʀ hitting his nostrils through the filtered air that went in through his mask. he could swear his pupils were dilating from all of the thoughts that a simple scent could put through his mind.

his hand was held out before the figure, scanning it from head to toes, as he towered the poor girl with his own magnificent stature, trying not to intrude into her thoughts too soon. this was meant to be saved for special occasions. a light chuckle left the safety of his lips. an immediate response came from her. quite unexpected. ❝ my beautiful child, what has happened to you ? thought i’d lost you forever. i was…❞ he paused for a couple of seconds, adding a spark of drama to the lines delivered. ❝ quite disappointed to see you go. to leave your master behind. have you missed me ? ❞  」

        before him, she feels so small. the heat from tension around them is stifling, but she still feels a chill over her skin. have you missed me? and even she has to wonder that. when she left, when she ran with a trail of dead stormtroopers in her wake, she thought of returning. because he was all she knew, he is the only reason she is as powerful as she is now. the supreme leader gave him the orders, but he was, in the end, the one who trained her and carried out most of the torture while snoke ( just thinking that name makes her sick ) would inflict the inner wounds, seizing muscles and insurmountable misery. what a sick, sad story. a broken woman who had thought of returning to the grasp of the very person who caused her so much pain. yet one that may just resonate with many.

        “do not--- call me that,” voice clipped, breathing hard. there is a conflict on her face, eyes burning as tears threaten to spill over. a MAELSTROM of force energy swirls about her, but it does little to him, she knows. in the end, he has the upper hand. he has much more experience. he could put her down like a wild animal if he so pleased. after all, what more is she than a lost, wounded beast?

        feet are unsteady as she backs away, nearly tripping more than once. the blaster at her hip will do little to him. not when he could stop a shot with pure force energy, not when he could brush off the pain and use it instead to fuel his own power. she’s nauseated. looking at him, into that helmet ( and, oh, she’s seen his face --- the face of a human man, a face far too sensitive and she had been sympathetic once, attached once ) sends her into a panicked fury. and she charges, lips curled back to bare teeth and eyes wild.

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accursed child. ( of ren )

So much for that idea. She drew her saber, not activating it, but left it in hand for whatever last moment she could wait until. 

The Force was… incredibly strange around the other. It warped, bubbled and shrunk and grew at once, to the point where Ming Long wasn’t sure there was a person behind that energy. 

Focus, would you? Eyes trained towards the source and she bent down low into a more appropriate saber wielding stance. I don’t want to hurt you. No, more accurately, I don’t want to deal with you. But she had made it this far into the base already; it hardly seemed right to back out now.

        a long stare is given. eyes focus on the blue blade of that saber, as if mesmerized, but her eyes snap to the woman’s face again. navi is terrified. sickness twists in her gut. while she knows she could take on this woman on her own if only for a short while, she could be easily overwhelmed. the base could not be breached further. navi will have to tell the general. they will have to move locations.

        wrist spins, fingers stretching, there’s a crackling sound as a tree seems to snap in two and begins falling towards them. navi stumbles back, just enough that she’s not crushed beneath the tree and the large trunk separates the two women. she leaps onto it, her movements feline-esque.

        you’re not a killer anymore, a voice says to her, but she does not recognize it. “go,” she croaks, “and you will live. tell ren that fs-5310 sends her regards.”

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WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: spices, like on an exotic meal. it hits your nose, makes your nostrils tingle pleasantly. HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ): often times, when she sleeps, she’s curled up into a tight ball. a fetal position, if you will. knees to her collarbone, arms wrapped around her legs or curled up against her chest. always on her side that lets her face the door, paranoia creeping up on her many nights and refusing to let her get a proper night’s sleep. should anyone enter, she’d be able to see them. her schedule is erratic, never getting more than two or three hours, but upon her arrival to the resistance she’s been getting a bit more. it shows, her eye bags beginning to fade and face looking less gaunt. WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: folk stuff, mostly. soft things with beautiful instruments and meaningful lyrics. HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: not too much time, at first. it’s like clockwork: get up, shower, get dressed, eat, brush teeth, brush hair, go. once she discovers makeup, however, thanks to a few women on base introducing her to it, she spends a bit longer to at least apply lipstick, eye shadow, and eyeliner. FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT: she collects different parts from abandoned and irreparable droids, often taking the most colorful parts and keeping them in a box in her quarters. no one really knows why she has them, but there may just be a specific reason. LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: ambidextrous. FAVORITE SPORT(S): martial arts, ice-boarding. FAVORITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING: try every kind of food she can and watch the wildlife. she’ll grow into a “people person” and talk to any locals she may find interesting, but she’s more focused on the other parts of different cultures and wildlife. it brings her peace. FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER: the rain, thunder and lightning crackling overhead. she often times just stands out in the downpour, letting it soak her skin and hair and clothes. it makes her feel alive. WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE:  pain. perhaps not obscure, but her fear of pain comes entirely from six years of torture and conditioning. imagine a situation like pavlov’s dogs, only instead of doing something and getting a reward, she does something (considered bad or wrong) and her quote-unquote “reward” is pain. there’s still a lot of beliefs instilled within her from her time with the first order, and for a long time when she first joins the resistance she’s reclusive and terrified of everything, barely eating and vomiting up the contents of her stomach even if it’s just water because she’s working against snoke and kylo ren and all the people that put her through intense agony. THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: you know the one where you use a water gun and spray at a target and whomever gets their plush to the top first wins? that one. also arcade game is probably fuckin’ DDR or whatever star wars equivalent.

let's do a weird headcanon thing.

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accursed child. ( of ren. )

That was hardly a good sign. Pebbles at her feet floated into the air, circled around the two women, leaving her trapped inside a vortex of energy and debris.

Right hand found her way to her hip, hand on the pommel of her saber. She didn’t dare draw out her weapon yet, not until she knew the other wanted a fight. Another option was to subdue her, bring her back to the Order that she so vehemently hated. But if she could find a way out of this…

“I suppose it’s useless for me to just try to walk away.” A useless question, but one she had to ask regardless. 

        she could scream. SCREAM to alert the base that the first order were here. at least one of them. and despite her six years of training, her potency with the force beaten into her to the point where she was ruthless and merciless, because losing meant more punishment ( even away from the SUPREME LEADER, from KYLO REN, from that disgusting GENERAL, the fear still lingered ), this woman before her had a light saber and twice her experience.

        the air around them is deathly quiet. the vortex of stones keeps her within a tight circle, keeps her from running. fingers twitch, flex, a bloody red glow crawling along her hands, her forearms.

        “you will pay,” she says, voice raspy, “you, and all of the other first order dogs---”

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                                      If you step out that door… you are an Avenger.

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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.”