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[kylo-wrecked]

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Ren stared at Asa.

"Enjoy what?" 

He stared harder if that were possible. At her lips, which had become a line. Then her eyes, which had only transferred their message into her pupils, her magnificent dagger of expression.

"Who are you trying to convince? Make your point, Miss Beros. I'm not known for my monk-like patience, am I?"

The ice began to crack, and Kylo Ren had his hand atop the surface, poised to strike at any sudden movement. As a man known for destroying computing systems that predicted outcomes he disliked, Ren seemed to have an endless cache of leniency regarding Asa Beros. Pale and inscrutable as ever, he waited for an answer.

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[acerbusfilus]

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How long had it been? Kylo Ren hadn’t been counting the days -- the weeks. It hadn’t been a month yet. Surely. Surely. Still, he had found ways to keep himself busy, but busy work only lasted for so long. He’d interrogated people with vital information. He’d learned the basics of fixing his own ship -- much to Hux’s surprise. He’d even gotten a compliment for his achievements from Snoke himself, but it had meant nothing to him. A complete 180 from what it had used to mean to him. 

There was this emptiness, this longing, that permeated into every single thing Kylo did. A terrifying blend of both a sadness so deep than it could drown someone and an anger so petrifyingly hot that it would burn anyone in it’s way to cinders. So many villages on planets destroyed by him and him alone. If only for his sanity. His heart that was tearing itself apart now.

Now, he had to face the facts. Seyda was gone. It wasn’t new news but one he hadn’t faced since her departure. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. His body felt like it had been through a thousand battles -- shot by hundreds of blaster shots. The moment he walked into his quarters was a moment that felt like no other. The first thing he noticed was the shattered vase on the floor, wilted flowers among it and the water long since gone.

He remembers when she set it on the counter -- so hopeful for their marriage. The symbolism was worst than a saber to the face. Worst than any physical pain he’d ever endured. He got down on his knees and picked each piece up with gloved hands. Had they not been gloved, the shards likely would have cut into his skin. He let out a painful sob despite himself -- one he felt hard in his chest. Once he was done clearing the wreckage, he tossed it into the garbage bin. How could someone lose so much in so little time?

Perhaps then he could make it right somehow. He couldn’t imagine what he could possibly do, but his bed was too empty. His quarters to dead. Every single detail she had added to their quarters while she was here was gone and all that was left was him. He stormed out of his quarters, not wanting to look at it anymore. He had to tell her. She had to know.

Hux tried to stop him on the way to his ship but Kylo ignored him. He flew off without so much as a word and down to Seyda’s planet. He could see the construction that had begun as he entered the atmosphere. Where there had been green, luscious forests was now the beginnings of a base. It felt foreign, like it didn’t really belong there, but Kylo tried not to think too much about it as he made his descent down to the planet.

He was greeted by some of the royals. Kylo kept it formal and asked for the location of his wife. She was in the gardens, they said. He sensed their anxiety and wasn’t sure why. When he arrived, he made his way through the many kinds of flora in the garden. He turned a corner and there she was. Her back was turned to him. Her laughter filling his ears. She was happy. Happy without him and then in his view he saw another man. Different than him. Stark blond hair and the most blazing blue eyes. Opposite. Even his clothes were a bright shade of blue. The feeling that crept inside of him was one he couldn’t -- no wouldn’t identify.  

He turns away and out of the garden before he can be seen. When someone asks if he found her he tells them no. A liar, but Kylo doesn’t rightly care. He wants to go back to not knowing her. Wanting her. Missing her. If that were a possibility. He walks up the walkway to his ship, prepared to leave when he hears the call of his name. He freezes in place and she dares to say it again. It’s only then that he turned -- faces the woman he thought he could see himself loving, protecting, cherishing.

“What do you want?” He says, hiding every bit of emotion in his voice. He takes so much strength out of him and its dwindling. How long could he pretend he isn’t hurt by this -- by her? Surely, he was about to find out.

[traitoriisms]

@galacticmuses​ liked the starter call

“Uhm ... hello?” Finn had heard there was a woman who made clothes here. The current ones he wore were not exactly suitable for life on the desert planet and so his first step was finding a better way to acclimate to the weather. It’d been dangerous for him to come into this territory, but the other locals weren’t exactly the most welcoming.

“I was told there was someone who could make me more suitable clothes here?” 

[ofthestcrs]

@galacticmuses​ for Tanis

“Don’t think because of where you came from you can just come into my space and start ordering my men around.” Kha’il is not afraid to speak his mind to the woman, despite her feared reputation in The First Order. His own is large enough to at least be on an equal playing ground. After all, there had been times when his superiors had thought him more machine or monster than man.

“You can try that anywhere else and with anyone else, but not here”

[univaersum]

@galacticmuses​ liked for a starter with a Star Wars muse of my choice

Omera had managed to slip her guard for a moment, and stumbled into a shop to hide. When she had left her village with Din all those rotations ago, she had not expected to become the intended of the new Manda’lor. Which meant being followed around constantly.

“I’m sorry,” Omera said without looking up at the probably startled shopkeeper. She had burst into the shop unceremoniously.

“May I hide here, please?”

[ofthemandalore]

@galacticmuses​ liked the starter call

Mando had come to Tatooine for information on a bounty he was working on. That in turn had led him somehow to this quaint little clothing shop. It looked empty and so Mando made sure to take slow cautious steps. He eventually found himself in the back of the small tent and there he laid eyes on something he hadn’t expected to see.

“Mandalorian Armor.” He said to himself. The sound of someone moving behind him made him turn quickly, pointing his blaster at the small woman. She did not look like a mandalorian, nor did she look like someone who could kill and steal the armor off of one, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Why do you have this?” He gestures towards the armor and waits for her response.

[galaxyfightxrs]

“You’re cleared for docking,” came the trooper’s voice crackling over Kehxa’s comms. 

“Acknowleged.” The bounty hunter angled her ship into the hangar and landed softly, switching off its engines. Z-MO2, her droid, beeped off-key. “Don’t worry, Z, we’ll getcha patched up soon as I drag this sack in and get paid.” When she walked off her ship into the hangar, a few troopers stood waiting to help her mover her “cargo” to the officer who’d placed the bounty. On the way to drop off the package, they passed the station’s droid shop and mechanic, and she made a mental note to stop by afterward. One dreary speech about justice and a few thousand credits in her pocket later, she made it back to the shop with her droid. 

“Knock knock, anyone home?” she asked, standing in the doorway. There was a blonde droid tech at a workbench that caught her eye. Beyond that, the place seemed empty of people. “My droid needs some love.” Kehxa held the sad-looking maintenance droid in her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

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[kylo-wrecked]

what crystal are you?

SNOWFLAKE OBSIDIAN

"you are all grit and closed fists. you refuse to let anything in through the cracks of your armor. you would burn the world to protect those you love. the heart of a warrior burns in your chest. and it also weighs your shoulders down. what is the price for being so strong? what have you sacrificed to make yourself feel safe? when was the last time you let someone see your soul? when was the last time you let someone see you and not just the masks you hide behind? not everything must be a fight."

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[preempire-a]

@galacticmuses sent: 👫from my muse Anibi bc she's a shy bean who doesn't take off her helmet/gear either. ► FROM TOUCH-STARVED PROMPTS // 👫 - holds my muse’s hand

The Mandalorian sighed as he finally sat on the ground, resting after a full day of work and pretending he didn’t hear the way his joints creaked. The Razor Crest was a hardy little thing, but that didn’t mean repairs weren’t always a special kind of challenge. If not for the fact Anibi was there to help him, he probably would’ve ended up annoyed beyond all reason at how long it took him to do this on his own (and, subsequently, wasted quite a bit of time sulking).

They’d be finishing the last of the work tomorrow once a special delivery of parts arrived, so for now, the Mandalorian afforded himself a break-- a break that the Child seemed happy to take advantage of, immediately bounding up to him with a pack of jerky he couldn’t seem to open on his own. He opened the packet and offered the kid a piece, which he happily took before plopping his behind onto his lap.

And the Mandalorian pat him on the head, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ for how behaved he’d been today.

As Anibi sat by him, the Mandalorian didn’t question it, turning instead to face her with a small nod of the head. She deserved his thanks too, as she always did every time she brought the Razor Crest back from the brink of destruction, but just as he opened his mouth to say it, he felt a sudden weight over his hand.

Glancing downwards, he remained silent. He wasn’t sure what to say-- frankly, moments like these were few and fleeting in his life-- but Anibi was a friend, and she was a friend he appreciated quite a bit.

So without a word, he returned her grip. And finally, finally, he said: “Thank you for helping me again today.”

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[evertheviper]

@galacticmuses sent: 92. long, dark hallways (from Anibi) ► FROM LIMINAL SPACE MEME

“Do you enjoy listening?”

The voice from behind the door is muffled, but in no time at all, Oberyn pulls it open, and his gaze upon this stranger makes it clear who he’d been addressing. His trousers are fastened, his robes hanging off his shoulders undone, and behind him in bed the woman he’d had for the night is sighing, on her back with her hands at either side of her head and his spend a pool on her belly.

He is done, and if he means to be present later on for his duties, he ought to be returning to his lodgings for the night.

But the shadow beneath the doorway had left him curious, and now he steps out of the room entirely and shuts the door, alone with this stranger in a hall lit only by a few, sparse torches.

“I have to say,” he muses, tying his robe back around himself, “you’re the first woman I’ve ever met to do such a thing.”

[acerbusfilus]

An Arrangement || Kylo & Seyda

@galacticmuses

Ianthea was a small planet that had been off the radar of both First Order and Resistance alike until this moment. Upon locating it and sending some of their people down to check the area, they realized that this measly planet would be a perfect place for a base and thus negotiations were to be set. Little did the First Order know, an unlikely turn was about to befall them.

A few discussions between Hux and the king led to a meeting first between Supreme Leader Snoke and himself, but eventually the Knight and Master of Ren, Kylo, was requested to appear. He did as he was told, obedient to his Master, but then something strange happened.

“They want you to marry the girl. Their daughter.” Snoke says, “And so you shall.”

“But Master-” His voice was cut off by the force, wrapping around his throat like a snake.

“You will do as I say. When we get what we desire, you may dispose of the girl. Maybe make it look like an accident. I do not care. But you WILL marry her.” Kylo fell to the floor as Snoke spoke those words. He held at his neck, gasping air through his mask.

“Am I understood?” Snoke hissed.

“Yes, Master.” Kylo replied.

“Now prepare for the wedding. They expect you to arrive within the next full hour.” Snoke ordered. Kylo said nothing. He merely walked away and out to his quarters. He spent half of his time destroying his room in anger. Forced to marry a princess? Really? His body shook with anger before he walked out of his room and headed for his ship.

A wedding awaited him.

[rebelmando]

@galacticmuses

Janin watched the scene unfolding before her a few moments to be sure what she was seeing, sighed heavily, and swore under her breath in a manner more perfunctory than annoyed. Picking up her pace to a trot, she angled her path to cut across that of the young woman with the curly dark hair.

She smiled at the stranger like she was an old friend, and said mildly without preamble, "Don't look, but there's a man following you about thirty meters back. Human, late twenties, shaved head."

She kept her eyes on the young woman's face, but in her peripheral vision she could see the man had paused to take an unconvincing interest in the window of a closed shop now that his quarry was no longer alone. But Janin knew, with the instincts of a professional, that his attention was still on them.

Fortunately, Janin herself cut a less intimidating figure than she otherwise might, having abandoned her helmet, armor and flak vest aboard ship. This left her in a khaki jumpsuit that rendered her largely anonymous in any city with a spaceport, even with a blaster openly carried at her hip (but only the one -- one blaster could pass as a sensible precaution, depending on the neighborhood, while two said gunfighter.)