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#x: one by one she slew her fears and then planted a flower garden over their graves (sarina kaur.)
paramounticebound · 3 years
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Send “mama” to meet my muse’s mother. || @virentis || accepting.
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    “It isn’t often my son allows our lives to intersect.”
For good reason, she knows; just as she’d taught him. Connections are a liability and sentiment could kill him faster than any bullet. This is despite the way she holes herself in her lab, already secured to the upmost, a location that officially doesn’t exist. For Khan, she is a ghost and a memory, but one that has a habit of haunting.
    “You must be Rey.” Sarina doesn’t mention how she knows. She doesn’t mention that she’s surprised he’s kept anyone close as long as Rey. “I’m Dr. Kaur. It’s nice to meet you.”
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heartbae · 6 years
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❛    one by one she slew her fears,    and planted a flower garden over their graves.    ❜
amy rose from sega's sonic the hedgehog.    re-established on december 12, 2017.    written by a rabbit.    heavy video game focus with selective sonic x influence.    ————    previously avidlass.
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paramounticebound · 3 years
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Send “mama” to meet my muse’s mother. || @justanotherdayinthefirstorder || accepting.
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     “I don’t know why you think I can change his mind.” 
Or rather, why she would want to? The First Order did little to comfort her, though she held no warmth for the Republic either. Kamino and its Clone Army had soured any inkling that those who run the galaxy could change. And to know that her son-- biology meant nothing, she had made him, she had written his genetic code nucleotide by nucleotide-- was being hunted like an akk-dog, it was difficult to remain cordial. 
     “Until now, I was not aware he was out of stasis. I can’t help you.”
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paramounticebound · 4 years
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Final tag drop. 
If you want a personal your muse x khan tag, regardless of the relationship, let me know and I’ll add it to this post. c:
Now imagine if I cleaned up my pages too. Lmao.
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paramounticebound · 6 years
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Send “mama” to meet my muse’s mother. || @araethi || accepting.
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     “Who are you?” Broken pieces of the language she had learned under unfortunate circumstances. Voice like shards of glass despite the petite woman it stems from-- accusing, paranoid, and for good reason. The last time she had met a fair skinned traveler donning sword and shield, her child had been stolen along with her jewelry, artwork, silver, and sense of peace. Clutching her bichuwa behind her back, hoping that she will not need to use it; practically imploring the other to simply leave her be.
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