ᅠᅠ ‘𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 may guide you like a lighthouse . make you walk and flourish, to be your house and home . that you can lay on tired wooden floors . cherishing the calming embrace .
but do fret . as home can also be a prison . do fret, as my chains may hold you .’
ᅠᅠ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 rain doesn’t pull the trigger of insanity, who will ? she herself ?
unsure yet, strolling the hallways on tipoca city . give her a minute or three .
perhaps a little time without destruction and strategic structures, at a pure place like that did good to him . eased his ways .
“ or do you have any necessities to do ? ” 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .
ᅠᅠ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, ever after, she approved of his silence . even though it made her thoughts grow louder by second .
either way she supposed that was needed &&. if she didn’t get it right herself a little help was always appreciated — — was it not ?
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ㅤㅤㅤhis uncanny outlook kept embers singing in his heart. they would remain such, here, at 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚... but it was often foremost on his mind.
he sat stoic as usual, with a contemplative gaze towards the ground even as Hellena applied her trade upon his wounded flank.
her correctly,
“ if you got the time i’d like you to stay here for the night and the other day, we’ll get quarters ready after the inspection . ”
smiling innocently she still sensed the intention to keep him at home, though it was just a few hours in his busy life .
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"Dark side, light side. I'm on whichever side is paying the most."
: Star Wars OC
: New to Fandom, not new to RP. Like at all.
: Soldier, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, general gun for hire
: Captain of the Hoplon
: 18+, dark themes expected, yada yada yada
: Penned by #Vandal
RT??
ᅠᅠ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 pattered inexorably and stopped the young woman's gaze for seconds, interrupting her late night hours . her optics brushed the dark masses of water outside the facility, scaring her deeply .
“ one day … i’ll set fire to this rain . ”
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