—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯.

star wars rp. she/her. layout by @thirdsights.

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

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CAREGIVER THALIAS.

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[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

thalias feels her cheeks warm, and glances away. talking to her commander about something like this seems…silly?

“it’s…personal. I’ll be alright.”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

//bc I’m on my period and projecting, mid captain djdbdbdh

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

with her new heating pad pressed to her abdomen, she’s curled up in a chair the sanctum’s dayroom, a book and a steaming mug next to her.

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

definitely sweet.

she’s giving him a small smile as she reaches out to take it, nodding.

“thank you, mid-captain…”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

that’s sweet of him…

for now, or forever?

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

probably.

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

if her heating pad could stop dying on her…

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

@springhawksown //hands her over lmao, muse is shaky but she’s here

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

@springhawksown //hey :)

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

thalias hasn’t been watching for too long when the chain snaps, and the impact of it thudding against the ground makes her jump a little. but she isn’t afraid, just startled, and leans into the room a bit, hand against the doorway.

“dryden..?”

[Dryden Vos ✮ ♛ @Crims0nkingd0m]

Loud rhythmic thuds sounded from the training room as the First Light orbited around the moon of Naboo.
Dryden slammed his fists into a punching bag, with each hit letting out a gruff growl.

It had a been a long, tiring day of work, and usually when he was pent up he took his-

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

carefully hiding a heating pad under her shirt.

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

very slow blinking.

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

It doesn’t take long.

He comes back with a carafe and a glass.

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

nibbling on the crackers while she waits.

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

Hands her the tray with the crackers and water.

“Wait here.”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“we definitely have that.”

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

A hum.

“Orange juice helps.”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“I know what it was.”

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

“Did you eat something?”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“…yes?”

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

…

Brings the aforementioned items.

“… Thalias?”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“thank you.”

down on the couch.

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

A nod.

“All right. Stay here. I will return shortly.”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“cold water.”

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

A nod.

“Anything else?”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

“…do we have any crackers?”

[ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ @ExiledChiss]

…

“If you are sure.”

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

//she won’t do it again

[—𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐡'𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯. @THALIASTOV]

//she’s fine she’s just gotten into the edibles