ashalys

𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. | first order spy oc | #starwarsrp | pan | mv/ms | #rayofsunshine

[ashalys @resiIienced]

𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒.

- Indie Star Wars OC RP account (spy for the First Order, skilled assassin).
- Possible trigger warnings for violence.
- Pansexual (prefers women).
- Writer is 21 (and friendly!) And has seen TLJ.
- RTs appreciated. #starwarsrp

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@ValiantPiIot • | That’s what I suspected. Aww. And here I was, ready to return.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

• | Is this verse still alive?

Waves nervously. Hello...

[ashalys @resiIienced]

Have you ever looked at someone and said to yourself, 'its going to hurt when they leave'? Every time I see you, that's what I... — I don’t allow myself to become attached enough for that thought to pass through my head.

(Yes.) https://t.co/fBJIzmzMxI

[ashalys @resiIienced]

My favorite woman to be intimidated by. Glad to see you back. — My favorite pilot that refuses to be blown out of the sky. It’s good to be back. https://t.co/cZdD8o1hjo

[ashalys @resiIienced]

Glares as well.

“ Failed assassin.. “ — “There’s always a next time.” https://t.co/wHE0Xa5U5K

[ashalys @resiIienced]

Pokes. — G l a r e s. “Scavenger.” https://t.co/KOXyEuNDSN

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@MyFirstOrdcr leaving only tired resignation instead.

“I would kill any of them, General, regardless of age.” The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, she found, but she couldn’t resent him for forcing the answers from her: she would do the same, if their positions were reversed.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@MyFirstOrdcr Ashalys was frozen, limbs locked and chest tight as the General continued his verbal barrage. She wanted to despise him for it, wanted to spring at him and send him sprawling with a punch that broke his nose, but the assassin stayed in place, all the fight bleeding from her and +

[ashalys @resiIienced]

I suppose an explanation for my absence is required: a mission went south. I’ll leave it at that unless you truly wish to know more.

(She doesn’t say that her partner had left her for dead and that she’d had to crawl back to her ship, bleeding out and fighting against fate.)

[ashalys @resiIienced]

I hope you didn’t miss me too much. https://t.co/A7BKppJBIm

[ashalys @resiIienced]

• | I’m...back, I think. Like this if I owe you a response.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

She watches, silent and listless, as people talk and laugh in the mess hall with an ease that she does not understand—there is nothing feigned about their smiles, no edges to their laughter: what do they have to be so happy about?

[ashalys @resiIienced]

She’s lurking, out in the open for the first time in a few weeks. Everything had looked familiar but felt different in ways it hadn’t before she’d returned—it’d made her wary, so the assassin had chosen to shut herself in her quarters after being released from her duties.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope life, a safe haven, a /purpose./“ Would someone like Jyn even understand; was she able to?

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope “Neither did /I,/“ and oh, it hurt, the angry sob ripping itself from her throat, but not as much as being open and vulnerable and weak in front of the enemy.

“Your precious Senate and precious Alliance did nothing to liberate Tatooine from slavery—the Empire offered me a +

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope already.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope Her words struck Ashalys like blows to the gut, quick and dirty, impossible to block or dodge,but she pressed onward.

“What about the families on the Death Star, /Jyn?/ What about the children?” The assassin was going to be sick; she could feel bile inching up her throat +

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope Rebel dog weep over that.” The assassin didn’t have an answer for Jyn’s question besides ‘everyone lies; everyone has a mask they wear for the rest of the world—it’s nothing personal, /Liana/,’ but that was too personal, too petty, and so she was silent.

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope Jyn’s back was a mess of charred flesh, of burns that are branded into her that will never go away—Ashalys’ knees trembled for a second before she straightened up, breath leaving her in a sharp exhale.

“Countless people died on the Death Star as well, but I’ve never seen a +

[ashalys @resiIienced]

@rebellicushope in the other woman’s words?

“What proof do you have?” The assassin asked, dazed, tone bordering on quiet hysteria.