i am a daughter of shame. i live in the shadows and i try not to bleed on my mother's carpet. my skin jagged and worn as if i have lived thousands of lives in one body. i am flat. i am empty. this is all the world wanted from me.
〝 bored, 〞 she drawls coolly, gaze lingering on the glint of his clipped lightsaber.
she often gets like this after a long, ship - bound trip; restless, her buzzing energy pent up for too long.
brows raise imploringly.〝 feel like you ⇢
Glances down to his nudged shin, then back up towards her, one hand on his belt, leaning against the bar behind them.
" Welcome back, how are you doing ? "
idly tinkering with her lightsaber hilt, music playing softly in the ( definitely not s̶t̶o̶l̶e̶n̶ borrowed ) headphones she dons.
it’s strangely quiet today.