seesgood: caroline forbes
she’s spent the better part of the day studying him. looking for cracks. weaknesses. something to tug at, something to unravel — and he has none. which puts her at even more of a disadvantage than she already is. but given that she’s already on his ship, that he was almost certainly sent by her father — and most certainly sent by the empire — she already knows what her fate will be once the ship docks. his type doesn’t respond to begging. the bounty on her head is worth more than the total of credits she has to her name to bargain with. her best chances are to either annoy him until he kills her himself, or pray to whatever forces in the galaxy might be listening that he has some semblance of humanity inside of him. ❝ it’s my father. ❞ she states, voice sounding rough from the past few hours of not using it. and then screaming before that. some begging. a few sobs. but now it’s devoid of anything, and she takes care to ensure that her gaze doesn’t waver for his. ❝ the one who placed the bounty? it’s my father. i figured if you’re going to do this, you should know what you’re doing. ❞ she pauses, swallows before continuing. ❝ he probably told you some story about wanting to reunite. about how i was his little girl and i was…corrupted by the rebellion, or something, right? — it’s not true. he thinks i have information. ❞ this time, she does look away, eyes drifting towards the darkness outside. she hates open space. ❝ have you ever been tortured? ❞ / @klarsynt + its psychological warfare bABY
this is what he does. he was raised in it, molded and crafted for nothing else. he doesn’t ask questions. he leaves no trace. he works with efficiency and forgets the job once it’s done. and with this particular assignment, it should be relatively easy and simple to do just that. except this woman is causing more of a fuss than he might have expected. he is no fool, he could sense falsehood and selfishness in the words of the client. but it isn’t his job to notice those things. he isn’t paid to have a conscious. emil doesn’t make any outward reaction while she speaks. he probably should have put a gag on her but he didn’t think he would need one. she’s a lot more stubborn than she looks. emil turns his gaze away from her to check something on the navigation monitor when he speaks ❝ yes. ❞ he has the scars to show for it. he imagines she must to if she’s bringing it up. a slow breath is drawn in as emil returns his attention back to his captive. ❝ do you? ❞ he questions before elaborating ❝ have information. ❞ head tilts to the side before he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. his hands lightly clasp together as his gaze studies her for several long moments. ❝ if you do, you might as well give it to him to avoid said torture. ❞ muscle in his jaw tightens then relaxes then flexes again before the tension is released altogether. ❝ republic, empire, rebels—it’s all the same in the end. nothin’ out there is worth anything to common folks. ❞ he doesn’t know why he is telling her these things other than the idea he genuinely doesn’t think she should be working herself into such a mess. whatever her father wants her for, she might as well give it to him and then get the hell out of there. no cause seems worth this kind of trouble.
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ofthclight·: princess leia organa
her feet skid to a halt when she turns the corner and sees the tall man standing there. nay — leaning. casually. as if he has not a single care in the world and as if he’s simply been waiting for her the entire time. her adventures have become increasingly more difficult since mother and father hired him. every time she thinks she’s managed to best him, he’s there. a huff leaves her as leia rolls her shoulders back and stands tall. ❝ you’re not very good at this. ❞ he let her slip out of her room without noticing, even if he did catch her before she could leave the grounds. although…she’s starting to wonder if she managed to sneak away, or if he let her sneak away. and the thought alone is enough to make her face pinch in irritation. / @klarsynt· + rip emil
❝ uh-huh, ❞ he hums neutrally, unimpressed with her assessment. he learned very quickly that with leia one must use compromises. if he made it more difficult for her to slip away from her chambers, it would only strengthen her determination. there is an unrelenting stubbornness in this girl he is sure will be useful for something one day. right now, it’s a nuisance. ❝ alright kid, i can either escort you back now or i take you wherever it is you’re trying to sneak off to this time, ❞ he presents her options. it helps to give choices. most people get a little less ruffled when they’re allowed to get some of what they want. ❝ either way, you’re not gettin’ any further than this alone. ❞ and he is certain she would still try if there was a way to get past him. luckily, he still has the advantage of stature. god only knows this will get worse in her teen years if she doesn’t grow out of it.
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MAGNOLIA CASTILLO SENTENCE STARTERS
❝ what does ‘happy’ feel like? ❞
❝ i think the real ‘monsters’ are the ones who create the monstrous things. ❞
❝ broken things aren’t always ruined. ❞
❝ healing isn’t always about putting yourself back together the way you were. it’s about making something new out of the pieces that are left. ❞
❝ they stole my voice. this is me taking it back. ❞
❝ dying isn’t so bad…it’s the leaving. going away when you haven’t really even gotten to do anything yet. ❞
❝ quiet. the ghosts are talking. ❞
❝ i think sometimes, some people are just meant to carry pain. ❞
❝ i’m not sure what love is supposed to feel like. i’ve never really had it before…but i know i feel good with you. warm. like home. ❞
❝ there are some things worse than death. would you like to see them? ❞
❝ you can get used to any pain. but loneliness, that’s what makes you break. ❞
❝ the only thing that saved me was me. ❞
❝ i didn’t survive…i just didn’t die. there’s a difference. ❞
❝ please stop lying i’m trying to think. ❞
❝ i’ve always been at home among the haunted things. ❞
❝ the world is too big. and i don’t know how to be in it anymore. ❞
❝ i’ve seen what ‘bad’ looks like. you’re one of the good ones, trust me. ❞
❝ i think i’m afraid to heal, because that means i can be broken again. ❞
❝ there is good in the world. i know there is. i just don’t think i get to have it in my life. ❞
❝ you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them. ❞
❝ everything in nature is about balance. i think the spiritual world is like that too. maybe, if my life is so filled with darkness and hurt, someone else out there is getting nothing but light and warmth. someone who deserves it. ❞
❝ i don’t want to hide anymore. ❞
❝ sometimes it’s easier to believe there’s something wrong with me. it’s easier than if i didn’t deserve all those things and people knew that and chose to hurt me anyway. that just seems worse somehow. ❞
❝ you have a very messy brain. ❞
❝ do you think the moon gets lonely? ❞
❝ when i was little i used to believe fairies made it rain. i think i just wanted the world to feel magical. ❞
❝ people always go away. even if they don’t mean to. no one stays. ❞
❝ anything can be a cage. ❞
❝ at least, no one can touch my soul. that’s mine. that will always be mine. ❞
❝ time doesn’t speak to me. ❞
❝ embrace your chaos…hug your demons. ❞
❝ there are things you can never forget once you know them. ❞
❝ don’t go poking around this stuff…it pokes back. ❞
❝ i just live in each second as it comes. that’s all i have. ❞
❝ the only thing we can really control is ourselves. but there’s a power in that. only you get to decide what kind of person all the hard things turn you into. ❞
❝ i feel like i don’t know much of anything anymore. ❞
❝ a body is just something you’re stuck inside. it’s not really you. just a place to stay for a little while. ❞
❝ i don’t know why people like to hurt me. they just do. ❞
❝ i killed him but, now there’s a mess. ❞
❝ i want to help. please? i just want to do something good. ❞
❝ i’m not very brave. or strong. i broke. they broke me…but i’m still here. ❞
❝ i got blood on my dress. i really like that dress. ❞
❝ there are so many secrets in my head i never asked for. ❞
❝ i’m in here. i’m inside this body. there’s still a person in here and it’s mine. it’s my body. i’m tired of so many people acting like it isn’t. ❞
❝ i don’t really sleep much anymore. but it’s okay, someone has to keep the moon company. ❞
❝ i’m so angry. it’s always there. but if i let it out i’m afraid i’ll never stop. ❞
❝ i didn’t think i’d still be alive by now. i’m not really sure what to do now that i am. ❞
❝ everyone’s a little bit broken. but it’s okay. broken things can be pretty too. that’s how mosaics are made. ❞
❝ i don’t want anyone to hurt the way i’ve hurt. no one deserves that kind of pain. ❞
❝ i’ll be gentle with your heart. ❞
❝ i like your soul. it’s beautiful. ❞
❝ you have a pretty brain. ❞
❝ the pain gets better. it won’t go away completely but. you get used to it. it will get easier to breathe, bit by bit until you don’t really notice it anymore. ❞
❝ let me make it better. please? ❞
❝ you’re hurting. i can tell. you don’t have to hide it. ❞
❝ you can’t hurt me in a way i haven’t already survived. ❞
❝ the thing about being broken, is it’s already done. you know you can get through anything after that. ❞
❝ people are kind of like art. everyone is going to see something different when they look at you. ❞
❝ i choose to help people because no one helped me. i want to be that person for others that i needed. ❞
❝ fucking dumbasshole. ❞
❝ i’m still trying to figure out what i want to be. ❞
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