row-baelfyre

row-baelfyre

ℝ𝕠𝕨 𝔹𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕪𝕣𝕖

*・゚☆゚*・ “Dragonflies are reminders that we are light and we can reflect light in powerful ways if we choose to do so.” -Robyn Nola undefined undefined

Explore Tagged Posts
Last Seen Blogs
Statistics

We looked inside some of the posts by row-baelfyre and here's what we found interesting.

Inside last 20 posts
Time between posts
19 hours
Number of posts by type
Photo
3
Video
0
Audio
0
Text
10
Chat
0
Answer
6
Link
0
Quote
0
Fun Fact

Tumblr paired up with Humans of New York to raise money for Hurricane Sandy relief.

row-baelfyre·2 months agoText

zabrakzur‌:

(…) “i’m sure that as long as you pay for passage, the captain will be willing enough to keep you all aboard. but the payment might be higher than you’re willing to part with.” he can’t help the amused grin he sports at the end of his words, then nods his head over to the hallway and the rest of the ship. “so if your night wanderings have taken you to the underbelly, i’ll take it you’ve already explored everything else? perhaps you saw something that needs fixing?”

Rowan nodded, knowing that her knowledge of this kind of ship was extremely limited, if any. She’d spent her life in Coruscant quietly learning the ways of the Force with her Master until her Master disappeared before she could finish her training. Thankfully, her parents kept her well hidden, and years later, she was able to return to her training when Rey Skywalker found her by chance. She had spent her life poring over ancient texts and holocrons, seeking out knowledge and ancient secrets, and not attuning machinery in the underbelly of star cruisers. Not everyone was destined to be conduits of the Force, but it didn’t make them any less valuable. Without a mechanic, the ship wouldn’t be likely to fly as well as she did, but she kept those thoughts to herself.

They were finally back up, and Rowan turned to face him before they parted. She smiled at him when he teased her about considering whether or not he’d like to be called her friend. “Only if you’d like. I would never ask you to declare yourself my friend if you didn’t feel it,” she mused. Zuriel seemed like someone worth getting to know, but she wouldn’t push for it if he seemed disinterested or completely indifferent. The last thing Rowan wanted was to become a pest or a nuisance, asking impertinent questions and invading people’s personal spaces. No matter how much she liked their smiles.

Rowan noted the grin on his lips when he teased about the captain demanding payment. It was something she wondered– what was in it for Sal? Why keep these padawans on board when it was such a huge risk? He didn’t exactly seem like a humanitarian type, but Row went with it for now, as it was all they had. “How would you know about what I’m willing to part with?” she teased, tilting her head slightly. “But to answer your question, yes. I’ve explored a bit around the ship. Not everything, though. I’d been getting too tired out, although I’m feeling much better now. I haven’t seen anything that needs fixing, although some of the air filters should be changed. Maybe I could help with that sometime, since it seems I’ve got nothing but time on my hands for a while. Unless you prefer to work alone. I really don’t want to impose.”

7 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·2 months agoText

artisticfade‌:

(…) but row wants food so akaides nods, refiling that information for later, inhaling deeply and forcing his mouth into a pleasant, crescent shape. if there’s one thing akaides vahn is good at, it’s pretending like everything is okay. “sure, of course! please, sit.” he motions to the long table in the middle of the room. “you rest, i’ll make you something. i think they have some good ekstel soup around here somewhere.” he steps around her to begin fiddling through the cabinets and drawers, not as familiar with the small kitchenette as their resident cook wing is.

image

Rowan smiled at him and raised her brows, studying that face she was so familiar with with a newfound sense of relief that he hadn’t perished along with everyone else. But somehow, she knew– somehow in her slumber, she’d felt his presence. Perhaps he’d come to see her when she was in the pod, or perhaps it was simply the Force within him that she had been able to sense. It was becoming more clear now. “Well, if I ended up bunking with you, I wouldn’t mind it too much. I like the color blue,” she said. “Maybe I can bore you to sleep with stories about the ancient orders of Jedi and you won’t have to sleep out in the open,” she teased. It was good to know her sense of humor was still intact.

Conversation turned back to the seriousness they faced. The Jedi order was once again in danger of extinction. It wasn’t the first time in history, and if time was a flat circle, it wouldn’t be the last. “I felt Master Rey during the attack. She was there one minute, and the next… she was gone.” She couldn’t tell him that she was beginning to suspect that she hadn’t simply been taken. “I will speak to the captain. We can’t just travel here on this ship without a heading when we know Imperial insurgents are after us, and I’ll be damned if they touch any one of us who’s left. Not while I’m still breathing,” she said, brows furrowed. The Jedi were her family, and they were the keepers of the light and of balance. Even if she felt as though the Force was failing them lately. Rowan pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on Akaides again. “We’ll figure this out. She needs our help, and we’re going to find her. We just need a plan. A lead. Anything. But right this second, we need to take inventory, make sure all of us are okay. That means you, too,” she said, her hazel gaze unwavering as she searched for his.

“Ekstel soup sounds good. Anything but those gross nutrient packs Mr. Bade was giving me a few days ago,” she said, wrinkling her nose a bit. She felt every bit of the exhaustion that drained her, but sat down and tried not to show it. “Although, I’m a little wary. I don’t think I’ve ever known you to cook anything. I’m not asking for a death wish here, am I?”

image
4 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·2 months agoAnswer
Your smile glows brighter than a lightsaber.

Rowan couldn’t help but smile at that. It wasn’t often she received random compliments like that, especially not lately. “Thank you, Eon. What makes you say that? Regardless, that is very kind of you to say,” she said, feeling a warmth rising to her face. “You have got a very lovely smile yourself, you know. If you’re not careful, you’ll break some poor, unsuspecting hearts with it, sir,” she teased, nudging him lightly.

image
3 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·2 months agoText

docvelaw‌:

(…) he gives a little shrug of his shoulders, lifts his head up then so she has a clear view on his face. “i lost my sight around six years ago, at the same time as i got these scars.” he motions at the thin lines creating a horribly clear pattern around his eyes of what had happened that particular day; small shards of debris flying everywhere. “now i can make out even less detail than everyone else.” he shows a little smile at those words, indicative of how he’s not utterly down over the loss of his sight - or at least he isn’t in this very moment.

Rowan listened to Doc as he explained the way he was born with sight, and that said sight hadn’t been very good to begin with. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining with her mind’s eye what a blurry world would’ve been like for him. She thought of all the times as a girl in which she stared out of one of the big glass windows of her home in Coruscant, crossing her eyes to make the blobs of light move close together and then apart again. She was a quirky little girl, and some of those quirks remained through adulthood.

Her hazel eyes fluttered open again, just in time to see him tilting his head up. Doc was a very handsome man, despite the scars that ripped across his eyes. She frowned a little, imagining what kind of pain he must’ve endured upon receiving those, but kept that to herself, much like she kept other things to herself. The frown on her lips disappeared, instead replaced with a slow, soft smile when she saw his.

“It’s enough to make one appreciate what they’ve got,” she admitted, her eyes still scanning his face. It wasn’t every day she got to really look at someone without feeling like she’d be seen as a total weirdo. “Thank you. For taking care of me. I know that it’s been a siphon on your resources. If I can ever do anything for you, I’m at your service,” she offered, not quite sure what she could possibly do for him, but there nevertheless.

5 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoAnswer
♛, ♦, Ω, ☯
♛: Pet name for your muse          

“I am going to pretend I did not just see you giving your share of the cookies to the pilot, E,” she teased, smiling and feeling silly because, well. Even though he had a human looking body… did he actually eat ever?

♦: What they would buy because it reminds them of your muse

Rowan spotted the hand fan amid the clutter of miscellaneous objects on the vendor’s stall. She knew what it was right away, although the vendor tried to sell it to her as some sort of decoration you tucked behind your neck to make your collar flare. She remembered the lords and ladies of status filing into one of the many opera houses in Coruscant when she attended such events with her parents as a child. I her mind, she could imagine it in Eon’s hand.

The droid was graceful and reminded her of some sort of prince– the kind the operas sang about moreso than the princelings that sauntered in to see it. It was hand painted with beautiful flowers, and had cloudy jade stones inlaid along the outer edges. This hand fan must have belonged to someone of great status, but here, it was being sold for mere credits, as the stones served no purpose other than to be aesthetically pleasing.

“I’ll take it.”

Ω: Favourite feature of your muse’s          

Eon’s smile was something that haunted Rowan. It was gorgeous, and warm, and she couldn’t help but to offer a smile back. He was a droid, yes. But how could a smile like that look so human? To be fair, all of him looked human. Hell, he looked more beautiful than most humans she knew, but there looked to be actual, real emotion behind that smile that often left her wondering if– She didn’t know how to finish that sentence in any way that didn’t make her feel batty. He’s a droid. A very realistic one. But still programmed.

But aren’t we all programmed?

☯: First impression of your muse        

Walking into the hall, in the dead of night, Rowan saw the long, silver hair and light robes, and for a moment thought that she was looking at a force ghost. A very lovely one at that, but very haunting. He was so still, looking out at the universe that spanned before him from behind the glass. She was hesitant to move, wondering if perhaps she was having a vision.

“Am I dreaming?” she murmured.

His eyes turned towards her, interrupted from his thoughts, and gazing at her inquisitively. “You do not seem to be. You look quite awake to me.”

“Ah, um. Sorry, I think… I’m just tired. I should go… back to the med bay.”

image
2 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoAnswer
❧: Random affectionate headcanon              
image

Rowan was determined to get that sour look off of Zuriel’s face. There was apparently some sort of friction between him and the pilot, and tensions were high as she watched him leaving the bridge, but maybe she could do something. There weren’t a lot of supplies on the Derelict, and she knew that food was somewhat rationed out until they hit the next trade port. Still, there was a recipe for cookies that her mother used to make that she wanted to try out with Wing’s help. It didn’t take much, and enough could be made so that everyone had a treat as they hurdled through space missing the comforts of solid ground and… well, anything resembling a home. Several people had already filed into the kitchenette, following their noses to the scent, but Row made a special batch to take down to the underbelly of the ship once she had a moment to slip away.

She retraced the steps she took a few days ago until she found the hatch and made her way down with the cookies and some cold water bottles. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “There you are,” she said, smiling warmly at the Zabrak, slipping between the tight spaces between pipes and wires until she let herself into an area she assumed was where he kept his tools. “Before you kick me out, I brought you something,” she said, now hyper aware of how close quarters were in there. She set the bag of cookies aside, as well as the water and slipped one hand into her back pocket, trying to remain casual, even if she felt a flutter in her chest from being this close. “I um… Look, I know things aren’t easy with everyone around. But for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing an amazing job at keeping the ship together.” Her free hand gingerly reached out, fingers curling back as she gave second thought to touching him. How would he react if she did? But then she gently placed her hand on his shoulder anyway, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.

0 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoAnswer
♥: Small way to show your muse they care 
image

“My leg is acting up, and I need to take a little breather. Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?” she asked, noticing how the color had drained from Akaides’s face, and how queasy he looked. By now, she knew how much he hated space travel, but they had no choice.

“Come here,” she said, sitting on the couch beside him and patting her lap for him to rest his head for a bit. “Close your eyes for a moment.” Her slender fingers ran through his thick blonde mop. “Do you remember the river near the temple? That time I thought you made me scream when you grabbed my ankles and I accidentally kicked you?” she chuckled softly. “But after that we swam for hours. Do you remember the way the water felt surrounding as you swam, pushing against it and hearing it swirling?” she said, trying to get him to think of that instead of the star-speckled darkness that surrounded them on all sides as far as the eye could see. “There was a waterfall there, too. My favorite was swimming underneath of it, hearing the way it rushed all around me. It almost felt like I was back in Kef Bir. Coruscant didn’t have fresh water like that.” Row’s voice was quiet and she spoke just barely above a whisper. Her fingertips gently traced wave patterns into his scalp, trying her best to soothe him, at least enough so that he could sleep.

6 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoAnswer
Ω
Ω: Favourite feature of your muse’s         
image

Rowan was curious about how the doctor worked without sight. Sure, the little medical droid helped, but with as low as they usually ran on supplies, the man had to be a miracle worker to patch everyone up the way he did. “Your hands are so steady,” she murmured quietly, watching him as he prepared stimpacks. In her desire to do something useful, she’d volunteered to help Doc prepare some bare bones first aid kits, so they’d have something, should worse come to worse. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when she realized that she did, she didn’t take it back. His fingers danced over each item, gaze fixed forward as though he was born to explore the world with his hands and not at all by sight. Rowan was suddenly aware of her own clumsiness when she couldn’t see two steps in front of her in the dark.

“I suppose it comes from years of experience, no?” she asked, counting out the liquid bandage vials and slipping one into each kit. “I’m sorry if I sound ignorant right now. I couldn’t find my way out of a cardboard box blindfolded. I just admire the way you’re able to fix everyone here and still perform tasks better than some seeing doctors I’ve met in my life. Sorry, am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling. I’ll shut up now,” she mused, feeling heat rising to her face.

0 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoAnswer
First impression of your muse
image

“When I first met you, I knew you had the face of a person who saves people,” Row said, the faintest hint of a smile on the corner of her lips. Amber eyes fixed on the dark haired man in front of her, and she held her index finger up so Bade wouldn’t interrupt. “But when I thanked you, I could see you didn’t see yourself as any sort of savior. You were kind and helpful– even with that gross nutrient pack– but weren’t exactly comfortable being acknowledged for it. Still, despite the fact that I don’t know much about you, I see there’s good in you. I am just not certain if you are afraid of being looked up to by other people, or admired for the right things.”

She shrugged her shoulders lightly, and slowly tossed a shuura fruit for him to catch. “I believe there’s much more to you than meets the eye, Mr. Bade.” Whether there was good or bad in him, it didn’t matter much. They shared the same living spaces, and she certainly wanted to get to know him better.

3 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoChat
Positive Interactions Headcanon; My muse's...
☮: Favourite thing about your muse
☯: First impression of your muse
♠: Favourite thing to do with your muse
Ω: Favourite feature of your muse's
♤: Way they apologize to your muse
♣: How they hold your muses hand
♧: How they kiss your muse
♡: How they hug your muse
♥: Small way to show your muse they care
♦: What they would buy because it reminds them of your muse
♢: How they share a bed with your muse
♔: How they like to cuddle your muse
♛: Pet name for your muse
★: First thing that changes when they realize they care about your muse
☆: What they miss about your muse when they're apart
☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they're asleep
❥: Anything else you can think of [specify]
❧: Random affectionate headcanon
5K notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

dormant-violet‌:

“To recover from the injuries you sustained took quite a bit of courage and lots of strength.” Violet whispers as she reaches out to her gently touching her shoulder, her eyes flickering with pain before speaking again.  “Please give yourself some credit, you have been fighting for your life.” She watched as Rowan processed what information has been given, waiting for a reaction of some sort but finding none. 

Watching her finding some sort of recollection within herself was inspirational if not a bit dismal. How she wished Jedi’s could process emotions the way that they should, the thought brings her to thoughts of a certain jedi who brought up her own emotional issues as well. “You feel like the ground has been ripped out from under you, right?” Looking away from the girl, she began pacing not waiting for an answer. “You feel like maybe hope died not just with the force but within yourself.” She adds but stops, realizing how presumptuous she was being. “I know these feelings well, Rowie” 

But because she knew the darkness, she knew the light. “But with a shaken world, something new reveals through the cracks. You will find good with all the bad…isn’t that what the force is all about?” She tilts her head, an expression of childlike bliss disguises something darker brewing. 

image

Rowan hadn’t thought about it that way– fighting for her life. She wasn’t conscious of it, although she had flashbacks of some of the nightmares she endured. How much was she able to actually remember? She nodded quietly, sifting through her thoughts and trying to find something to hold on to as it all came flooding in so that she wouldn’t get washed away by the currents.

Her hazel gaze flickered up to Violet, and she nodded at the question. “Yes,” she replied quietly. She didn’t want to speak on losing hope. That wasn’t it. It couldn’t be– could it? Was it possible that she expected more from the Force, from Master Rey, and from herself? Was this disappointment that she was feeling? Another quiet, barely-there nod came from her.

“You’re right,” she finally said, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I need to think of the good… it’s just difficult to do when I feel like I’m dragging around a ton of bricks,” she said, sighing softly. “I feel exhausted. And…” her hand came up to her stomach, now that she was aware of the pinching sensations inside. “I’m kind of really hungry.” She had to pace herself from thinking too much all at once. Focusing on the physical here and now would help her ground herself, and perhaps keep the room from spinning so damn much.

image
17 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

bade-wavewar‌:

Bade nodded, sighed loudly, nodded again. He did not feel his anger subside, but instead a different problem came to mind: what if he did manage to kill Rey. What would happen then? Would the Jedi kill him? They would know if he killed Rey, did they not? And then what? Perhaps they would then put him on trail, though it would be obvious what he had done. He wiggled his nose a little as he turned back to the counter, pretending to be cleaning something away. He had never thought this far ahead. He had never been this close either. 

“What if she doesn’t want to be found?” he asked, for lack of anything better. He didn’t want to place too much attention on Rey, but he also couldn’t keep himself from asking. “You can feel the others on the ship too, right?” He smiled then. “They’ll be glad to hear you’re awake. They’re in here sometimes,” he mentioned. 

Rowan shook her head. That had to be impossible. If Rey didn’t want anything to do with the Jedi or the Temple anymore, why lie to everyone or put up some sort of facade? Rey stood for everything the Jedi order believed in. Although a tiny tendril of doubt seeded itself at the base of Row’s spine. There was no possible way that Rey could’ve had anything to do with the attack. It had to be coincidence that she disappeared during said attack. She wouldn’t have allowed the death of so many innocents. Men, women, and even children. No. She couldn’t let herself go down that line of thinking and promptly shook her head again.

“She may be in trouble. But I doubt she doesn’t want to be found,” Rowan said with conviction. Bade asked if she could feel others on the ship and she nodded weakly. “Yes, but I’m still a bit weak to try and channel the Force to my full capability.” A smile spread on her lips when Bade said that others had come to visit her and that they’d be happy to know she was awake. “I’ll be happy to see them. But I think I need to get some rest. I think I’m starting to feel a bit faint,” she said, closing her eyes as exhaustion began to overtake her.

17 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

nightsslights‌:

(…) Ah yes, the question that everyone had been asking ever since the attack and the disappearance of Rey. Haru had to glance away, looking down at the darkness of his pants, clutching the material between his hands. He had almost forgotten the secret he had and what he was planned to do before it happened. He got lucky… but he sure didn’t feel that way. — “We were just attacked, and we’re all on the same boat on this one. There was no real warning, what could our guts do? There were so many people in one place. If I knew why or where she went, or if they actually killed her…” He sighed, finding it hard to answer something he just didn’t know how to respond. It had been that day; he had decided that he might not even want to be a Jedi anymore and was planning to leave. “Silence is a good thing. It’s the only thing we can even count on, right now.”

Rowan nodded as she listened to Haru’s retelling of what happened. It had been sudden, and their lives had been tossed around like chaff before the wind. They were the lucky ones, carried out by the proverbial wind out into the deepest recesses of space where the blasts wouldn’t reach them. Their brethren had not been so lucky. Rowan could hardly recall what she’d been doing that day. Her memory was still a little fuzzy from the injury and from the haze of nightmares that seemed to distort truth from imagination. Haru sounded tired, and she could understand that. Why had the Force not warned them? Why had she not felt a disturbance. How had Rey disappeared so easily?

“Silence is better than screaming,” she found herself saying, not realizing she’d vocalized it until the words hung in the air, memories laid out like sheets to dry in the breeze. Her warm, hazel gaze moved back towards Haru. “We can count on one another, I think. I hope. The Force is still with us, and we are still alive. There’s much to be thankful for, despite what’s happened. We still have our lives and our free will, and we will cut down those who come for us if we prepare for it. I don’t believe Master Rey is dead. I cannot feel her through the Force, but something in me knows she isn’t dead.” Perhaps it was a delusion. She didn’t know whether Rey had been taken, or if she had abandoned them all to their fates, but she couldn’t give in to the dark thoughts that began to tug at the corners of her consciousness. Not when her fellow Jedi needed her to remain strong. Rowan simply couldn’t falter in her faith, or in her grace.

6 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

bade-wavewar‌:

(…) When she asked the question, he could feel his heart wanting to rage and race. But he kept his face a straight mask. Rey. Rey Skywalker. If only they did know, and with they he meant the jedi. If he could find her. if just he could, nobody else. If he could find her and catch her by surprise. He could kill her the way she had killed Baru. He walked back to the cupboards, turning his body away from Row as if he was going to try and find something. Luckily he had yet to bandage the place where he had taken the blood from, so he searched for a small bandage. In that moment his face could change into a grimace of rage, just a small fling of an emotion, that usually felt like it was always so close to his skin, as if at any moment it could come seeping out. He turned back to her and bandaged the small wound. “I’m sorry. As far as I know, nobody does. She vanished from what I heard. I think they wanted to look for her, but Daveron was such a…” he paused, allowed for the anger to carry on in the words he spoke, hoping he could match it to the situation on the planet, and not to his hatred for Rey Skywalker, “it was a mess. Chaos. To this day I can’t really tell what happened. We ran, I don’t think there is much left, but we know she probably made it out alive.” 

image

It was good knowing the other Jedi were faring much better than she was. She really had to make it up to Violet sometime for dragging her into the ship when she could’ve easily been left behind to die with everyone else. Bade was indeed easing Rowan’s mind the more he spoke. His voice was pleasing, and there was something endearing about him. She had no clue whatsoever as to his nefarious purpose. How could she? Even through the Force, she didn’t sense anything out of the ordinary with the man who had been nothing but kind to her since she’d awoken.

Rowan nodded when Bade wasn’t able to give her a solid answer on whether or not she’d be speaking to the Captain soon, but she figured that perhaps in time she’d be able to. At the very least, once she was able to get up and walk around, she could seek him out herself. She was full of questions, and wasn’t expecting solid answers for any of them. But when she asked Bade about Rey, he seemed somehow put off, getting up to rummage for a bandage. Perhaps he’d lost someone in the commotion as well, but that wasn’t something she wanted to press on about right now. 

Daveron had been a total mess. Destruction and obliteration all around them. Her warm gaze moved up to Bade’s face as he bandaged her, and she nodded softly. “We will find her,” she said, unaware of how different their motives were, and fooled quite easily by his deception in the moment. “I put my faith in the Force, and will listen and seek her out through it. We all will. I don’t believe she died, either. I would have felt it. I just know it, Mr. Bade.”

17 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

zabrakzur‌:

(…) “so rowan,” he says then, once they’re walking towards the latch she came in through again. “now that all of you are awake and present, will you be getting off at the next planet to find a more appropriate mode of transportation?” and if he sounds a little too hopeful about that to still be polite then that’s not his problem, really.

Row watched the man putting all the tools away as she rambled about her state of things. It was a wonder he was able to tuck so many of them away so easily, like he’d been doing this his whole life. She noted the way he seemed to shift about, and when he spoke up, she felt as though she’d rambled for a little too long. Just as she’d suspected. Soft lips pressed in a line, and she nodded when he said the area was dangerous and offered to escort her out.

“Yes, ofcourse.” The compliment was unexpected, but it drew a smile from her once again, and she lightened up a little. “The Derelict has nothing to worry about. I’m very grateful for her for housing us and keeping all of us alive,” she said, glancing around as if she were speaking to the ship itself, and not him. When he gestured to the direction from where she’d come, she nodded and walked in that direction with him.

“Ah, you can call me Row. Rowan feels too… formal, I think,” she said. “As for your question… I suppose I’ll have to speak to Captain Godkiller. As grateful as we are for your generosity, someone out there is trying to kill us all, and the last thing we need is to put more lives in danger. So to answer you… I hope so.” She pursed her lips again and looked down at their feet. “I can understand how uncomfortable it is having so many strangers around, depleting your supplies. I will make sure we compensate you for it. Speaking of being in your hair, I should go,” she said, bringing her warm, hazel gaze back up to meet Zuriel’s before turning to start climbing the ladder. He still hadn’t given her his name, but he was under no obligation to. She had been trespassing, and likely an annoyance with her inquisitiveness.

7 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

docvelaw‌:

(…) “you do not owe me anything for doing my job,” he says after a moment. “and you do not owe violet any much more, either. if these things weren’t willingly done they wouldn’t be worth repaying anyway.” he clicks on the machine, lets it do the last blood test he’ll be doing for her in a while, to make sure all of her values are normal and that she really is good to go back into regular society - for as far as society aboard the derelict is in any way regular.

Rowan smiled when Doc hinted at somehow knowing she’d had some sleepless nights since having awoken. Her sleeping schedule was in dire need of adjustment, and wandering the halls like a ghost for the sake of exercise and knowledge wasn’t exactly putting her on the fast track to recovery, but it was helping her mind and spirit. Row was never really one to lay around all day, after all. It was good to know he wasn’t reprimanding her for it.

She felt the warmth of a blush rising to her face when Doc said she didn’t need to thank any of them, and that they had willingly taken care of her. It was noble, and she could sense the genuine kindness in the man, despite the difficult work. She imagined it was thankless at times, but caring for people often was. It was something Row knew well deep inside, though she didn’t need to speak it out loud. As the machine went to work, Row remained still, disciplined as ever until it was done drawing blood.

“May I ask you something?“ she asked curiously. “Feel free to tell me it is none of my business. But… have you always been blind, or did you lose your vision somehow?” she asked. It was cathartic somehow, and made her feel less alone to know that other people had survived through great pains and loss of major body functions. Eyes. Arms. Legs. Speech. Not everyone had the luxury of being physically whole and complete their entire lives.

5 notes · See All
row-baelfyre·3 months agoText

dormant-violet‌:

(…) “I know! Rowan Baelfyre, jedi padawan. unconcious since the attack on Rey’s school.” She recites from memory before smiling, “do you mind I call you Rowey?” Sipping a bit of the water, she washed around in her mouth before handing it over to her as she swallows. “I’m just glad you are okay,” she says and for a flicker her expression isn’t childlike but one of genuine relief as if she did wonder if Rowan would wake up. “Drink up, Doccy also said you need your fluids.”

image

Rowan smiled and exhaled a soft laugh with a simple nod. “It does sound strange, doesn’t it? I suppose that’s why I’m not a doctor. Although I think it might have something to do with how exhausting it feels to move now. It feels like I’ve just run several kilometers, and it’s only been a few steps,” she mused, grateful that Violet was helping her sit. And above all, grateful that she was alive.

Violet listed out a few names, some that were more familiar than others, and Rowan’s heart fluttered for a moment before it sank again. Why had this happened? How had Master Rey not planned for this, and why had it felt like the Force had forsaken them in their darkest hour? She tried to push the thoughts aside, but they were front and center, and the thought of having lost so many friends and people she had come to know as family began to weigh on her. Emotions began to rise, as was typical of human nature. Her brows furrowed, and for a moment, she felt like she would cry. But she quickly reminded herself that there is no emotion in the Force. There is peace. And she had to somehow find it in her to make peace with what had happened.

“Yes. That’s fine by me. Nobody’s ever called me that before. People usually call me Row. Or Rowan, but nicknames feel more personal. I like them,” she said, forcing herself to focus on the present. She had to focus on the here and now, watching as Violet approached to hand her some water. “Thank you.” No tears. Only strength.

image
17 notes · See All
Next Page