REBEL HEART.

gotcompany:

                 THE REBELLION IS REBORN, TODAY. 

know that i’m with you  ;  the only way that i can be   . until you’re in my arms again    .  .  .   remember me .

(( @lieutenantbae / plotted ))

Life on the resistance base made little sense to Hardison. There was ostensibly a chain of command, a schedule, some master plan, but all of that was a mystery to him. All he knew was that his orders came from the vaguely terrifying General Organa – an impression gleaned from the one and only time he’d met her, as the orders were mostly conveyed to him through various people he’d been introduced to in passing. The orders weren’t the difficult part. It was basically like his job before, only instead of a string of clients it was one constant client, and just like before all he really needed to do was keep his head down and figure out the technological puzzles set before him. The difficult part was…everything else. 

What was he supposed to do in the between-times, when he wasn’t actively slicing into a network or decrypting some stolen communiqué? He’d essentially been shown where he was supposed to sleep, and then left to his own devices. He didn’t understand mealtimes, or where he was supposed to hang out, who he was or wasn’t allowed to talk to. He was basically adrift, sometimes quite literally when he found himself in a crowd, like now. He was gangly and lost and bumped ungracefully into a woman who looked like the exact opposite, like someone who always knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. “Sorry,” he mumbled, shuffling off to the side and hoping she wasn’t someone high ranking or, god forbid, an important diplomat here to negotiate an alliance he’d just ruined.

the rebel base feels like coming home.

it might say much about her, to think that she’s more relaxed here in this place of constant chaos than beneath yavin’s trees. but she wasn’t kes. she never did learn his knack for turning the soldier side off to fully enjoy the dirt and the sand, lakes like bath water and green koyo vines. kes adapted to life on their warm little ranch like he’d never once held a blaster in his hands, settling into a rhythm that sung with the earth.

shara wasn’t the same. stars help her: for so many years she had tried, and despite the fulfillment she found in life there, an urge always itched just under her skin. she missed this. missed flying, the adrenaline high and heightened focus during a dog fight. missed the buzz of voices and purposeful strides that always blanketed the base. if she felt guilty for being back, it was sentiment all too easily suppressed beneath the weight of larger affairs.

of course, this life wasn’t for everyone. it was easy to pick them out from a crowd; her well practiced eye settles on one such case now, catching her balance with a soldier’s grace. this one — no, he was lost in the flow, caught in the current that carried them on. if that didn’t get her sympathy, his awkward apology would have.

“don’t worry about it.” a sunwarmed smile, a dismissive hand. something conspirational slips into her eyes. “it’s a pretty busy place, huh? I can hardly get my cup of caf some days.” the pause she gives is deliberate, as if she’s just now stopping to think ( but truthfully, she’d had this plan the moment she’d laid eyes on him ). “looks like you could use one too. care to join?”

If you think liking a ship that’s based on mutual trust, respect, and understanding is boring or “vanilla~” then fucking drown me in buttercream and call me a cupcake because I live for that shit.

yaoihands:

guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.

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