These calloused hands only know how to draw blood. | Do you think that would stop me from loving you?

“Captain Beris Iscandar of The Renegade Dawn, former wing leader of Hatchet Squadron. Is that enough titles for you or do y’need me to make up a few more?” • #SWRP #StarWarsRP • Detailed, descriptive • Galactic Civil War-Post Civil War era. (Flexible) (Art by Rasmus Poulsen)

||Lorelei's story will be moving to @bowofthetempest.bsky.social for the foreseeable future.

...and in a small, secluded cabin in a forest she could never recognize... Lorelei wakes before a roaring fire with a shocked gasp.

When her leg crosses the threshold of the trunk and her foot tenderly touches the first step, Lorelei Gumede vanishes.

Missing him hours.

These battles will set us free.

I mean, you don't have to. Actually... it probably looks weirder if you come, too... (thinking)

Snoop, with an 'n,' y'know? Wanna tag along?

...Now I kinda wanna snoop. I shouldn't...

Books. (Nodding sagely)

Oh, good, she did crazy shit around you too. Yeah! Yeah. Tirum's with her now dealing with something for his kid. So. Probably magic. Just would be nice if I had some magic on MY end, I guess...

(Arlo's a peach. She's gotta stop giving him shit.) Clear as if he were standing right next to me. Clearer, even. And I never have a reciever on hand, either. I dunno... maybe Miss Bright's old things have some answers...

Okay! I'll just leave you to it! ...I got a couple good books if you wanna borrow them sometime?

Do you want a day off, Miss Brannen?

You can. Probably will. ...Tirum said he was using weird rocks to talk to me. But I can't call [him] so I found the weirdest rocks I could and...

You're gonna laugh if I tell you.

Wh... OH. Were you aiming for smoke signals?

(She smiles, so she relents.) Wasn't trying to start a fire, Arlo. Probably more useful than what I was actually doing, though. I appreciate the help, though. Did you [wanna] get a fire going?

What, just in my pocket or something? (Chin in her hand, just watching.)

(She hands them right over, because she's pretty sure this will be funny if nothing else.)

They probably work [fine] for [rocks.] How the hell is he making his send messages... (whack. whackwhackwhack.)

None of these damn rocks have a signal.

(Signing it to confirm...) ...Yeah, fair enough. Damn.

You know, that's damn fair. Feels like there's someone wandering in from a new spot every day. Can't imagine why.... (Eyeing the bakery)

Everyone says "shit" with their tongue, I think.

Oh! That wasn't me complaining, sorry! Just saying the rumors were right, I guess.

He mostly says "kark," I think.

...Miss Brannen, my boyfriend's an alien.

Y'know what else he can d- [SHOT]

What the fuck just happened

Gotta get some weird rocks and talk into them until someone answers.

Probably does! We're south of the mountain, and it's just barely spring now. (It's not long before they're there.) Well. Go ahead, I guess?

Could be, yeah. Not as bad as the ocean though, I bet. Kinda hard to tell when it's at the foot of a mountain.

Sure! Need a break from all this anyway.

Maybe longer? Or you could try the lake.

Well, I could have said no. (Leaning on the wall, watching) Think I still hear them.

Not degrading, just kinda.... hm. Oh, is that what you're doing? Which ones?

I guess I've probably touched worse. (She holds out her hand)

Guess you could stick your whole head in.

Pour it in, girl.

I'm.... gonna assume that's some kind of magic she's doing, and not... ...no I have no other explanation here, actually. But I'm glad, too.

Sounds good to me. I'll try and think of spots that might have a little less radiation than normal.

We could throw a dart at a map. And a calendar. But with our aim, that's kind of just choosing ourselves anyway.

When and where?

I trust you implicitly, shade of my heart.

I... really do not have the social skills to recover from this one.

(Trying not to laugh, about to burst)

Hey, quit that. You're not ugly, you're just not who I was talking to.