straddles brie while she's doing something. "hey."

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that SOMETHING she happened to be doing was trying to get some good and decent sleep. seemed ben would never allow her to get any in lieu of her body tonight, taken by the way she was JOLTED out of her half-gaze by the WEIGHT on her hips. she had always been a tricky sleeper, and light, and easily woken, and no was no different.

         except now he was right on top of her, and she was SQUINTING up at him in a mess of shock-short, straw-yellow hair, just as tangled as her mind was.      ❛ what are you – ❜

                  a pause. to wake herself up MORE and to reach up, as slow as her groggy muscles could take it, and PRESS her palm against his chest.      ❛ no, not hey. mmhh… stay.❜      dropped her hand to her chest, turned her head, shut her eyes.



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               ❛  WHAT?  ❜he’s  already  lacing  his  fingers  with  brienne’s,  finding  deep  satisfaction  in  such  a  simple  gesture.   ❛  i  could  ALWAYS  get  up,  but  it  seems  you’re  enjoying  this  as  much  as  i  am!  ❜  it’s  with  that  revelation  that  he  arches  into  her  touch,  nudging  her  hands  before  finally  resting  his  head  upon  her  lap.   

                  ❛  comfy  up  there  ?  ❜

@oftarth from x.

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        ❛  not particularly.  ❜      brienne  tarth  was  NOTHING  if  not  blunt  with  her  matters                    especially  more  so  when  it  was  to  ben  she  spoke.  he  wouldn’t  care  (  as  much  as  others  might  ).  not  that  she  would  have  given  him  any  RAPPORT  in  his  ASSESSMENT  anyhow.  she  leaned  forward,  smile faint  on  her  face,  and  tugged  her  fingers  free  of  his,  if  only  to  rest  the  flat  of  her  palm  across  his  FOREARM.

                       ❛  your  head  is  heavy.  ❜




lazily drapes self across brie's lap.




why is everyone humping you and why was i /not invited/



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             he  shifts  awkwardly  next  to  the  blonde,  memorizing  the  patrol  patterns  with  soft,  muted  TAPS  of  fingertips  to  his  thigh.  the  first  order  was  all  about  PRECISION ———–  men  trained  to  be  monsters  and  machines,  to  report  to  NUMBERS  and  TITLES  rather  than  names.  his  disappearance  with  the  sacred,  HIGHLY  SENSITIVE  information  that’s  chained  around  his  neck  had  called  for  a  PRICE  to  be  placed  upon  his  head.  

                          (   he’ll  sooner  DIE  than  join  the  order  again ——-   what  they  were  doing  was wrong,  what  he  did  was  WRONG,  despite  his  master’s  bewitching  tongue  that’s  been  in  his  head  his  whole  life.  )

              everyone  had  their  breaking  point ;  and  ben  had  finally  reached  HIS.

                        ❛  because  i  won’t  stand  by  and  watch  more  systems  be  destroyed.  ❜        it’s  simple  enough,  right?       (  there  was  also  a  healthy  amount  of  self - examination,  several  mental  breakdowns,  and  the  force  ghosts  of  his  dead  grandparents  AND  his  father…  but  that’s  awfully  PRIVATE,  and  she  doesn’t  need  to  know  that.  )

                        he  reaches  out  with  the  force  when  the  footsteps  cease  —  they’ve  gone  back  to  report,  clearly  dissatisfied  with  their  search  along  the  beach.  some  of  them  worry  about  the  general’s  wrath.     (  he  doesn’t  blame  them.   )

                         ❛   —–get  ready  to  run  for  the  TIES.  ❜  he  grips  his  lightsaber  hilt  in  his  hand  (   A  PRECAUTION  )  ready  to  fight  (  A  DEFINITE  )  and  PROTECT  (  though, he  has  a  feeling  she  can  handle  herself  just  fine.  )

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           ah!  but  she  could  have  SWORN  that  he  had  just  told  her  to  prepare  herself  for  the  TIEs.  it  was  one  thing  to  hear  it  alluded  to                    another  to  come  to  the  REALISATION  (  her  face  already  drained  of  COLOUR,  her  fingers  already  beginning  to  curl  against  the  cold  duracrete  wall  )  that  he  truly  was  saying  that,  and  that  they  were  about  to  make  a  run  for  the  fliers.  in  her  mind’s  eye,  she  could  only  see  DESTRUCTION:  a  shot  of  red,  a  blinding  flash  at  her  face  before  the  shots  of  one  of  the  stormtroopers  caught  her.

                                 (  would  her  sister  LAUGH  if  she  were  the  one  who  CAUGHT  her?  no:  phasma  never  laughed.  brienne  had  not  seen  a  smile,  the  crack  of  a  grin  like  sunset  dawning  across  any  planet’s  horizon,  on  that  face  for  far  too  long,  and  now  it  was  too  LATE.  she  knew  how  terrible  it  was,  and  how  far  that  disposition  had  gotten                    knew  now  that  her  mirror  image  was  scarred  beyond  repair  and  would  kill  with  a  blink  of  an  EYE.  she  knew  that,  and  still  wanted  leniency.  only,  though,  after  she  got  AWAY.  )

                    ❛  you  said                    run  for  the  TIEs.  ❜       she  meant  that  as  a  question,  but  by  the  second  SYLLABLE,  she  already  knew  the  answer  to  it.  morphed  it  into  a  statement,  albeit  disbelieving  and  perhaps  even  slightly  put  off.  she  had  to  remind  herself  to  keep  her  voice  low,  lest  the  others  hear  and  CUT  them  down  before  they  even  had  a  chance  to  start.       ❛  you’re  joking.  do  you  know  how  to  fly  one  yourself?  ❜



@spacetol didn’t ask for the good twin but gets her anyways.

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         they had been on the planet for what seemed like WEEKS, though in all actuality in couldn’t have been more than several standard hours: still able to be counted on the second hand. to lie in waiting for following stormtroopers to pass was difficult enough              t'was more a CHALLENGE for brienne to keep herself from GLANCING at her companion, swaddled in wrappings, the robe that trailed to the ground to hide the proportions of his height ( they were nearly of a height; it UNSETTLED her ). she certainly hadn’t been expecting his company.

                                wouldn’t have wanted it, but their escape had FORCED them near and now they were stuck. now she was stuck with ky–             with ben, or so he had requested he be called. brienne knew him as the leader to the first order, which was precisely the REASON she remained so skeptical.

                  she pushed a rock with the heel of her boot, pulling her other knee in close and wrapping an arm around it. in her gaze lingered IRRITATION.      ❛ why is it you’ve chosen now to bring the order’s plans to the RESISTANCE?