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❛ if i admit that our lives were doomed to entwine / i'd turn back the time, for your piece of mind. ❜
——WILT // HOLDING ABSENCE
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Stalking through the tall grass, Sonder kept her movements swift and quiet. The assassin picked out her prey as her silver gaze calculated her next move: a true predator.
Aiming her blaster towards one of her own Separatist droids, she kept her glare wide as she shot straight. It instantly hit, alerting the swarm to her location.
Rushing out from the weeds, her star-sharpened daggers rolled from her sleeves and into her hands before landing in the chest of the closest commando droid. There's a rush of fire against her cheek, but she quickly dodges the blaster shot gleaming her way.
Huffing, she ripped her dagger out of the droid's neck. Pocketing the weapon, she rolled her aching shoulder until she froze. The short hairs on the back of her neck rose.
There was something behind her.
The familiar feeling of the blade skittled around her fingers. Gripping it tightly, she focused on the nearing droid's soft steps. Bouncing on her feet, she swiftly turned to swing as it reached towards her.
Expertly knocking the droid to the ground, she reached for her blaster as she pressed her foot down onto its chest. Staring down the barrel, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
Until they softened.
"Huh," A raspy chuckle wheezed from beneath the weight on his chest, "Not going to finish me off, Cyar'ika?"
Unimpressed, she raised a brow, "Is that a slur?"
Dropping his head back, air rushed through his lungs again as she removed her foot. Catching his breath, he peered up at her within the darkness. Her silver gaze was as captivating as ever: it guided his little sight.
