@AbsentTouch-
╔《 ACT I — The Space Between Skin 》╗
“I was never afraid of monsters —
only of becoming one to the people I love.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
@AbsentTouch- //: flirty, angst and lots of dancing in the rain
╔《 ACT I — The Space Between Skin 》╗
“I was never afraid of monsters —
only of becoming one to the people I love.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
;// the way she might be making a comeback because I totally didn’t forget about her :’)
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╔《 ACT I — The Space Between Skin 》╗
“I was never afraid of monsters —
only of becoming one to the people I love.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
“I figured you for a reading by the fireplace while cuddling …but this is something else.” The red-headed man looked across and eyed the two-toned-haired woman. Her auburn and white hair screamed at him. It didn’t help. It was huge puffy.
He paced a little nervously on the roof as it started to rain a little as he slowly took her gloved hand and began to pull her close towards him, looking into her green eyes.
“On the roof in the rain for a slow dance is an interesting first date.” He teased the southern woman a bit as he spun her gently and started their slow dance, embracing the woman and closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.
@AbsentTouch-
╔《 ACT I — The Space Between Skin 》╗
“I was never afraid of monsters —
only of becoming one to the people I love.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
( may also bring back my matching gambit <3 )
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
She’s back <3
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╔《 ACT I — The Space Between Skin 》╗
“I was never afraid of monsters —
only of becoming one to the people I love.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
@AbsentTouch- //: I REFUSE TO LET THIS DIE. //: intro and flirty and evil Rogue!!
ROGUE
VISAGE ; various
PENNED BY ; @Breadss-
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`` you okay ? `` the man asked , checking on grogu after their latest hunt . gently picking him up .
din was still when that small hand touched his helmet . for a moment , he didn't say anything . just rested one gloved hand against grogu's back , feeling the last of the tension leave the kid's body .
his thumb brushed a slow circle between grogu's shoulders . The grip on his chest plate didn't go unnoticed either . din shifted him a little higher against his side , making it clear he wasn't going anywhere .
`` you don't have to hold on so tight .``
a beat .
`` you will anyway .``
there was the faintest hint of amusement beneath the roughness of his voice . din glanced down at the tiny green hand still planted stubbornly against his armor .
`` youre tired .``
not a question . he adjusted his hold again , secure and practiced after years of carrying him across half the galaxy .
`` i've got you kid . ``
✧【 @loyalmando 】✧ Grogu didn’t answer in words. He never did. But the moment Din’s arms lifted him, the tension in his tiny frame melted away—like the galaxy had finally stopped shaking for a second. His ears twitched once. Then settled. A soft, quiet coo slipped out as he was pulled close to the familiar weight of beskar and warmth beneath it. Small fingers immediately reached for the edge of Din’s chest plate, gripping it like an anchor he didn’t realise he needed. When Din asked again—checking, softer this time—Grogu tilted his head up slowly. Those wide, dark eyes scanned the visor. A pause. Then he lifted one hand… and pressed it gently against the Mandalorian’s helmet. Not a signal. Not Force. Just contact. I’m here. A beat later, he leaned forward slightly in Din’s arms, settling in with a tired exhale that sounded far too heavy for something so small. No distress. No fear. Just safe. And stubbornly refusing to be put down.