Think there's something to that? [ mal raises an eyebrow at that, as he steps into her home. ravkan soldiers wear their boots at all times but mal notes that rey's not wearing shoes so slips out of his inside.
it feels strange, knowing it'd take some time to flee.
perhaps he's not adjusting as well as he could, not taking on the role of civilian instead of bodyguard and soldier well. after all, he used a familiar cover for the second time. at the table, his brows rise up his forehead. ] Is that actual food? [ he asks, excitement seeping into his voice.
the tea he's brought feels meager now for all the work he'd gone through to get it. ] She does? [ he asks, shaking himself out of the stupor of staring at real food. ] Didn't know that.
I know Clara more for... other things. [ like trying to drive a car from the backseat and using a raunchy romance novel to have him practice reading aloud. ]
it feels strange, knowing it'd take some time to flee.
perhaps he's not adjusting as well as he could, not taking on the role of civilian instead of bodyguard and soldier well. after all, he used a familiar cover for the second time. at the table, his brows rise up his forehead. ] Is that actual food? [ he asks, excitement seeping into his voice.
the tea he's brought feels meager now for all the work he'd gone through to get it. ] She does? [ he asks, shaking himself out of the stupor of staring at real food. ] Didn't know that.
I know Clara more for... other things. [ like trying to drive a car from the backseat and using a raunchy romance novel to have him practice reading aloud. ]
action; sometime in the night! | cw: anxiety/panic attack-like symptoms
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[Really, it's just a matter of Rey being in the right place at the right time. Newt has woken up from a pretty unpleasant dream, the kind that leaves you shaken to your core... but where most dreams are a relief to wake up from, because you know they're truly fiction? His only serve to send him into a paranoid spiral. He drags on a shirt and foregoes shoes, practically fleeing his room (for the first time in what feels like a long time-) and winds up pacing through the hallways like there's a fire to put out.
His fire, really. His metaphorical mental trashfire.
But he can't stop himself from feeling it. The ice-cold feeling that they're here, that they've always been here and they'll always be here, and that they'd somehow tricked them into only thinking the precursors had been vanquished. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head-]
Fuck you, you're gone, you're gone-
[As he turns the corner with haste, he ends up pretty much slamming into poor Rey.
Well, unless her Force skills warn her that some anxious pacer is about to run into her, anyway.]
His fire, really. His metaphorical mental trashfire.
But he can't stop himself from feeling it. The ice-cold feeling that they're here, that they've always been here and they'll always be here, and that they'd somehow tricked them into only thinking the precursors had been vanquished. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head-]
Fuck you, you're gone, you're gone-
[As he turns the corner with haste, he ends up pretty much slamming into poor Rey.
Well, unless her Force skills warn her that some anxious pacer is about to run into her, anyway.]
[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]
[The first few moments with her, he almost seems to look through her, nearly wrenching his arms back out of her grasp. But then his eyes snap into focus behind his black-rimmed glasses, which have gone a little crooked after running into her, and he settles down into something one step under 'exploding powder keg'.]
I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine. [He waves a hand, and sounds more like he's trying to tell himself as much.] But I don't know if I'm fine, y'know? Like, I woke up, and it was probably just nightmares, but they always gave me those nightmares I could never remember. What if they're still in there, and I just can't remember they're in there? What if I'm still dangerous? If they were hiding in my head again, they could do something β they could come back and finish what they startedβ
[Sorry, Rey, he'll ramble until he's properly quieted.]
I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine. [He waves a hand, and sounds more like he's trying to tell himself as much.] But I don't know if I'm fine, y'know? Like, I woke up, and it was probably just nightmares, but they always gave me those nightmares I could never remember. What if they're still in there, and I just can't remember they're in there? What if I'm still dangerous? If they were hiding in my head again, they could do something β they could come back and finish what they startedβ
[Sorry, Rey, he'll ramble until he's properly quieted.]
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