Thread: OF EMERALD & HOPE: A Star Wars Saga [HopefulRebel x Temptationist]

I'm offering you what you want, Dameron. I shrugged my shoulders, An alliance with the Resistance. And alliance with General Organa, her fighters, even you. I was mesmerized by the few curls that fell from your forehead still wet and relentlessness in their effort to free. And your dark eyes - I couldn't remember the last time I had seen eyes so brown before. They were an anomaly on Kaspia - most of the Kaspian people had varying shades of green and blue eyes. Sometimes hazel, but rarely, anything darker. Kommander Typhonis isn't scary, Poe. The subject of discussion was instantly changed in that moment. My vague answer to your question was distracted by the switch in gears. I smiled softly, raising my hand to brush the side of your face as I pushed the few loose curls aside. She's scared... of you . My eyes lowered as I looked more intensely in to those dark orbs of yours. ... of your eyes . My hand had fallen to land on your chest a romantic gesture I had not even conscious made on my own volition. They are without colour. Dark, mysterious... like the ocean's abyss. Suddenly snapping out of the trance I had fallen to, I swiftly pulled my hand away from you. What... Taking a deep inhale, I passed my tongue over my lips a sort of nervous tick I displayed in times of uncertainty. ... I am offering... Clearing my throat, I returned to the previous topic of conversation. A colony, and a big one - property that is valuable not only to our lands but to your cause. Although I took a step back, I had not moved very far from you. I am also offering protection, and my technology. Whatever you need, I will give it to you. Ships, fighters, rovers, soldiers - whatever you request, I will supply. This was an expansive list of resources, resources that prior to your arrival here, General Organa didn't even know we had. Food, water, shelter of course. I continued, taking a deep huffing puff of air. Shaking my head softly, I dipped my face into my hands - the damp hair cascading over my head as I did so. I expect nothing. Though, I couldn't seem to look you in the eyes as I said that. It was the true, at least partly. Sighing, I took a troubling inhale, the fact that I was having difficult breathing becoming more and more apparently with every huff. Lifting my head, I moved my hands to your shoulders. It's not what I expect.... My head was trembling, as were my hands. It's... what I hope . My eyes began to water again. My body was having a physical reaction to whatever I was trying to say to you, but I couldn't manage to scoff it up. Wheezing, my knees began to buckle below me. I clenched the fabric of my bathing suit's top piece with one hand, while the other grabbed harder for your shoulder searching for support. My jaw was clenched, my eyes glossed over, and my face was turning blue from the pain and lack of oxygen. Only seconds went by before I suddenly gasped - as if taking air for the first time. The Heart! I called out. Taking another inhale, ... It's dying . Regaining my strength as the tightening in my chest passed, I realized I was running out of time. I'm dying. Swallowing long and hard, my body slowly regained its once proud and tall position. Moving away completely. And it isn't my life I am hoping to save. Nor is it the lives of any Kaspians currently on this forsaken planet. Looking out to the vast colony, I slowly reduced myself to a sitting position. Sinking into a rock's ledge, I looked broken empty. It's the prospect of a future. A generation of people descendants of Kaspia. Shaking my head, I sighed. There has not been birth on this planet for over 50 years. Looking back to you, my eyes found comfort in your dark orbs. All children that make it to birth die at conception. All of them . I slipped my fingers in to the fabric concealing my chest and pulled an emerald pendant from my top. This was no ordinary emerald. This was a crystal - a KYBER CRYSTAL . Slipping it from around my neck, I handed it to you.