—; 𝘕𝘰. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦.  an ind. musing of #Prometheus

she strongly dislikes it here.

A light grimace creased upon her porcelain skin. Of course he would be able to sense trouble, no matter how heavily Asajj masked it. "I have been having visions as of recent." Few words, as ever; she had never been very talkative, only in battle.

Perhaps . .

... what sort of brew.

She fell silent, considering her words, never the type to mince such things. “Physically altering visions. Fire upon my skin. Places that I haven’t been to before, calling to me.” Pale blue eyes raised to view her Master, silently pleading against the will of her cold visage.

Alone upon the high platform of a Temple Spire, she lets herself enjoy the quiet stillness of the night.

|| BOTHER HER

𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 | 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 an independent portrayal of an oc for the star wars verse. unofficial leader of a band of hunters for the rebellion. one of seven. literate/descriptive. #𝙠𝙪𝙞𝙞𝙡 ♡ + ↺

Ahem.

Huff— Well. She was not aware that she had company.

S c o w l s . “You have one second to move.”

. . . She would not be against company.

There are many a great morbid things that she can say in response, but as ever, Asajj bites her tongue. Skywalker has a loud mouth. “I would take you down with me, so that we may have one last shared experience.” Pure sarcasm.

S l o w l y raises a brow. “Do you often . . . sing, when you do that?”

I was thinking about something. What are you doing here?

Taking a quiet walk.

well, well, well.

She leaves for a little while and this Temple is still as chaotic as she left it.

Yawns. So boring here.