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[ashehole]

Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

Comments

i'm crying hideously

[paidforthem]

[She focuses on a single spot on the wall, ignore the way the bed shifts as he gets up. There's a clenching in her stomach, like there's a sickness gripping her.

There is. It's got hold of both of them.

Tahiri bites back - literally, her teeth dig into her tongue - to keep the apology from rolling out of her mouth. She is his dog, but that doesn't mean she's simpering. Does it? Is she?

After a moment, she sits up, her back still to him. And then she tosses a casual glance over shoulder.] What would be the point? I was going to end up back here in the morning. It saves time.

i have rain on my face

[deepthinkythoughts]

How expedient.

[ he sighs, turning his head to look back over his shoulder at her ]

You're here in the morning of your own volition.

so fucked up

[paidforthem]

[Her gaze meets his, but for only a second as she looks away again.] Yes. [Her jaw clenches briefly.] It won't happen again.

I feel so dirty

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he's patient, so he waits for her to look up and meet his gaze again before speaking. When she finally does, he lets a slow and comforting smile form on his lips ]

Yes it will.

me too LMAO

[paidforthem]

[His words couldn't have been any more of a surprise if he had reached out and slapped her with them. Eyes wide, her gaze snaps back up.] What?

8(

[deepthinkythoughts]

Let's not pretend we're naive, Tahiri. [ his voice is soft and calm, perfectly measured

he turns to face her ]

Or is that what you'd rather do. Pretend?

[paidforthem]

[She hates that voice, his calm. She hates it because it sounds right even when she doesn't want him to be. And she hates it because she can't be calm and soft or even right.

He turns to face her, and Tahiri looks back at that spot on the wall.]

No. [It's a weak word said weakly.] I don't want to pretend. [She pretends anyway.] Are you pretending?

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he outstretches a hand and cradles her cheek within it, fingers curling around a stray tendril of her blonde hair before pushing it back behind her ear. He's silent for a few moments, as his hand rests there, staring at her like she's something he wants to pin down ]

I don't have that luxury.

[paidforthem]

[The touch is intimate, and for a second she almost leans into it. It's not like she's had a lot of experience with human contact, and Caedus... At least he's something, at least he's there.

She stares back at him, stomach clenching with something that isn't guilt or anger, almost daring him to pin her.]

But you want to?

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ so much pain, and yet still so naive. It was that contradiction that drew him to her in the first place. That, and maybe...

Maybe a need to feel some sort of tenant to something that was long gone.

He laughs softly, leaning forward and kissing her forehead ]

I want far greater things than you could possibly imagine.

[paidforthem]

[Her eyes close briefly when his lips graze over her forehead, over the scars that still line her skin. And she can pretend that it's real affection, that why they are and this is doesn't go against everything she used to stand for.

That it doesn't go against Anakin.]

That's okay. I don't need to imagine all that you want, Caedus. [Her eyes open, and they're brown, not blue, and her stomach plummets all over again.] I'm still going to be here to help you.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ Just what he wants to hear.

Jacen tilts her head up, and moves his lips to hers. The kiss is slow and lingering, and he makes sure his eyes are closed for it.

When he finally pulls back, he still makes sure his eyes are closed ]

Good. Our future will hold endless possibilities.

[paidforthem]

[His eyes are closed, and there's no longer brandy-brown eyes pinning her down and stripping her away, layer by layer, strip by strip. She lets herself get swept away by his kiss, more practiced than Anakin was, less feeling.

For all of his soft words and sweet touches, Tahiri knows him for what he is.

She hates that his eyes are closed. That he can deny her seeing the truth on his face, that he can act like she isn't a threat. But her shoulders slump, because she's not.

So instead her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.] I'm not looking for endless possibilities.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he knows she's not. Tahiri's vision for the galaxy begins and ends with Anakin Solo. It's...disappointing, really. He smiles with his eyes closed as she touches him, giving a low hum of approval so she knows its acceptable to continue]

Why would you? Don't worry, Tahiri. I have no desire to shoulder my burdens on to you.

[paidforthem]

[At the sound of approval, her hand slides over his face, into his hair, brushing her fingers through it. There's something satisfying about messing up the perfect way it was hanging.

She leans in, and she can't tell if it's because she wants to or because he wants her to, but her lips hover over his.] No, but I can carry a few. That's what I'm here for, right?

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ She's coming along nicely.

Jacen smiles, opening his eyes and staring straight into hers with an intensity reminiscent of mad men. But he's not mad. And perhaps that's worse. ]

I have so much to teach you. [ his words have a faraway quality to them, as if he's mapping out some complicated future, as if he's planning out the galaxy.

When he leans forward again, the kiss isn't gentle. He's not Anakin, and while he'll indulge her desire for that intimacy, she needs to learn the distinction. Caedus claims her mouth hungrily, the hand on her cheek wrapping around to the back of her head to push her forward ]

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri believes that Caedus can plan out the galaxy. There are so many things about him that she doesn't understand, that she hates, that makes her disgusted, but she wholeheartedly believes he could plan out the galaxy.

And that terrifies her.

That attracts her.

It makes her despise him.

So when he kisses her, she tastes his hunger and absorbs it, lets it feed her anger as her finger clench in his hair. He is not Anakin and will never be Anakin. Her eyes screw shut as she kisses him harder, mouth crashing against his.]

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he senses her anger and hatred, and it causes a flare of satisfaction within him. Caedus doesn't bother to hide it from her, letting her know that her ire, her fear, is what he's been after all along.

He pulls away from her, still holding the back of her head as he inhales her exhales, measuring his breaths ]

Are you here of your own volition, Tahiri?

[paidforthem]

[There's something about that satisfaction that she wants to latch onto, to wrap herself in it. Because when she hates him, she also needs his approval, needs him to want to help her with Anakin.

Needs him in a sick way.

There's a quiet murmur of disappointment when he pulls away, to which she grits her teeth.]

Yes.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he nods, and kisses her again- this one is chaste, almost loving if either of them were prone to such saccharine delusions.

Caedus pulls back and away, standing from the bed. Still naked from the night before, he levitates his robe towards him and shrugs it on. As Caedus meticulously ties the knot around his waist, he speaks to her without looking up from the menial task ]

I need you to meet with Pellaeon.

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri bites back a sigh, a weight lifting off her chest when he's finally out of her space, when she doesn't have to continue breathing him in. Even then, she watches him, her gaze drifting over the lines of his body that she's come to know better than she should have.

What would Anakin think of her? What would anyone else think of this, of them?

Nothing, because they're nothing, and they must be nothing.

She doesn't make a move to get dressed yet.] What do you need me to do?

[deepthinkythoughts]

He's been resisting my requests for Imperial aid. [ he sounds calm and dignified, but the frustration is clear through the Force ]

I thought sending a friendly face may persuade him. [ Caedus smiles ] I imagine changing an old man's mind won't prove too difficult for my apprentice, will it?

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri slides off the bed then, and picks her clothes off from the floor. What she needs is a shower, but she can do that on the way to Pellaeon. So she slips her clothes on slowly, letting his frustration wash over her, ground her.]

It shouldn't. [She agrees softly, running her fingers through her hair.] I will secure the aid we need.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ Caedus turns to look at her finally, taking a few steps over to where she stands. He towers over her, and not for the first time he marvels at just how small the girl who had ensnared his brother so is ]

I anticipate nothing but success.

[ and, because he knows this way is easiest, and most efficient and perhaps even a little indulgent on his part, he trails his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to his ]

It is beyond valuable to have someone I can trust.

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri looks back up at Caedus, not wanting to seem weak or small in some way, but it's hard to not feel that way with him. To feel powerless in comparison.

His skin is warm, fingers calloused, and she hates that she likes the way they feel as he tilts her chin up.]

You have no reason to doubt me, master. [A beat.] But I want to see Anakin.