𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑.

┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄. cassian jeron andor. the rebel spy. fulcrum. half agony, half hope. all filters by sladestrokes. articulations of #𝓐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓.

🎶 that’s my best friend she a real bad bitch got her own money she don’t need no one on the dance floor 🎶

// I joined the old hollywood besties :)

“oh. great.” cassian huffed, knowing full well that chirrut was never one to keep kay in line. in fact, chirrut would intentionally move the like just to see kay misbehave. “I’ll check with general organa later.”

“thank you.” soles of worn-out boots hit the floor, and cassian is grateful to be on solid ground. adjusting his jacket, he turns to face the droid. “so—what trouble will I be apologizing for on your behalf this time?”

࿐ ˚ . ✦

“I would be most grateful.” something he also missed—ahsoka’s extraordinary talent for making tea. it was a delicacy in the midst of the rebellion’s bland food sources. standing to his feet, cassian offers a hand to the togruta.

// HERE’S A PICTURE OF HER FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE SHE’S MAH BAYBEEE

// I’m so sorry for my absence recently here and on cel. if we don’t follow each other on my personal you might not know but I was able to fulfill a lifelong dream and adopt a kitten! she’s been taking up all my time, but I’ll try and be here more! ❤️❤️

a h s o k a ?

they held a mutual understanding. a promise between fulcrums that they were safe in the presence of the other. “are you—crying?” such an act actually surprised him, lo and behold. he chuckled softly, reaching to help wipe her tears away. “none of that today, ahsoka.”

“I know.” his voice was as soft as a yavin rain, yet carried his own mournful feelings. poe had too many losses in his ledger. when would it ever be enough? “come on, diabillio. give me a tour.”

“are you surprised?” the question was rhetorical, and any other being would know as much. but he finds himself clarifying, “don’t answer that.”