REVERIE 🌊🪶
@bluebirdofthesea.bsky.social
“I am free, and that is why I am lost” | (THEY/THEM) | (FALLENASSI) | (FORCE-SENSITIVE) | (BAD BATCH OC) | #SWRP | #THEBADBATCH | #STARWARSOC
It was foolish to trust someone so easily, but after running for so long, any safety seemed like a gift.
Hopefully they wouldn’t love to regret it.
Hopefully they wouldn’t love to regret it.
February 26, 2025 at 8:08 PM
It was foolish to trust someone so easily, but after running for so long, any safety seemed like a gift.
Hopefully they wouldn’t love to regret it.
Hopefully they wouldn’t love to regret it.
They feel the White Current swirl around the two of them. This person was… strange. Certainly not like them— their ripples in the Current felt like... unbalanced. Different. They couldn’t blame her. The Empire destroyed the lives of anyone like the two of them.
“…thank you. Are you hurt?”
“…thank you. Are you hurt?”
February 18, 2025 at 9:20 PM
They feel the White Current swirl around the two of them. This person was… strange. Certainly not like them— their ripples in the Current felt like... unbalanced. Different. They couldn’t blame her. The Empire destroyed the lives of anyone like the two of them.
“…thank you. Are you hurt?”
“…thank you. Are you hurt?”
All things considered, there are worse places to land, and worse people to meet.
Reverie gives one final nod to Crosshair before the two set off, watching the wreckage of their ship fade away, listening to the waves of the ocean.
Maybe things will be okay.
Reverie gives one final nod to Crosshair before the two set off, watching the wreckage of their ship fade away, listening to the waves of the ocean.
Maybe things will be okay.
February 17, 2025 at 1:55 AM
All things considered, there are worse places to land, and worse people to meet.
Reverie gives one final nod to Crosshair before the two set off, watching the wreckage of their ship fade away, listening to the waves of the ocean.
Maybe things will be okay.
Reverie gives one final nod to Crosshair before the two set off, watching the wreckage of their ship fade away, listening to the waves of the ocean.
Maybe things will be okay.
//Yup! Pretty busy the whole time, but I’m all good to go now!
February 17, 2025 at 1:39 AM
//Yup! Pretty busy the whole time, but I’m all good to go now!
//SORRY MY INTERNET WENT OUT FOR LIKE 4 DAYS :(( it’s okay we’re back now
February 16, 2025 at 1:34 PM
//SORRY MY INTERNET WENT OUT FOR LIKE 4 DAYS :(( it’s okay we’re back now
//HI SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG I lost internet for like 4 days. It’s all cool though we good now!!
//If you want to wrap it up here we can!! I’m cool with either option, so it’s up to you.
//If you want to wrap it up here we can!! I’m cool with either option, so it’s up to you.
February 16, 2025 at 1:33 PM
//HI SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG I lost internet for like 4 days. It’s all cool though we good now!!
//If you want to wrap it up here we can!! I’m cool with either option, so it’s up to you.
//If you want to wrap it up here we can!! I’m cool with either option, so it’s up to you.
*There’s only a few moments of silence followed by a quiet, out of breath whisper:* “You’re like me.” *Reverie doesn’t know if what they’re feeling is hope or fear, but they slowly approach Jira like a cautious loth-cat*
February 11, 2025 at 11:30 PM
*There’s only a few moments of silence followed by a quiet, out of breath whisper:* “You’re like me.” *Reverie doesn’t know if what they’re feeling is hope or fear, but they slowly approach Jira like a cautious loth-cat*
—burst of energy, they clumsily jump off the side of the ship, landing in the shallower waters and scrambling towards the land towards their salvation.*
February 11, 2025 at 11:30 PM
—burst of energy, they clumsily jump off the side of the ship, landing in the shallower waters and scrambling towards the land towards their salvation.*
—that survived the crash— their helmet, some rations, potentially a weapon, and moves to leave their ship.*
*When they breached the surface, it was… a lot nicer than they were expecting. The air was cool and crisp, and the scenery felt calming, like everything was right. As right as it could be.*
*When they breached the surface, it was… a lot nicer than they were expecting. The air was cool and crisp, and the scenery felt calming, like everything was right. As right as it could be.*
February 11, 2025 at 12:52 PM
—that survived the crash— their helmet, some rations, potentially a weapon, and moves to leave their ship.*
*When they breached the surface, it was… a lot nicer than they were expecting. The air was cool and crisp, and the scenery felt calming, like everything was right. As right as it could be.*
*When they breached the surface, it was… a lot nicer than they were expecting. The air was cool and crisp, and the scenery felt calming, like everything was right. As right as it could be.*
//HI OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS GENUINELY IT DID NOT POP UP IN MY NOTIFS SORRY SORRY SORRY
February 11, 2025 at 12:43 PM
//HI OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS GENUINELY IT DID NOT POP UP IN MY NOTIFS SORRY SORRY SORRY
“…Shoulder got injured.” *They whispered, jumping near the front of the boat with not as much grace as they would’ve liked. The masked teenager shook their head.* “But I am alright. I can handle it.” *They put a protective arm around their side, suddenly aware of how defenceless they were*
February 11, 2025 at 3:50 AM
“…Shoulder got injured.” *They whispered, jumping near the front of the boat with not as much grace as they would’ve liked. The masked teenager shook their head.* “But I am alright. I can handle it.” *They put a protective arm around their side, suddenly aware of how defenceless they were*
*They take a second to catch their breath, before awkwardly climbing down and hopping onto the rocks below. They hesitantly make their way towards their saviour, studying him behind their blank-faced mask.*
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”
February 10, 2025 at 9:06 PM
*They take a second to catch their breath, before awkwardly climbing down and hopping onto the rocks below. They hesitantly make their way towards their saviour, studying him behind their blank-faced mask.*
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”