Her smile is the crescent moon,
Commanding hearts tides with a witch of her lips,
She looks down upon her empire,
But her crescent moon is waning.

He climbs a staircase to the stars,
Calling her name into the darkness,
Draped between this world and the rest,
He starts to run.

The world sees an early sunset,
The sun racing towards the horizon,
Spilling golden rays across the sky,
They spell her name.

The bounty hunter of Mandalore and the assassin of Lothal.

Together, they were infinite.

[disclaimer]

set before + during season 1

i don't own the rights to Star Wars

if you want quick fluff romance — this ain't it sis. brace yourselves for a very slow-burning relationship

as always comment your thoughts! i love hearing what you have to say — the good, the bad and the ugly, i wanna hear it all.

may the force be with you