𝐁𝐎-𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

"𝘐 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘈𝘵 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘳." • 𝘽𝙤-𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙯𝙚 • [𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜] ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ↺ + ♡

sweat dripping from her brow, kryze unleashed the stresses of the day on a punching bag suspended from the ceiling, knuckles bloodied and raw— this is how she “relaxes”. . .

workout—;

a small smirk shapes her features as she migrates over, manspreading instantly as she sits, her hand out for the other to grasp. “go ahead.”

(😳) oh, um— (looking at her own nails, short and in need of some tlc.) sure!

(leaning in to inspect the nails.) hm. a pleasant shade, i must say.

(with the blood?)

under the blazing sun, bo-katan moved with fierce determination, her muscles taut and glistening with sweat as she honed her combat skills. each strike and parry was executed with precision. spotting the ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ approach, her eyes challenged them to join her rigorous training.

thank you. (whether this was meant as a compliment or not, bo took it as one, a small smile shaping her lips.) . . . 💪

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝?—;

her stare wouldn’t falter, piercing greens analysing the other woman’s features— was she alright? she seemed to be sweating profusely… “i suppose it is… though, i 𝐚𝐦 the one who was working out.” she’d smirk, grabbing a small towel to pat herself dry of sweat.

“hm? oh, go ahead.” she’d offer a small nod, and an even smaller smile.

“general? are you alright?” she’d ask, quirking a brow as her hip cocked to the side, hand placed atop it.

i don’t judge the way you want to live your life— this sort of lifestyle was bred into me, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

a small smirk, hand on her hip as she eyed the other. “appreciated. it’s important to stay fit.”

“tempre….” she’d linger off, muttering to herself as she tried to wrap her head around the other’s sudden disappearance.

. . . “don’t lie to me.”

“barriss?” she’d call after her, head tilted. “are you okay?”

“hm?” yeah, she’s been spotted.

“well, you’re staring.”

raising a brow— “what?”