momslilassassin: ([neu] i have a sweater)
Ben hated saying goodbye, and when it was to family it was even worse.

And when it was Jaina and she was so close in the timeline to where he'd been when he'd started school here, well, it wasn't much of a stretch to figure out why he'd called Tahiri to go out flying with him for a bit today.

Avoidance was a Skywalker trait, after all.

Besides, he and Ender would be heading back to Coruscant after his shift at Fixer-Uppers tomorrow. He might as well do something fun today befor a weekend full of extremely boring negotiations.

[OOC: For the girl with no shoes.]
momslilassassin: (x [20 year] buh?)
It was, much to Tony Stark's chagrin, a rather unusual occurance for Ben Skywalker to wake up with a woman in his bed these days.

Or a man, for that matter, people reading the narrative.

And it was really not his style to be cuddled up against his ex-girlfriend-turned-Imperial Jedi (because even groggy, he could sense who he was next to) no matter how comfortable he was currently finding it.

"Um..." he began cautiously.

Sadly, Ben had not gotten any smoother in the last twenty years.
momslilassassin: (kitty!)
Yes, it was an unholy hour of the morning, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, but Ben was hungry.

This, it must be admitted, was not an unusual state for him, even when he wasn't stuck as a kitten, but the kitten thing mean that he had no thumbs, which meant he was going to need someone else to get the ice cream out for him.

Fortunately for him, there was a nice, warm person under blankets just begging to be pounced upon.

Tahiri hadn't noticed him in hours, after all. She surely must have missed him!

Incoming ball of kitten fur to the hair landing in three, two, one...

[OOC: for the girl!]
momslilassassin: ([neu] feeling a little gangster)
Ben'd had a rather difficult few days, so a booty call date with his girlfriend was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

If doctors ordered booty calls dates with girlfriends.

He strode towards the shuttle with chocolate and ice cream (his brain had been giving him Ideas), wondering if he'd beaten Tahiri here.

He was a little anxious to get off the island right now. No reason. Really.

[OOC: for the girl!]
momslilassassin: ([neg] lost little boy)
Ben had finished with his classes and fled back to his room: today was just not a day he was up to spending around a lot of people.

He checked his comlink just in time to see a quick message from his father show up--Miss you. Love you. Check in later. Dad.--and promised himself that he'd reply later. For now, though, he was going to curl up on his bed with a complicated piece of machinery to tinker with and a pint of ice cream to eat, and try (unsuccessfully--having perfect recall was no gift) to forget every single moment of what it was like to find his mom in the Hapes Cluster.

Ben hated anniversaries.
momslilassassin: ([pos] pretty lighting)
Another day in Colorado, and another awkward morning in his and Tahiri's room together.

At least there was hot chocolate? Ben had a mug of it in his hands, partially because hot chocolate was astral and partially because it gave him something to do.

Maybe they was something good on television?

If he was supposed to be using this trip as a romantic week, Ben had failed rather spectacularly so far.

[OOC: For two!]
momslilassassin: ([neg] crying)
It turns out that Skywalker stupidity stubbornness can only hold out so long against the forces of nature, and healing trances and meditation are not the same thing as sixteen solid hours of sleep.

Unfortunately for Ben, the sleep meant that his brain was trying to process all of the trauma he'd been repressing... )

Ben woke up with a cry, clapping both hands over his mouth so he wouldn't wake Ender, then remembered he was alone in the room. He curled himself around his pillow, buried his head in it to muffle the sound, and wept.

[OOC: For two who know who they are...]
momslilassassin: ([neu] intense)
Ben had ditched his lightsaber back in his alcove by telling her that ice cream would cause her internals to melt (the lightsaber was shiny and bright but not that smart), but his girlfriend the cougar was still accompanying him as he and Ender headed into town for ice cream.

Oh, don't pretend like you're surprised to hear that.

"So, weird weekend," Ben commented with a little smile as he watched Tahiri's tail twitch above the foliage.
momslilassassin: ([neg] I have a hood and am looking down)
"I think you're really starting to get the hang of that one spin," Ben said, leaning against the wall to rest as he waited for Tahiri to open her door. "Granddad makes it look really easy. I trip over my feet half the time and I haven't even added the cloak to it."

He frowned. "Sometimes I wonder how many of Granddad's moves are because he thinks they look really astral for the news."

[OOC: For the girl!]
momslilassassin: ([pos] tongue)
Yes, he'd done it last year.

Yes, he still thought it was funny.

Ben glanced at the calendar one more time, chuckled and commed his father.

"Skywalker."

"Hey, Dad. May the Fourth be with you!"

There was a pause and then a heavy sigh. "Again?"

Ben laughed, hung up and went back to putting his droid back together. Tiny him had been industrious about ripping it apart.

Tiny him was annoying.

[OOC: Open door, open post!]
momslilassassin: ([neg] gawking)
"Why did we agree to this again?" Ben asked in an undertone to Tahiri for what was probably the fortieth time since they'd left Fandom. "Other than it being his birthday and Granddad being insanely intimidating?"

He reached his hand out to knock on the door.

[OOC: For the other babysitter, then Rory!]
momslilassassin: (Default)
Ben had already sent flowers, but he'd managed to get the haystack on his head his hair cut today and figured that would serve as an additional Valentine's gift tonight.

Well, that and the ice cream he was carrying.

With his free hand he rapped on Tahiri's door.

[OOC: For the girl and epic levels of SP while I spend time with my valentines :)]
momslilassassin: ([neg] looking down)
Ben was on his bed with an ice pack on his shoulder (his grandfather had thunked him good and hard today during practice), idly reading through news reports from home and wondering just how good an idea it was to have put Daala in charge of anything, let alone the entire galactic government.

...not that anyone had asked him.

The door was open.
momslilassassin: ([neg] it's on the book cover)
Most people didn't view an invasion as a Great Date Night, but Ben and Tahiri weren't exactly most people.

"These don't seem very much like the other gremlins," Ben replied, making a little face when he got sprayed with blood from a poorly executed lightsaber swipe.

[OOC: For the girl.]
momslilassassin: ([neu] bw scruffy)
Let's be very clear: Ben was a badass, as was his roommate, and neither of them needed to snuggle a cute little whatever the thing was that had followed Ben home from his daily run.

Which was what Ben was very patiently--and then less patiently--explaining to the little thing as it tried to climb into his lap.

"You look like a middle aged Yoda," Ben laughed. "And no, I don't need a hug."

[OOC: Open door, open post!]
momslilassassin: ([neu] green hoodie)
After his daily run and trip to the gym, Ben had retreated to his room (not that he would see it that way) to continue working on the Thor helmet he'd been making for Jono.

Which was why Ben was currently hovering a good foot off of the ground and looking quite pleased with himself. The motor to make the wings actually serve a purpose was working!

The door was cracked open.

[OOC: And the post is totally open!]
momslilassassin: ([pos] soft smile)
"Last load," Ben said from behind a pile of metal. "Think we could start our own branch of Stark's right here in the room?"

His side of his new room was already neatly organized--not that he had much that wasn't droid parts--and he was talking mostly to hide his nerves.

Given the room's other occupant, he wasn't sure why he was even trying.

[OOC: For the roommate, and then open!]
momslilassassin: ([pos] hello down there)
The perfect recall thing came in handy when you were trying to remember where someone parked a cloaked ship, Ben thought as he walked straight to where Jen's spaceship was kept.

He'd just finished saying goodbye to Dean, so taking a trip off campus (way, way, way off campus) sounded like an excellent repression coping technique.

Now he just needed Tahiri.

[OOC: For the barefooted Jedi!]
momslilassassin: (Ben: looking down)
Ben hadn't been able to shake a feeling of something being wrong, but he chalked it up to it being his birthday.

After classes and his weekly stop in to see Ender, he fielded comlink calls from his father, Aunt Leia and his Jaina, telling them all he'd see them next week, then curled up on his bed with Tahiri (who he was starting to despair of ever not being a cougar, and he was mentally running the odds of his father being more or less okay with him dating a cat versus a version of someone who'd tortured him), and tried to take a nap.

[OOC: Door closed. First for the kitty-girlfriend, then for anyone else looking for the birthday boy...]
momslilassassin: (Ben: sad panda)
It had been an extremely long and musical day, which was why Ben had fled to the beach as soon as his classes were over in the hopes that the song Captain Kirk had been singing would eventually get out of his head.

Naturally, he'd been on the beach all of a minute when he'd gotten his wish.

Cut for lyrics. Contain your shock! )

Ben sighed, repressed the daddy issues the island seemed to want him to deal with, and looked out at the water, hoping that no one had heard him.

[OOC: I, of course, hope no such thing. Open!]

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