Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac

"It's complicated".
"Rose, I think that 'complicated' is a bit too delicate word to describe it", murmured Finn, looking at Poe's (living???) body rolling on the ground and making beeping noises.
"You're right", said Poe's voice coming out from BB-8's astromech body.
"Don't worry, guys", laughed Rey. "No matter what's the reason behind this, everything should come back to normal soon - at least I hope so. And in case that you're worried that it would put us in even bigger danger if the First Order would attack us, they're facing a similar problem right. ...ah, please don't ask me, how do I know about this".
***
"Supreme Leader Ren, unfortunately we still haven't found the way to switch general Hux and BB-9E's minds back to their respective bodies".
"I didn't order you to find the way to switch their minds back. Don't waste your time."
"But sir..."
"Lieutenant Mitaka, I don't think that the body-mind compatibility of any from our countless drois or any from our countless officers is so

If Rose "LittleSisterType" Tico knew that her HoloNet blind date works for the First Order, she'd hesitate before agreeing to meet him. She told him that just after they sat down by their table.
"To be honest, I wouldn't date you, if I knew that you're from the Reststance, as well", replied Dopheld "CalmnessSeeker" Mitaka. "It's not like I have something agains that personally... I just think that my superordinates wouldn't like it".
Rose knew that people working for murderous regimes treat their work in the same way as regular living beings treat their ordinary jobs. However, knowledge is one thing, and experience is another.
"Aren't you too normal to be a First Order officer?", she asked. Dopheld immediately saddened. Rose quickly mumbled "sorry".
After a couple of seconds she decided to break the awkward silence: "I think that your superordinates wouldn't mind, if you'd have just one date with someone from the Resistance. Or even a few dates. In the end, people don't have to reveal

Trupie wiersze i stołówkowe spiski
Fandom: Gwiezdne Wojny
Pairingi Rey x Kylo, być może i Finn x Rose
Sytuacja była w jakimś tam stopniu standardowa. Ot, koleżanka (czytaj: Rey) była zakochana, ale nie chciała tego przed nikim przyznać. Delikatne sugestie Rose, że obiekt jej zainteresowania (czytaj: Ben Solo) ewidentnie odwzajemnia jej uczucia, zbywała lekkim uśmiechem, po czym zmieniała temat. Obiekt ów natomiast, pytany o to samo, zawsze rzucał Tico dość nieprzyjemne spojrzenie... w pierwszej chwili. Potem szybko się reflektował, próbował zmienić wyraz twarzy na milszą i mówił coś o tym, że on wie, że Rose chce dobrze, ale on najpierw musi dojść do ładu ze sobą, a potem dopiero myśleć o związkach. A Rey pewnie i tak go teraz nie lubi.
-Oni są okropni- westchnęła Tico podczas którego

She didn't want hi... it.
She didn't want his hand
stripped of the dark sleeve,
humilitatingly outstretched
in its bareness -
to her and for her.
And for him.
With this bareness –
still bumptious
and impetuos
with the pleading groan,
but just a bit -
he showed the will
to leave all meaningless shards
behind:
„You won’t run away
with me;
I’ll run away with you...
as long as not to
your/my/our
Others –
just let me move
a bit closer.
I want only you”.
„Then you’ll be all alone.
Death to me in you
and to you in me”.
She cut him off and left.

The thought (yet still unspoken) words were breaking the silence embedding the chamber, stepping into Kylo Ren’s head and successfully barring it from the gently approaching nap. The boy
— you’ll always remain a boy closed in a man’s body  —
The boy man tried to convince himself
— to deceive himself —
that he may overcome it
— perhaps —
and that he'll be able to rest at least a bit after the last sleepless night. In the end he was able to do so before. Not always - even not very often - but still. He may do it now as well.
Repeating the semi-prayer patterns he came up with some time ago was usually the most successful way of coping with it.
***
“What is the thing I’ll be stronger with?
The Force.
What is the thing I’ll improve?
The Force - by removing the undesired elements from it.  
What do these elements lack?
The strength with the Force. The real strength.
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He could sense something strange in the air. This strangeness - or ever weirdness - had a very unfamiliar smell. A definitely unpleasant scent (if someone more eloquent would translate his thoughts into the words).
“You’re just a kid, who knows only life, but doesn’t know anything about everything else, yup?”, asked the clerk lady gloomily, noticing Shaun’s fearful glance. “You wouldn’t understand me, if I told you that everyone has some skeletons in their closet… am I right? You probably can’t understand the concept of skeletons - neither in the literal, nor in the metaphorical way”.
The sheep rolled his eyes, when the clark came out from behind the counter and took her steps to the closet located in the corner of the shop. That was the source of the awfully strange smell he felt before. He started regretting that from all places in this (tiny, but still not too small) town he had to enter this building.
He did it just becaus

They saw her by an accident:
she was a sorrowful woman,
constricting herself
down to the ground,
with the swarm
of all these years,
which she’s subsisted
somehow –
the tiddly creature,
nestling into the soil,
shaken with her fear
(as a field mouse,
when it’s finally fled
to its burrow
from the clutches
of an eagle-owl),
was holding the tombstone
against her chest:
she had to be the another
victim of surviving,
while the other(s)
should have lasted.
They came to her
out of their propriety,
threw the blanket
on her back,
squeezed some slices
of bread to her hand,
and then gave her
a bowl of hot soup
(without a spoon).
„Theres a human settlement
close to this place”,
sighs one of the rescuers.
„It seems they may take you in”.
„We can’t do this:
too many of us
are wounded,
and many others
went into captivity”.
„Humans here are good,
and this beautiful memorial
of these two poor things
may be a sign
of their kindness…

Wkute w kamień
Uciskającą siebie
w żalu kobietę,
pochyloną do ziemi
przez wielość
lat przetrwanych,
dojrzeli przypadkiem:
przycupnięta i maluchna,
trzęsiona przez strach
(niczym mysz leśna,
gdy już do nory umknie
przed szponami puchacza),
kamień grobowy
do piersi przyciskała -
zapewne kolejna ofiara
tego, iż to jej udało się przeżyć
(choć ktoś inny winien).
Z przyzwoitości podeszli,
koc jej na plecy narzucili
i kilka kromek chleba wcisnęli,
po czym podsunęli
miskę gorącej zupy
(łyżki nie podali).
-Tam jest osada ludzka- machnął jeden ręką.
-Zdaje się, że mogą ciebie przyjąć.
—My nie możemy:
  za dużo u nas
  trochę rannych,
  a prócz tego wielu
  poszło w niewolę.—
-O dobroci tutejszych ludzi
może zapewne świadczyć
ten oto pi