Just two little monarchs with big dreams: dreams bigger than they can swallow.
This piece is available as a print! This is the first in a series of (hopefully) a bunch to come, so if this doesn’t tickle your fancy, perhaps one of the others will. And since I’ll be doing all of the printing and production myself, they are pretty cheap! Check it out here!
Note: the print pictured below the cut is a test, so the text and proportions will vary slightly, but it will end up being about 16″ by 8″
A/N: literally never used something more than a star wars name generator i s2g
I’m woken up by a banging on the door to my quarters. I refuse to get up, but the banging doesn’t cease, and it doesn’t take long for BB-09 to start beeping at me to answer it.
"Can I help you?“ I snap as I open the door, only to have a pile of clothing shoved into my arms. The abrupt action wakes me up fully.
"General needs you on the landing strip in 10. You’ll also need to hand in your old uniform at some point.” Commander Poe Dameron tells me.
"Oh, uh, thanks?“ I say, still moderately confused. The man goes to leave, stifling a yawn. "Hey, you okay? You look exhausted.”
"Not everyone gets dismissed as early as you do.“ He replies flatly, walking away. I frown, watching him go for a moment before returning to my room, closing the door behind me, deciding to dismiss his behaviour.