A/N: Just a little thing I whipped up for May the 4th (be with you). It has not been proofread… sooo…. Sorry about that, guys. No, I could not resist the Supernatural quote. Kudos to you if you can spot it. IT’S STILL THE 4TH WHERE I AM GUYS (but sorry this is so late in it… whoops). Gif is not mine.
“I have to go, love.” Poe was leaving on another mission. I knew he didn’t like leaving me behind, but I’d been injured on my last mission and was still grounded and ordered bedrest.
“I know.” I didn’t really know what else I could say. I mean, yeah I was restless, but I didn’t want to take my frustration out on him. “I’ll miss you.” He chuckled at that, though it seemed to be more of a choked-back version of a full laugh. What he didn’t seem to get was that I could feel the laughter coursing through him since his arm was holding me to his side.
“You do realize this will only take a few hours, right? I’ll be back before dinner!”
“A few hours is a long time when I can’t get up to do anything, fly boy!” Flushing, I poked his side playfully.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m soRRY.” He held his hands up in surrender, but his voice got louder when I had poked him again. “I’ll miss you too. But I really gotta get up.”
“I guess… May the force be with you. And good luck.” With that, I stretched up and pressed my lips to his. “I love you, you goofball.”
“I love you too, silly.” Poe tugged me gently back into the kiss, his hand sliding up and into my hair before he pulled away. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Go save the world, Dameron.” He grinned, kissing my forehead. Walking backwards toward the door, he kept making faces at me as the grown five-year-old went through the door, blowing a final kiss.
See, the downside of not being able to get out of bed (not only was I on bedrest, but I was physically incapable of standing on my own) was that I couldn’t tell when the squadron got back. Naturally, this increased the stress, which increased my tiredness, so I had fallen into a bit of a nap. Alright, so I was dead to the world. Close enough.
Back to the point, the first indication I had that Poe had gotten home was when his hand on my shoulder had me bolting upright.
“Whoa, easy, tiger.”
“Who else?” In the space of a heartbeat, I was in his arms, though I didn’t remember who moved first. He may have only been gone for six hours, forty-seven minutes, and twenty-one seconds (not that I was counting), but I had missed having him with me. After all, he’d become a near constant presence after my injury in addition to being my boyfriend, so it was weird not having him there.
“How’d it go?” I asked, my voice muffled by his jacket.
“Piece of cake. Everything went just how it was supposed to, for once.” We both chuckled at that as he moved onto the bed again, maneuvering himself so that I was lying half across him.
“That’s good. Wish I could’ve been there to see it.”
“Hey, you’ll be flying again in no time, just you watch.” His voice came out muffled by my hair, and he pressed a kiss to my head before continuing. “In celebration of this momentous occasion, how about you and I just lay here and take a nap, hmmm?”
“Mmm, I like this idea.” Of course I did. Sleep had already half-taken over again with his warm arms wound around me.
Chaste Desires On Heavenly Beauty Bound Chapter 10/12 Wordcount: ~750 Rating: T Summary: The Twelve Days of ObiDala. (Yes, really.) There is a vague overarching narrative of falling in love playing out over these oneshots, but I’m also messing around with AUs and all sorts of platonic and unconditional emotion too.
Excerpt, this part (canon era): “Time
is our enemy,” Obi-Wan had said, as he stared down at the planet during their
approach from orbit, already, as he so often did, looking further into their
futures than she could ever fathom. The time since the last invasion, he says,
long enough ago that the citizens have forgotten what it is like to live under
siege. The time, already so devastating, since this new disaster, so
overwhelming, so likely not only to create resistance heroes but to send the
vast majority of decent beings fleeing physically and mentally towards any
place and any state in which they think themselves safe and alone.
diminishing time the two of them have before they are worn too ragged to be of
two weeks into a battle during which, every day, she finds herself blinking in
dumbfounded silence at the rubble of a building she can conjure out of the air
in her mind, perfect and whole and its colors illuminated by sunlight, she
feels them both cracking at their cores.
It’s been well over a year since I updated this series, and this isn’t much more than a little tag of sorts for the previous part; just trying to flex my writing muscles again. It’s been hard recently. :-/
With @izzyovercoffee outlining issues with other fan constructions of clone in Mando'a (see this post), I put forward eyayad.
It’s from the noun echo, eyayah, and literally translates to something “one who is an echo [of another]”. It captures the prime-clone relationship relatively well, the clone recalls the prime but isn’t an exact replication in the way an echo does an originating sound. It’s also neutrally toned, maybe even a little sentimental in my opinion. And it’s a lovely, pretty poetic term, and I like that about it.
As for verbs, I’d simply propose using “to echo”. To clone, to copy, and similar are synonyms, and Mando'a already relegates so much to context that I find it feasible that synonym usage can be handled similarly. There isn’t a verb form of echo given to us by Traviss, but I’d imagine it’s a simple eyayahir, eyaya'ir or eyayir, I suppose depending on what one finds most natural, accounting for regional or dialectical variations (assuming echo is identical across the board). Context simply carries the word if one means “to echo”, “to copy”, or “to clone [a living being]”.
Just posting a friendly reminder that this blog is officially going to be just dw and star wars, with a few of my minor fandoms thrown in. I will no longer be part of the marvel fandom/adjoining marvel fandoms.