Summary: After returning from a particularly difficult mission, you don’t want anything to do with anybody. Guilt is eating away at you and you’re finally forced to open up to your friend, Cassian.
Author’s Note: This has been stuck in my head for what feels like forever! It is my first Star Wars fic, so I hope it’s okay. I just love Cassian so much and I loved writing him. I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and I think this piece is really a reflection of that. It is angsty as all get out, so beware. Please let me know what you think!!! Enjoy :)
Warnings: Language; ANGST; seriously, this whole thing is like one big angst fest; smidge of fluff; mentions of murder
Not wanting (or maybe not able) to face anybody, I trudged
back to my quarters without so much as a ‘hello’ to anyone after arriving back
at the Yavin 4 base. As if on autopilot, I shed my dirty clothes, covered in
dirt and grime and blood, and headed for the shower, washing up before
following my nightly routine and crawling into bed. Sleep didn’t come.
i have been losing sleep
counting the sheep
that have escaped
from each of my dreams
the early morning light
sleeps through the curtains
and once again
i am lying awake
lost inside of my mind
❝ You and Jimin have been playing an ongoing game of dare since the fourth grade, the only thing off limits —much to his disappointment— was daring you to marry him. ❞
Dream In a Dream | Fluff | Crack | Smut | Angst | Moody!Seokjin | Insomniac!Seokjin
❝ With the pressure of graduation nearing and the hunt for a job weighing on his shoulders, senior, Kim Seokjin has developed a serious case of insomnia. Imagine his surprise when his temporary relief comes in the form of a timid, underclassman and your uncanny ability to cuddle. ❞
Every single instance in which you were foolish enough to think that two hours of sleep was a sufficient amount to be a functioning, productive human being came back to bite you in the ass the very next day, no matter how many times it happened. Decorative rings of purple-blue hung beneath your eyes like the crescent moon you were so fond of staying up for, and your hair stuck out out in directions you didn’t think to be possible. But fuck, was it totally worth the satisfaction of beating out the giant rock in space as the sun swallowed it, bringing on a new day and an extensive amount of the stress that came with insomnia. You reasoned that an all-nighter was a necessity; you wouldn’t be prepared for your test had you not pushed the boundaries and tested the limits of the body’s ability to lumber on in spite of the fatigue it was plagued with.
Oh God! How long have I done these little “animations” of my OC? It was a frustrating and at the same time gratifying attempt to experience a lively animation in color, for at this time, I was beginning to be interested in this work. Obviously I did not give continuity for lack of materials and insomniac, but my dream is to be equal to these guys from Disney and Pixar Studio.
Since now I’ve been inspiring a lot in our dear Walt Disney, I intend to improve this soon, very soon.
This is my OC, Serena Turner. One of the most complex characters I’ve ever created and still, until today, I’m developing an identity for her. She is a girl of a hundred years old and unusual in appearance because of the color of her hair and her bright eyes, being able to become a giant blue-sky wolf, naturally. Its supports origin is Irish, but in the adult age she lives in London and falls in love by a cardio-surgeon.
Of course you’re missing the signature, but it was when I still found an identity for myself. How would I call? By my real name or fictitious name? I had many: Kyarorian-chan (my name in Japanese), Serena Lille (the first name of my OC), then Serena Moretti (the second name of my OC). Currently, I accept for using my own name as a signature: Carol G.