Cassian jolted awake, breath caught in his chest, screams locked up as a lump in throat. He’d hoped when he collapsed into bed earlier that evening that the nightmares would be banished for a night due to sheer exhaustion.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed with a grimace and started working on regulating his breathing, on pushing the nightmare images out of his head. A shuddering breath escaped him and Cassian glanced back at his pillow longingly, knowing it was probably too much to ask to get some more sleep tonight.
He was just reaching for a datapad to catch up on reviewing some mission reports when there was a soft knock on his door.
Cassian frowned and struggled to his feet, at a loss as to who would be at his door at this time of night. When the door snicked open he was greeted with the sight of a small person with a blanket around their shoulders starting to walk away.
He blinked, certain he was imagining things. “Jyn?”
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He didn’t expect to live, and he didn’t expect to see her again.
He’d tried to take years of memories of her and let them drift away like so many dandelion seeds caught in the wind. It would hurt less that way, he figured, when the Galra inevitably broke him.
She’s slumped over the rickety wooden table in the cramped kitchen of Keith’s tiny shack. Her hair’s been cropped short and sticks up at odd angles, but her little groan as she stirs from sleep and lifts her head is unmistakeable. Shiro didn’t expect to see her again, but here she is, eyes rimmed by dark circles and lips chapped and flaking and all of her closer than he ever thought she’d be again.
He takes a hesitant step towards her. “How did you get here?”
Her mouth quirks up into a wry smile. The impulse to pinch himself to prove he’s awake is a hard one to fight. If he is dreaming, he’d rather stay that way.
“By hoverbike, if I’m recalling correctly.”
Three steps forward is all he gets before his knees buckle; the wooden floor bites back, but not an ounce of him cares. She’s reaching out to him, running her fingers through his hair and murmuring his name with the same sort of awe and disbelief he first felt when he saw her again. He leans into her touch and lets her cradle his head in her lap.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers back.
There’s so much to say that he can’t say anything at all. Instead, Shiro relearns the feeling of her fingers, memorizing each gentle stroke against his skin. She leans forward and paints his cheek with her lips and with her tears.
He knows at sun up their lives will change again. But up until now, the universe has done nothing but steal from him - so for this moment, he’ll steal back. Take back his life, or, at the very least, take back her.
Here’s the Twyla repainted by @dolljunk–although yesterday I decided to paint over John’s original aqua brows with purple (we’d discussed changing her brows before, but we weren’t sure what direction to go with ‘em.) She almost looks snarky from some angles now…
im like… obsessed with the way Ika Wong shoots her instagram/snapchat stories… she has this very particular angle she uses to show off her body and she also uses it to show off her and her boyfriend’s bodies whenever theyre like walking and holding hands and i just think it’s SO Libra of her to do that
It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black
cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with
blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make
morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them
show tenderness around a special someone.
Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black
hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in
these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very
specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.
For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out
of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and
you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted –
usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.
Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry
and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first,
it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender
side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any
low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let
How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer
isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in
balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity,
giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into
‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.
For this, we’re going to use Epic
of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an
example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith,
the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by
refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any
spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the
points will be driven home stronger.
Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t
objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full
of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?