Author’s notes: Anyone want some fake relationship fluff? I got u, fam. I hope you are feeling much better, anon!! I really wanted a fluff fic done by Valentine’s pero candy is half off today so I mean, technically the 15th is better than Valentine’s Day.
Reconnaissance missions suck.
You run on a gamble of either getting what you need or leaving the planet empty handed. The mission called for gathering intel on the possible Imperial occupation of an Outer Rim planet.
“In and out,” Cassian tells you once you enter the city.
the disquiet and destruction at the end of the war - the bewilderment and hurt and stab of loss, and the uncertainty of what to do next
angels cast out of their homes, the clouded mountain destroyed in the war, and an entire, lifeless world filled with beings composed of dust and light. the promise of a republic - a new home, something they fought for, spilled blood for, killed for - hovers on the horizon, shimmering like beams of light off water, but it’s just out of reach. how long will it take to establish? where will ‘home’ be for the time being? where is heaven now?
Something this way comes,
The sound of death and drums.
Around the next corner it hides,
Awaiting the storm and turning tides.
The war of humans and beasts has arrived
I am determined to survive.
This Supernatural war to come,
Can you feel it?
Do you hear the war drum?
Please let me know if you have felt this too
Luckily for me, I’ve processed my feelings, and I’ve gone through the Five Stages of Grief: denial, anger, Internet commenting, cat adoption, African dance, cat returning to the adoption place, watching all the episodes of Murphy Brown, and not giving a flying fart.