Her faith carried him with her. He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif. When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.
HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION: If you have A LOT of work and stuff to do in some very short time like… 2 days, yep 2 effing days and you skipped your classes because you wanted to go home early so you could have more time to work on the stuff you have to do… So tell me, what kind of shitty sketchy OTP drawing would you do?
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edythe was a vampire. Second, there was a part of her-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.