“Pride goeth before a fall,” his uncle always said.
(He wishes he didn’t think of him so often, he wishes he didn’t have his voice so often in his head.)
On his ass, in the snow, face freshly sliced, the woman who’d ripped it open towering over him, lit blade shining blue, he admits to awe.
“Pride goeth before a fall,” his uncle always said.
(He wishes he didn’t think of him so often, he wishes he didn’t have his voice so often in his head.)
On his ass, in the snow, face freshly sliced, the woman who’d ripped it open towering over him, lit blade shining blue, he admits to awe.
“This one’s out of print,” Rey says. “And this author got cancelled.” He frowns, refolding the list as he leaves.
“What’s this guys problem?”’
Rose smirks. “You.”
“This one’s out of print,” Rey says. “And this author got cancelled.” He frowns, refolding the list as he leaves.
“What’s this guys problem?”’
Rose smirks. “You.”
Ben takes a big sniff in the locker room - peaches and vanilla - Dr. Niima, new to the Night Shift, must be working.
He'll need to be careful.
Sneaking into the blood bank locked up tight in the basement will be difficult now.
It's a realization reinforced as he catches her doing the same.
Ben takes a big sniff in the locker room - peaches and vanilla - Dr. Niima, new to the Night Shift, must be working.
He'll need to be careful.
Sneaking into the blood bank locked up tight in the basement will be difficult now.
It's a realization reinforced as he catches her doing the same.
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A tingle across the edge of his mind; Ben winces.
"I shouldn't have come; I'm jeopardizing the mission."
Poe drags him out of view, laughs, only a little worried.
"Relax, Lover Boy, my sources say Kira isn't even on planet tonight."
"I don't know who your sources are, but they're wrong."
A tingle across the edge of his mind; Ben winces.
"I shouldn't have come; I'm jeopardizing the mission."
Poe drags him out of view, laughs, only a little worried.
"Relax, Lover Boy, my sources say Kira isn't even on planet tonight."
"I don't know who your sources are, but they're wrong."
“Ben, I made this cake for your mother’s birthday party. So, no.”
“She won’t notice. If we rearrange it just right—”
“I said no.”
He sighed longingly at the tantalizing chocolate confection. He could’ve sworn it called his name.
“Fine…” #reylofic
“Ben, I made this cake for your mother’s birthday party. So, no.”
“She won’t notice. If we rearrange it just right—”
“I said no.”
He sighed longingly at the tantalizing chocolate confection. He could’ve sworn it called his name.
“Fine…” #reylofic
~’The Fallen,’ c. 1701, artist unknown~ the plaque reads; it’s a portrait of a dark-haired figure, compelling features angelic, smile soft.
“Beautiful,” she says, mostly to herself.
A sniff emits from the tall man who’d quietly arrived at her side.
“Really? I think I look a little peaked.”
~’The Fallen,’ c. 1701, artist unknown~ the plaque reads; it’s a portrait of a dark-haired figure, compelling features angelic, smile soft.
“Beautiful,” she says, mostly to herself.
A sniff emits from the tall man who’d quietly arrived at her side.
“Really? I think I look a little peaked.”
"Hi Rey," a low, instantly recognizable voice says from above her booth. "Nice ring."
"Hi Rey," a low, instantly recognizable voice says from above her booth. "Nice ring."
Ben’s producer flashes a red flag, so he’s a prepared picking up the call.
“Longtime listener, first time caller,” echoes across the airwaves in the worst approximation of an American accent ever.
“That you, Scavenger from Jakku?”
Silence on the line.
“So what’re we fighting about today?”
Ben’s producer flashes a red flag, so he’s a prepared picking up the call.
“Longtime listener, first time caller,” echoes across the airwaves in the worst approximation of an American accent ever.
“That you, Scavenger from Jakku?”
Silence on the line.
“So what’re we fighting about today?”
"The only way you're getting to Exegol is with ~me~."
A pause: Rey can't but stare, head tilting, eyebrow raising. Kylo at least looks embarrassed, a deep blush staining his cheekbones.
"I mean, if you want."
Smiling, she reaches for him.
"You could have just asked nice ~Supreme Leader~."
"The only way you're getting to Exegol is with ~me~."
A pause: Rey can't but stare, head tilting, eyebrow raising. Kylo at least looks embarrassed, a deep blush staining his cheekbones.
"I mean, if you want."
Smiling, she reaches for him.
"You could have just asked nice ~Supreme Leader~."