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I just want you to know. I was crying for a good 40 minutes after this monologue. I am so proud of him.

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The Beacon, Ch. 4

hello, my lovelies! don't look at the chapter count. also, sorry for interrupting the deluge of wonderful rcfixitweek fics!! what an incredible event. thank you to @andorerso for organizing it. i was sadly on hiatus and did not know it was happening to contribute, but i am immensely enjoying all of the creations! i will be getting to all of them, i promise <3

in the meantime, enjoy chapter 4, my friends <3

@quarantineddreamer this is for you, my love.

PREVIEW

His gaze is dark and depthless, pierces through the shimmering sheet of fire between them, through her. The pain is clear in his face. A strained flicker of a smile twitches in the corner of his mouth. “Sorry,” he says hoarsely. He says nothing else, but she understands. He’s apologizing for his perceived overstep, assuming he had ruined the mood, made her uncomfortable.

She casts her eyes down, pulls her lips over her teeth, steadies herself. “The man who raised me… he just left me. Abandoned me four years ago. He was a father to me in a lot of ways.” She swallows, fingers twitching over her knee. “And my birth father… I don’t even know for sure if he is dead or alive.” She dares to meet his eyes again. His expression has softened, face slackened into disbelief and understanding all at once.

“Your birth father… you never tried to find him?” Cassian ventures carefully.

She braces her elbows on her thighs, scoffs darkly. Her answer is cruel, selfish, motivated only by self preservation. “I assume he’s dead. Makes it easier.”

“Easier?”

“Easier not to worry, to wonder what happened… why he��,” she bites back the words. Never came back is much too heavy to bring out into the open, into the soft light of the fire and Cassian’s knowing gaze. She swallows, takes a sip of her soup to distract herself.

“Nothing you can do about that.”

read it on ao3!

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Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

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they should invent a me that can do things

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do you ever wonder what it would feel like not to be tired

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I think I speak for a lot of people when I say this:

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29, the lift hug for rebelcaptain please :)

I was tempted to draw the Elevator Scene.

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I just felt the weight of my plot armor lift

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Writing is so much easier when you actually write

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Just keeps spreading, doesn't it?

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he might be doomed to die tragically but he's got great tits

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how nice for you.

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Look I have zero excuses for this, but the idea popped into my head and now it's in your head, sorry

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I think if you can figure out what is causing Symptoms that the inside of your brain should go DING DING DING and then the Symptoms say Fuck, you got me! and leave

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Rebel girlfriends on Yavin together !! Happy Pride month