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I will happily gobble up every word of your remarkable series. When I read it I could feel the oppressive weight of the Empire and the planet itself. Feel the hunger, the cold, the desperation, and the electric tea. Feel how Cassian is feeling having been dropped into something he wasn't prepared for.

I'm really excited and intrigued to see how the series progresses!

Filaments II - Will

The Sun and the Moon and the Sea I.6

Summary: Cassian finds himself stuck in the first of many restless nights.

Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter Warnings: character death (dreamed)

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A hawk wheels overhead. Hawk or eel or dragon—heavy, thick, and scaley, dull, murky, unreflective green. It wheels in wide circles from the ocean in the East and the mountains in the West. 

He runs. He jumps. He climbs. He feels every bend of his knees, the weight shift from his heels to the balls of his feet, the sharp peaks of the uneven ground dig through the soles of his boots. They throw him off his balance. The ground moves beneath him, ground lit with blue light. He never looks up to see where it comes from. It’s none of his business and it’s not real. Nothing is real but the ground and the rocks and his own bending knees. 

why is he running? He doesn’t know. Something’s behind him, following, not chasing—just following, always. But it’s okay. He’s not afraid. He doesn’t panic. No, he’s uneasy. His stomach revolves slowly inside him like it’s stuck on a roasting spit. His limbs feel now like jelly, now like stone. Dull, murky, unreflective fear, turning inside, turning in wide circles as he runs from the ocean in the East to the mountains in the West along a sheer-faced ridge like a trail of gunpowder, gunpowder lit far behind. Maybe that’s where the light comes from. 

The mountains stay so far away.

“Hey!”

Something stands still, something up ahead. He’s gonna run into it. Stop his bending knees; stop his shifting weight. Rocks tumble off either side to a misty, marshy bottom a mile below. The noise fades to silence. 

“What are you doing?”

He sees the something—a human being. Human child with black eyes, black hair, burn holes in the shirt and a familiar face. 

“What are you doing?” he shouts. He shakes the child by the shoulders.

“Who are you?”

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YOGA - Alejandro Coronil (Short Film) from BACESTUDIO on Vimeo.

Yoga como vehículo para el despertar de la conciencia y la iluminación. Testimonio poderoso del poder transformador del cosmos en el individuo bajo la interpretación de Alejandro Coronil.

En colaboracion con la productora Bacestudio.

Dirección y Cámara por: Carlos M Vasquez Fotografía: Roberto Cabello Lettering: Jesús Dominguez Produccion Ejecutiva: CSSCA

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You lean into him further, caressing each side of his face with both hands as you do; watching as your gentle touch soothes his eyelids so tenderly, into a state of dream-like closure.

It invites an ache inside your chest that can only be remedied by his embrace, wrapping itself so tightly there around you; the pad of his thumb brushing past the edge of your bottom lip in drifting patterns towards your chin; hovering over your parted mouth, before latching onto your pleading gasp of breath.

"Come here."

I'm yearning for Cassian.

In This Moment

Cassian Andor x F!Reader

18+ only, modern au, love, comfort, romantic fluff, mild angst, implied intimacy, soft cassian takes care of you

Writer Weds (Aug 4th) organized by @autumnleaves1991-blog based on this photo prompt 💫 with masterlists compiled by @clydesducktape 💫

inspired by this gif here ✨

He leaves the fireplace to flicker in its delicate Autumn warmth, just the way you like it, subtly enough in order to be felt; a shadow cast in its amber glow, the only thing left to be seen, had anyone else been looking quietly through your window.

It was your place of solace and calm; a getaway solely for your hearts' entwined content, where bare branches frame your modest cabin there; the forest's path, leading the way towards something all your own, as windswept leaves carry the padding of your steps up to your door.

Inside, he waits for you; watching as you peel yourself out of your coat from the comfort of your couch; a woven blanket that had once been draped over him nicely there, swiftly leaving his arms in favor of better things, pooling itself with a softened drop to the floor.

You fall into him when he reaches for you closer; relieved to find him there after having lost your way outdoors; in fear of ever losing him, to the ominous notion that you'd never been so lost before. 

"Cassian…"

A simple hike, somehow turning you fearful, had you wandering aimlessly past the distant lake's most towering tree lined shadow; remembering the surrounding landscape only afterwards, when you had thought to turn back around.

In minutes his whisper fans itself beneath your ear, moving slowly in time with the way your hands have disappeared pleasurably into his hair; his kiss, pressed deeply to your lips all at once, as if to say so wordlessly, that you'll never be alone again.

"I was so worried, querida..." 

You're slightly shaken from the hour that's passed since you'd been gone too long; the palm of his hand anchoring the small of your back to himself so intensely, sliding upwards towards its resting place at the back of your neck, just to cradle you by way of pure surrender.

He breathes you in; folding into the curve of your shoulder where the pulse of your breath soon slows down. A faint sigh to be left behind which you've now given him; stolen away by only the darkest parts of his startling brown eyes.

"I shouldn’t have gone out there alone…"

"Shh It's alright, I'm here, you're safe now."

You lean into him further, caressing each side of his face with both hands as you do; watching as your gentle touch soothes his eyelids so tenderly, into a state of dream-like closure.

It invites an ache inside your chest that can only be remedied by his embrace, wrapping itself so tightly there around you; the pad of his thumb brushing past the edge of your bottom lip in drifting patterns towards your chin; hovering over your parted mouth, before latching onto your pleading gasp of breath.

"Come here."

The palms of your hands travel over all the handsome lines of his chest; wishing him bare in moments where your fingertips make deft work at the hem of his sweater; wanting nothing more, than to be rid of all in which that separates you.

Yet, somehow, it is his mind that knows of every one of your unraveling thoughts; seeking out the feel of your waist only with the hardened touch of his hips; slanting his lips over yours, throughout all the maddening seconds.

"I need you...please."

It doesn't take long for either of your hands to wander; palming him over the flush curve that satisfies you so well...

His indelicately made attention warms you with such selfish friction; undeniably lost to the way he's already loosened all the buttons on your shirt, where the slight chill in the air pebbles at your skin, just begging to be touched.

It's in desperate waves of fallen over steps which have you so impassioned; sighing into the leisurely made drag of his lips on yours, where the languid circle of your tongue welcomes him the most. 

"Don't worry, mi vida, I've got you."

And where you both have soon ended up, vulnerable and sated, beneath the calming spray of your shower, the steady rise of your chest falls where he's safely held you there within his hands; your careful palms, sliding against the plush lines of his back in a natural longing for him closer, as your delicate grasp, wills from him your softened ache for more.

It is a peaceful safe haven in the arms of your lover, relaxing into stray kisses pressed along his shoulder, as he lightly strokes the dampened arch of your neck; leaving all else to be desired there in between, perfectly enveloped, and so effortlessly captured there by one another.

… 💙

querida -- darling, sweetheart 

mi vida -- my life

a/n -- hope you enjoyed this comfort story with cassian 💕 this was something really self indulgent sparked from late night yearning hours. I haven't stayed up very late like this to write something in a while. It felt good to remember why I enjoy getting lost in a story so much. anyway, love you guys 🌸 thanks so much for reading, & please let me know what you think xo

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