#lae gilwraeth jones

[gergthecat]

guys should i kill saedii

(im joking)

(no im not)

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

what do you think life would have been like for Saedii and Tyler in the alternate universe?

oof

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The scanner beeped slowly, it's light reflecting on the ship's viewport. The slow beep was good, it meant that they were hidden. For now. Saedii glared out at the black, waiting.

The last attack too close for comfort.

A giggle comes from behind her, making Saedii sigh and turn around to the child in Tyler's arms in one of the cockpit chairs.

Way too close.

Saedii knows that Tyler desperately wants to hold Lae so tight she can never be taken and she knows this because she feels it too. The two year old seems oblivious to her parents deep fatigue and panic over the latest Ra'haam attack, which Saedii is at least glad for. She hopes one day her daughter would understand her fear, but she also hopes she doesn't.

Mostly she hopes that Lae will grow older than she knows either of her parents will.

Her thoughts are so busy that she doesn't notice Tyler moving until one of his arms wrap around her, the other still holding Lae at his side.

"She's okay," Tyler whispers to her and Saedii knows he's right but can't keep thinking about what would have happened if Lae hadn't been alright.

For the fact she had been so cruel to her mother, Saedii feels like she gets more and more like her every day.

"Are you?" Tyler asks, his eye searching her, his hand rubbing up her back. She considers the question for a beat, considering her tiny family, how close she came to losing them today.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. She never learnt how to admit that out loud but Tyler knows that's the best she can do and just gently tucks her into his chest and sits his chin on her head. He holds her for what feels like forever, the only sound in the cockpit the slow beeping of the radar scanner.

"I heard on the comms that survivors are gathering in Sempiternity," Tyler says eventually, "I know you don't like the idea of grouping with others, but I think it might be the best way to keep Lae safe," Saedii considers his words and opens her eyes just enough to watch her daughter.

"Fine, but the second something seems off, we go," she acquiesces.

"I'll be the first to get us out of there," Tyler agrees, kissing her forehead and then Lae's. Saedii pulls away from him and walks away to prep their ship for a long Fold ahead.

[serien-grl-22]

Actual footage of the Gilwraeth-Jones family :)

[auroracycle-enjoyer]

Do you think any of the squad would have any kids? If so, how many?

alr here we goooo

tydii: obviously they canonically have lae in the Bad Universe, and they probably have her in the good universe too. I have a Lot of opinions about Saedii and her relationships with her parents, but i'll spare y'all (unles you really want to hear it 👀 then hmu) i hc syldrathi culture as focusing really intensely on the nuclear family (no big family reunions or whatever) so she really just starts fixating on Lae, and on Lae having the best possible most supportive childhood, to the point where she and Tyler don't even really think about having another kid until Lae's in her twenties. i go back and forth on whether or not they do - i think it all depends on Lae's relationship with her parents as an adult, but they probably have a son when she's like 19, and he's endlessly babied by the rest of the squadfam. like all things, though, tydii attacks parenting like the powerhouse they are. they probably have spreadsheets for everything. fuckin nerds.

aurikal: they have like three ish children. we see in the books that Kal idolizes his mother, and we know Auri had a little sister. Ergo: aurikal parents. i forget who i'm stealing this from (I think it's @saedii-gilwraeth-simp? but I can't find the post) but they totally name one kid Evaa-Callie. my addition: when she's like three weeks old it becomes increasingly evident that it is in fact Incredibly Awkward to name your kid after a dead planet, so they wind up shortening it to Evalie. she TOTALLY becomes a musician (kinda like AURORA in our world? she probably just goes by EVALIE). aurikal probably adopts a kid too - maybe the kid of someone Kal knows? anyway hes either an author or a scientist, in general he does nerdy things. there's also that one daughter who winds up becoming an expert handler for a species of syldrathi mammals used historically in battle but nowadays as guard dogs or service animals. she really bonds with her baby girl, named Seredii, which literally just means "Muscles", this is like naming a pitbull "Brutus", this is the Most Stereotypical name ever, her siblings tease her Endlessly.

finlett: i feel like they don't have kids? they're too busy being awesome and they both have issues with the parenting they got growing up, so there might be a lil insecurity there as well? anyway they turn into the Number One fun aunt and uncle and they spoil the tydii and aurikal kids endlessly.

zinari: Zila can't find Magellan's actual code, protected by layers and layers of encryption, so she has to make him again from scratch. (She realizes at the end of the process that the was to stop herself from making a time paradox - if Zila copied it, where did she get it from? she encrypts the code she writes so tightly she knows no one, not even Fin, could decrypt it.) This takes Many Many iterations of prototype AI's with VERY distinct personalities. Nari feels bad for the programs to be stuck in the cloud and puts them into robots, and Zila sees no issue with this. End result: they have 15-20 robot pseudo-children Magellan prototypes, all named after different explorers. (unpopular opinion but idk if zila would be a good parent but nari deserves kids so here is the solution)

DAMN i had no idea that would get this long ! hmu for elaboration on any part of this 🙏

[cressjacquine]

Friendly reminder the Lae Gilwraeth-Jones is the child of:

Tyler ‘Captain-Hotness who has dimples explode ovaries from meters away' Jones and Saedii ‘ Warrior-Princess who is so hot that makes you think maybe I am gay' Gilwraeth

That kid is liquid fire

[friendlyghostintheattic]

Saedii: I accidentally poisoned someone’s drink, but I forgot which one.

The Starslayer: What the fuck?

Lae: Accidentally?

Kal: With this family, I hope it’s mine

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Legacy CH 2 - Lae POV

The singing corpses haunt me, my body gasping, shocked, convulsing in a curled-up ball in my chair. In a moment of procedural clarity, I unclasp my seatbelt and tumble cumbersomely onto the floor, the cool metallicity providing some calm as I lay my cheek against it. I can hear blood rushing to my ears, and I feel wet drip from my face onto the floor, sweat turning into tears as I tremble. Rationally, I know what’s happening. I’m having a panic attack, but the rational part of my mind is having a difficult time peaking through the cloud stupor coursing through me. 

In my haze, I hear Dad’s voice calling out to me in the halls; he must be able to hear me. 

Coughing raggedly, I rasp his name while I watch through my periphery as he spots my pitying form, dashing up to me.

He grasps my arms and pulls me into an embrace, one I’ve always found comforting and congenial; now utterly lacking. My harsh breaths are marred by the shirt I’m inhaling into, trying with all my gusto to explain why the hells I’m falling apart like this.

Some wild gesture must have worked, though, because I see the blurry figures of two of his operatives stride wearily towards the window at my frenzied request, and keel back when they catch sight of the—

I vomit again, luckily missing most of my dad and adding to the abstract portrait I’ve constructed with my bile.

“HolyfuckingMaker,” the Legionnaire I now recognize as Jayce Krin spurts, placing a tentative hand on the wall next to her head. 

My head is clearing, the hysteria seemingly going as quickly as it arrived. Dad hoists me up by my underarms as he used to do when I was young, keeping a hand at my elbow to stabilize me. He cranes his neck, gaping when he catches what we’re all rocked by.

“That would explain the lack of response,” he mutters, stepping over my vomit and placing himself carefully in my flight chair, not bothering to buckle in.

He expertly disables the alarm sirens, and the remaining panic dissipates swiftly, my shoulders slumping in relief. I was taught to always approach a problem from a level-headed and grounded place, and that feels more feasible now that I’m not sobbing on the floor. 

“Lae,” he starts, though we both know what he’ll be asking, “Are you—”

I cut him off, “I’m fine, Dad, I swear. I’m coming with you.”

He peers at me for a moment before nodding gravely and turning back to the console, entering a few commands and then standing up, motioning for us all to follow him.

His subordinates eye me carefully, no doubt having heard of my excellence, only to find me rolling on the floor in a rather sorry state. I just roll my eyes; they can think whatever they want, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be correct.

“Docking bay was left open,” Dad explains as we meaner into our pods, me into Dad’s as his flyer.

“By whom, though?” I say distrustfully, strapping into my spot. 

I’m sure that, as I look around, there’s got to be some sort of hands-off communication system in here, and my suspicions are confirmed when I hear a crisp voice come from the ceiling, “What the hells does that mean; by who? I’d assume the dead people.”

Dad butts in, “It’s whom, and there’s no reason to assume that. There must have been someone else on that ship at some point, so what’s to say they aren’t still there?”

I don’t hear a response after that, smirking lightly as my dad and I share a look.

Launching out of my Chimera, his Legionnaires pulling behind us into triangular formation. 

We shift into the docking bay cautiously, smooth in formation just as I was taught, when out of my periphery, I watch Cassian shoot off into the Fold, leaving our two ships, the only whisper of its remnants; the soft glow of debris in its wake.

Dad notices this, glancing worriedly in my direction before he yells out to Jayce, “Get ahold of him, please!” The little flashing dot signaling its location now vacant from my set.

The response from Jayce comes quickly, verifying what we both already know, that for some stupid reason, that Legionnaire has made some dumb decision, and of himself; an enemy of the Legion. I’ve heard enough of my parents’ stories to know that that is not the most brilliant idea. 

As though a thought from the Maker Themself compelled them, the bay doors snap shut ricketily, certifiably shutting us into the deathtrap. Dad does the smart thing, as usual, and radios command, letting them know that this is no longer a silly situation and is now a real conspiracy. I always used to love hearing my dad’s stories about when he was younger, a fresh graduate on the run from every government body everywhere, ragtag group of friends and such. Every time, though, after he’d finish telling me about some close call, he’d remind me that although it seems cool and valorous now, at the time, he was bruised beyond recognition and living off of crackers and spite. That’s kept me on the straight and narrow most of my life.

When he’s done talking with De Stoy, Dad turns back to me and says sternly, “I want you to get out of here, Kiddo. This is real stuff, and your mom would kick my butt from here to tomorrow if anything happened to you. I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I’m the best flier in my year. I grew up with you, for Maker’s sake. I’m not a little kid.”

He peers at me for a moment more, “You can stay here,” he points to exactly where I’m standing, “No moving at all; you need to be able to get out of here. I’m serious too.”

I raise my hands in surrender, “Deal.”

He just nods once, piercing me with what I can only call a parental warning, and walks out of the port and onto what could very actually be enemy territory. It comes to me, rather embarrassingly late, that he clearly doesn’t think it’s too big of a threat, though, because the damn bay doors are closed. 

I’ve waited for ten minutes when Dad’s voice echos in our pod, “Lae? Open the doors, please.”

I do just that, leaning over to the button from my chair, turning my head in the direction of the hall he’ll be coming from when I hear fraught voices speaking in Syldrathi.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” I can hear his calm responses as he links me assuringly. When he pulls around the corner, I see that he is followed by three Syldrathi women, the youngest looking maybe sixteen, and the oldest well over fifty, though it can be hard to tell. The elder one has something familiar about her, which I dismiss when I notice that she’s covered in blood as just the fact that there aren’t many Syldrathi at the Academy. She looks at me for a second, and almost seems shocked, and when I glance at Dad, his expression mirrors hers.

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Sorry this chapter took so long, life has been very hectic lately and writing went to the backseat for a while.

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Legacy CH 1 - Lae POV

My alarm is blaring; my head is throbbing, and I can’t find my academy jacket. I’m glad that I set my alarm to four AM, because there is no way I’d make my morning flight call otherwise. I find my jacket on top of my hamper lid in my bathroom, and I pop a few painkillers before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. My dad is humming along to “I Wanna Lick Ya (Lollipop)” and my mom seems to be rolling her eyes out of her head.

“Do you really think that’s appropriate for a father to sing in front of his child?” I say as I slide past him to the fridge.

“Hmm,” I realize my mistake a second too late, “I wouldn’t know. Saeds?”

“Do not involve me.” 

Dad constantly tells me about his father, a stark contrast to the menacing silence that falls whenever I mention my mom’s. I suppose it is a touchy subject, especially because she betrayed him just to be with my dad, though I don’t blame her. All I really know about him is what articles and books I’ve found online, which mostly detail him as a genocidal kink in the ribbon that is Syldrathi history. Not an easy dinner topic. 

With my golden braids slashing behind my back, I snatch a yogurt cup from the fridge's top shelf and race out the door.

Dad yells from behind me, “Fly safely!” 

I roll my eyes. When I chose the Ace path, I thought my dad would be disappointed that I wasn’t following in his footsteps, but he was weirdly happy about it. I’ve asked him dozens of times, and each was dismissed with a different nonsense answer. Mom seems to know, too, though she obviously doesn't like it--one of their many secrets.

I bolt down the Legion halls, taking the same swift turns I’ve been doing my entire life. Just as her door comes into view, Evalie quietly slips out of her home, brandishing her signature Brain Jacket. She turns to me, tucking her bobbed silver hair behind her round ears as she links her arm through mine.

As we walk, she starts with the usual spiel, “Cuz, you’ve got to let me give you a makeover; at least pierce your ears.”

Evalie takes after our Aunt Scar in that when she sees someone needing fixing, she won’t let it go until they yield. I’ve accepted that I inherited my Dad’s signature lack of pizzaz, yet she never has, and it’s led to a decent catalog of skirmishes in the Legion’s battle sims.

“I mean, look at you, you're gorgeous, you look like no other Syldrathi, like, ever, but you are utterly boring.”

“Maybe I like being boring! It’s inconspicuous.”

 One thing I did not inherit from my dad, however, was the ability to look pedestrian. On the surface, he seems like every blond Terran ever, save for his eye. If I can reduce my likelihood of being recognized by simply being plain, I’m doing it.

“Yeah, I’m sure Uncle Ty was super apprehensive about being inconspicuous as he was courting Saedii.”

I roll my eyes. My parents are weird.

We slow down in front of Dariel’s door, awaiting his orthodoxically prompt arrival. As we walk, arms bound at the elbow, he details his morning, both his parents half asleep on the couch when he began making breakfast. Dariel becomes more and more like Dad every day, though that is to be expected when he’s the only other Alpha that Dariel knows. 

The fork in the hall comes, and Dariel and Val turn left, leaving me to make my way to the flight sim hangar alone. The door guard greets me as usual, standing aside as the door slides open with a quiet whoosh. I strap into my jet and shoot off into my portion of vacuum. Watching the beginners in their Chimeras gives me deja vu, and perhaps recklessly, I shoot off into unregulated space, just as I used to do with Dad when I was a child. Being the child of a galactic chevalier and the scariest woman alive certainly has its perks when it comes to bending the rules, especially because when he was a youth (approximately one thousand years ago), he found Aunt Auri in a random hole and inadvertently saved everyone’s asses. 

I think of this as I glide through aerospace, leaving a clean trail of molten asteroid debris behind me, when my scanner picks up a mayday signal. I’ve answered a few before: all young Aces overestimating their competence in space unsullied by our cleaning bots, and change my direction to find them. As I get closer, the signal grows stronger until I can glimpse the outline on one of my twenty-seven screens. It doesn’t look like an academy ship, too angular and bulky, almost like one of the cargos. Only, we are hundreds of klicks away from any cargo port that I can think of; I used to wait by their huge viewing windows when my Dad still did fold-missions.

This ship is massive and looks as though it was constructed entirely with shrapnel and a few pieces of fold-grade platinum here and there, like one of the model ships that Uncle Fin and Valie used to make out of old tin cans and scrap metal when she was younger.

I ease up on the side as quietly as I can, now certain of what I’ve gotten myself into: looters, pirates, probably here to sell my own Legion-Class Chimera for some credits on Sempiternity and then bounce. I’ve never been there—Dad would have a heart attack—but from what I’ve heard from Uncle Kal and the academy’s safety lessons, the folk of Sempiternity are not the type of people with whom I want to engage.

As I’m reaching their port, I expect a few fighters to shoot out, readying my weapons launch for defense, but they never come. The signal just keeps blaring, red light flashing on the display without any means for me to understand what is actually happening.

Regaining my sense of the value of my life, I radio my dad, his face filling the screen in front of me just after the first ring.

“Hey Kiddo? What’s up?” His face betrays worry as he notices the glaringly obvious signs that I’ve done something inadvisable. I can feel it, too; the sweat on my face cools my cheeks, and I feel nauseated the same way I do before an important test.

“Something’s wrong,” I ramble as I attempt to make the most sense out of what I’ve seen, Dad’s eyebrows furrowing more and more throughout my recount.

“Sounds to me like pirates. Send me your location; I’ll be there soon,” I watch as he hurriedly alerts his legionnaires of my situation before ending the call. I drop a quick message his way:

DAD OF DADS

                  Just outside of reg territory, maybe 200klicks?

Ok, just told your mom, she said serves me right for letting you fly out there. Got back-up on the way. Sit tight.

    Only way I CAN sit in this effing shithole.

Don’t swear.

Whatever

Against my better judgment, I decide to get closer. The more I look at this thing, the closer I feel to the realization that something is seriously weird here. The engines are off, and through the plexiglass window, I can see a chaotic display of overturned furniture and smoldering metal. The reason this hunk of metal looks so battered is because it’s taken a serious beating. Looks like the type of vacuum missiles that the ATF uses, which only does to worsen the churning in my stomach. Until, changing perspective, I see a pile of charred Syldrathi bodies. That does it for me, and I swiftly turn around, barely making it before I vomit my yogurt onto the shiny aluminum floor. Their necks are slit just below the chin, and fairly deeply, causing the gaping holes in their bodies to resemble mouths, wide open. 

I don’t know how long I’ve been shaking before I hear the docking request alert and see my dad’s flight number. With a shaky hand, I press the accept button and watch through the cams as he pulls in, two smaller ships behind him. As I stare at the open docking doors, the images of all those people flash in my head, necks agape and covered in caked deep purple blood.

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Legacy CH 3 - Lae POV

He certainly seems to be acting odd; my darling father. Keeps glancing back at the Syldrathi women as we meander through the space debris, making our way back to the Station. Then again, he could just be concerned by the fact that they are all covered in blood; head to toe; drenching the floor. It’s really a sort of disturbing sight; they don’t look like they know what to do, and the eldest one is staring rather intently at me, squinting with her head turned as if she’s trying to examine me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Dad’s eyes unfocus for a second, a sign that he’s linking someone, and by the way his jaw relaxes and his eyebrows furrow; it’s Mom. Nobody causes him more stress, or more joy, than her.

He finishes right as we pull into the dock, obviously having told Mom to send the cavalry; about three hundred people are gathered at the gate when it should be more like thirty. I spot her rather swiftly, hanging off to the side with Val and Kal at her hips. Odd for the infamous Gilwraeth siblings; they look nervous; concerned; shocked even, and they aren’t easily rattled. They must know these people. Unbroken Armada. 

Our walk to the port is a short, anxious one. I can feel the mental nausea radiating from them, making my already unstable legs vibrate with perceptive nervousness. I’m not really sure why, but the twitchy movements of the Syldrathi have bile climbing up my throat again. I never feel like this; though I suppose this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, second only to the time that Evalie and I walked in on Aunt Scar giving Uncle Fin a blowjob. The thought of that brings a different kind of uneasiness to my core. 

Dad’s eyes glaze over again as we hit the crowd, and he stops for a moment, clearly arguing with Mom. Leaning over the human, who I recognize as a Med assistant, I catch a glimpse of her, eyes sorrowful as she leads her brother and niece away. I watch as Kal’s posture slumps uncharacteristically, and acknowledge that Dad must know what’s wrong with them. He’s the only person to ever really know my mom, even though they fight like cats and dogs sometimes.

The meds are saturating their cloths in blood when it comes to me to ask whether or not it belongs to the women or somebody else. The two younger ones respond meekly in Syldrathi, assuring what I already know, considering they could walk just fine, that they were scared and had to pretend to be dead. The eldest looks me down and speaks in a gravely soft voice, “What is your name, dur’ainti?” Young one; what I’ve come to understand is a compliment from Syldrathi who’ve survived Sai’nuitr. The Starslaying. My own grandmother; a victim, her fire only still burning because of my uncle’s admiration, my mother’s regret, and both of their love. They tell me she was beautiful, though I could never know; my grandfather destroyed every shred of her existence when she escaped. She has a hint of an accent, and when her face is cleared of blood, I see she is a Waywalker like myself.

Once they are cleaned, the women turn towards eachother, now apparent that they are all Waywalker, and convene, Dad watches the hall where Mom was, clearly expecting her return. I turn to him, “Dad?” I wait a second for it to register, and when it does, I continue, “What’s going on? Who are they?” I’m now fairly confident that the only one who speaks English is the old one; the others all seemed like they had trouble understanding the meds’ instructions.

He studies me for a second, gauging my reaction to whatever he is about to say, I assume. “I’m not sure. It’s certainly weird, that they’re all waywalkers, I mean.”

“Why’s that? We are too.”

“Half, anyways,” he mumbles, not looking away from the hall.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Another glance, “Yep.”

“What? So you’re just not going to tell me? Since when has that been what you do?” Even when I was a dumb kid and the washing machine scared me, Dad always found a way to explain the world to me. He’d tell me all about his adventures, leaving the gorey bits out for when I asked again years later. He could always explain every political conflict analytically; instead of directing me to the side he thought was right, he’d let me identify what I thought was wrong and make me uphold my argument when we disagreed. Now, he just stares off, his mouth a tight line and his eyes narrowed. I huff and cross my arms, turning away from him as I search the now mostly dissipated crowd for my friend, though the only person I can spot is Valeth. I roll my eyes; the ever-present cloud of smugness that happens to inhabit the body of Valeth Korsin Jr. disheartening me thoroughly.

When Mom reappears alone, she has a clear view of the group of us. The women turn around at once, and, luckily, I catch the eldest’s gasp as she faints, falling into my arms.

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...

T.J.: My daughter would never love an Unbroken. L.G.J: ...

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LEGACY CHAPTER FOUR HINTY HINT:

L.I.I.G

Teehee

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guys im so scared of old people and ngl so is Lae

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Guys the love interest is named after Kal’s redemption

Oop metaphor

Just thought I’d let u know<3

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

can we have tyler and saedii be parents in the first few months of lae's life?

You certainly can!

~~

One never realises how much they value something until it is no longer in their grasp.

For Saedii, that thing lately had been sleep. Because who could sleep when your child has the lungs of a warrior and wakes up every two hours without fail. Saedii was usually able to bolt out of bed at the slightest provocation, but she couldn't drag herself to respond after two months of this. Luckily, she wasn't doing this alone.

"I've got her," Tyler mutters, patting her shoulder and pushing himself out of bed. A minute passes and Saedii opens her eyes to observe Lae and Tyler through the monitor. Tyler gently picked her up out of the crib. This time of night, Lae usually just wanted to be held, so she stopped fussing once Tyler was holding her to his bare chest. Saedii stretched slightly and turned the sound on the monitor on and couldn’t hold back a snort.

Tyler was softly singing the words of that “get it, get it” song Scarlett was obsessed with as he rocked Lae back and forth. Saedii wanted to facepalm slightly. After a line that Saedii is glad her daughter is not old enough to repeat Tyler pauses.

“I don’t know any more appropriate lullabies,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing as he rambles. “My dad must not have either because I’m pretty sure he used to sing old rock songs to us. I think you would have liked him, little Lae. He would have loved you. Well, I think everyone would love you if they met you. You’re pretty lovable. It’s cause you’ve got the dimples,” he says, grinning at her in a way that made the dimples clear even over the monitor. 

Saedii smiled and let herself be lulled back to sleep by Tyler’s soft ramblings.

~

“Lae Gilwraeth-Jones, you are a menace that one day all men will fear,” Saedii says, trying not to cringe. Tyler snorts and trades a towel for their daughter.

“For now, though, you’re a menace that spits up on your mum,” Tyler says as Saedii wipes said spit up from one of Tyler’s old academy shirts that she was wearing. Their four month old seemed unfazed, giggling as her dad made funny faces at her.

“How is it she always spits up on me and never you?” Saedii grumbles and Tyler shrugs, considering her.

“But it’s always my shirts you’re wearing when she does. So she probably thinks she’s spitting up on me,” Saedi rolls her eyes and leans over to lightly punch his arm. “Hey, I’m holding a child here!” he fake exclaims. Saedii just snorts and leans into his shoulder, using a finger to brush away the wisps of Lae’s silver-gold hair from her forehead.

Lae dribbled on Saedii’s arm, making her pause and stare into Lae’s purple eyes, so much like her own.

“You’re lucky you’re cute little one,” Saedii said, wiping her hand on her shirt.

~

“Ty,” Saedii whispered, shoving him until he groans and opens an eye at her. He hums for her to speak and she grins.

“Lae slept through the night,” she says excitedly but quietly. Tyler’s eyebrow lift slightly.

“Saeds, not that that isn’t exciting news, but... did you wake me up from the first full night’s sleep either of us has had in 6 months to tell me we had a full night’s sleep?” He asks and Saedii considers the question. Then she pokes her tongue out at him. “Very mature, babe,” he says, lopping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him, kissing her languidly and making her melt into him.

Finally she pulls away and pats his chest.

“Stop, or we’ll have another 6 month period of no sleep,” she says.

Tyler just shrugs and pulls her back to him.

~~

*finger guns*

[serien-grl-22]

In Aurora's End Tyler hallucinated once (because of his age) and was shocked by what he saw, but did not tell Aurie (and with this us - the audience).

It was generally never said in the whole trilogy, what the people who suffer from these hallucinations actually see, so could it possibly be, that he saw the people who he lost. People who died in front of him or who were close to him like Saedii or Scarlett and because of this he did not want to talk about it. Like just imagine sitting there and suddenly, your dead sister shows up.

[auroracycle-enjoyer]

I've got this hc that Saedii gets motion sick really easily but tries her best to hide it.

OKAY OKAY i was thinking about this all day and yes. i love this.

i also get motion sickness, ESPECIALLY car sickness, and one thing that really helps in the car is sitting in the front/driving? so! this logically extends into: pilot!saedii.

and pilot!saedii logically extends itself into lae, who is HEAVILY IMPLIED (in the current timeline) to invent the Waywalker Folding.

So: I see your Motion Sick Saedii and raise you: Pilot Saedii with a little toddler Lae in the passenger seat, going out for rides for fun. when Lae eventually joins the Aurora Academy, she becomes an Ace, remembering all of those drives with her mother.

the funnier side of this is: when she and tyler get captured and the whole terran ship is falling apart around them, imagine her being motion sick the whole time. it's so funny to me. like no wonder she was so snappy all the time if that's how she felt. poor kid.