Rereading my fic The Light in Our Eyes , and just.... this bit really says it all.
“I’d find you,” Anakin had said one night, startling Obi-Wan as they sat in the aching hush of the land’s open wounds called a battlefield. He hadn’t lifted his head from Obi-Wan’s shoulder, staring up at the stars. “I would have found you no matter what happened or how our stories went. We’re meant to be. You and me. Always.”
Obi-Wan too had kept his eyes on the sky, even as the river of diamonds strewn through black ink blurred into a smudge of light.
“You’re worth it,” he said at last. “All of it.”
Like, if you wanna know how I feel about them, just read that fic.
I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary
Also quickly before I go to bed, I WILL be writing a Cyrus and Gumshoe fic when I get further into this stupid game. Cyrus is looking for from the far reaches of hell and Gumshoe tags along because he's a detective it's what he does
Everytime I go into the Zosopp tag, I just see people SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING about the lack of posts IN the Zosopp tag. THE ZOSOPP ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES
Phil: What a perfect time! [Cracks up and slaps his desk] Holy sht, the most perfect unmute! [Laughs and eats a gapple for a sub, still laughing] Thank you for the one year.
I have as many petty grievances with Wayne Family Adventures as the next girl but the way they tend to dress Cass in matching civvies with Bruce really is just. exceedingly correct
imagine sally taking percy to montauk over the years. using the hours that he's asleep to sit along the beachside shore. remembering the nights she had with poseidon. basking in the delicate breeze on a soft bed of sand. stolen kisses under the moonlight. a love she never thought she'd find. and then her world came crashing like the tide. now all she has left of poseidon is a child he can't help her raise. but she loves percy with all her might. and they'll be okay soon enough.
and then imagine sally taking paul to montauk. using the hours he's asleep to sit along the beachside shore. remembering the nights she had with percy. making smores with blue-tinted marshmallows. the two of them staying up too late at night bingeing soap operas. a happiness she never thought she'd be able to provide for her son. and then her world came crashing down once more. now all she has left of percy is an empty bedroom and a missed phone call from the otherside of the country. but word from camp is that annabeth found him. and if that rings true. then they'll be okay soon enough.