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Jun. 18th, 2018
...and I renewed my contract several months ago. Haha. But my "final" version of my fics is always what I post here, so I do actually want to try and get them gradually (ha) moved over.
title: per ardua ad astra (13/?)
verse: Death Star
characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook; a prison officer from ANH, various background OCs, and in absentia, Lyra Erso and K-2SO; Jyn/Cassian
stuff that happens: Cassian recovers enough to go on duty as Willix; Jyn and Cassian start some work projects while keeping up with Bodhiand accidentally flirting; the Death Star finally reaches the plot.
previous chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
“Sounds satisfying.”
To her alarm, he broke into the bright, dimpled smile that he usually reserved for lying, absent the usual traces of coldness. “Very.”
She felt a bit like he’d brained her with one of her new blasters. It was profoundly unfair. Not to be outdone, she let herself return the smile without any attempt at restraint, her own as light and vibrantly alive as she felt in that moment. Not triumph, not relief, not even hope: just the sheer pleasure of their coexistence.
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title: per ardua ad astra (13/?)
verse: Death Star
characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook; a prison officer from ANH, various background OCs, and in absentia, Lyra Erso and K-2SO; Jyn/Cassian
stuff that happens: Cassian recovers enough to go on duty as Willix; Jyn and Cassian start some work projects while keeping up with Bodhi
previous chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
“Sounds satisfying.”
To her alarm, he broke into the bright, dimpled smile that he usually reserved for lying, absent the usual traces of coldness. “Very.”
She felt a bit like he’d brained her with one of her new blasters. It was profoundly unfair. Not to be outdone, she let herself return the smile without any attempt at restraint, her own as light and vibrantly alive as she felt in that moment. Not triumph, not relief, not even hope: just the sheer pleasure of their coexistence.
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