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lilmamabeyellin

claiming this energy

yujukimun

angry boy and sad boy

loosen-your-strings

My best friend and I to a T

kylequeen

kylorenjen

Inktober, day 2: Divided. For this one, I drew inspiration from my favorite scene from one of my all-time favorite fics - To Kingdom Come, by diasterisms. It’s a heart-wrenching masterpiece of angst and longing.

It’s as if they’re trapped within a smaller, barely contained hurricane that’s of their own making. The Force is a maelstrom of clashing energy whirling around them, through them, between them. Under cover of darkness, urged on by spirals of heat bursting from the bruised and battered corners of her heart, she drops her hands from his hair to his broad shoulders, one palm stroking the rough material of his cowl while the other dives beneath it. In the absence of sight, she uses her fingertips to map him out from memory, pulling at his tunic, pressing down where it covers the ridges of his spine and the muscles of his back. It’s so—

— good. That’s the word; she no longer has the wherewithal to find others. It’s so good to hold him like this again. And it’s painful, too, because a distant, rational part of her knows that she can only have this now and never again.

Her sobs take her by surprise. She turns her head slightly to muffle them into his sweat-damp hair. He’s crying as well— more quietly than she is, but crying nonetheless, the hot wetness of his tears seeping onto her neck as he continues to rock every inch of himself against her. His Force signature loops in warped, jagged knots that she feels like another lump in her throat.

When he raises his head from her neck, the sound that she makes is very nearly a garbled wail of protest. Not yet. Don’t let me go yet—

kylorenjen

Inktober, day 27: Climb

I’ve done a horrible job of keeping up with Inktober this year, but I’m hoping to finish at least half of the prompts before the month is over, and then I’ll probably try to do a few more just for fun in November. Better than nothing, right?