“And then what happened?” Ezra holds out a hand, stretching it up towards the moons and the stars, remembering the feeling of being back on the bridge and the way he stretched to fill the space of every inch of the mile long monstrosity. “Then I dragged the star destroyer out of the fucking sky.” He clenches his hand into a fist tight enough that his nails dig crescents into his palm.
with sparks of what i used to know | the scars that we're made of (series)
I can't believe I never showed off this art I commissioned from @smallpolar-bear (find their comm post here on twitter) actually, i got two pieces, but you gotta read the fic to find the other 😌
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