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@builtrebellion gets an underloved muse 

 THE MIDDLE-AGED BARTENDER gave the young lady that came in to his humble abode a glance before attending to the requests of those already slouched over the counter in front of him. Lorn rather LIKED this setup -- in the city, in a place of his own with his family ... there wasn’t much else he could ASK for. That being said, he didn’t like to cause trouble, and he didn’t like trouble being caused on his doorstep. It was all PRECAUTIONARY, of course ... he thought he’d had enough of someone being on his trail for ONE lifetime. 

“Evening.” Lorn said casually as he came to the barstool where she was sitting, a sleek, slightly graying brow raising in interest. “Noticed the blaster on you. Take care not to use it in here, will ya, kid? Trying to run an upstanding place, and all. Not exactly eager to have the wrong people sniffing around -- you understand.” He said, pointing vaguely to her blaster and OTHER weapons slung across her back. Laying off, if only for the moment, the man inclined his head slightly, asking:  “Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”

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@ofkybcr continued from [X]

     He is raw.

     He had been awake for eighteen hours, listening to the hollow, painful rasping in his ruined chest, where machines now kept his heart beating and let him breathe where he wished he no longer did.

     He didn’t not know for certain that Chirrut did not survive, because they will not tell him so, but in his heart he felt it, felt his absence in the universe more surely than the organs that had been removed from his body. There is no cybernetic enhancement that can replace what he has just lost, and where in the first few hours he had screamed, he lacked the energy now to continue. He felt pale, exhausted, empty - unable to process any further grief, unable to confront the depth of the pain that unfolded inside of him when he imagined having to live even a day as he would be now - not as part of a unit, but as a solitary man. Alone, where for twenty-five years his soul had been intertwined with that of another. It was too much to bear.

     Seeing Jyn, swaddled in bandages, alive and breathing hurts almost as much as it helps, and hands that were not as strong as they should have been pulled her down into him, held her fiercely, and he tried not to shake when she questioned him, tried not to break apart.

     “He would not come to me.” 

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Btw, I was already starting to like Jyn just from what I’d seen on your blog, but now that I’ve actually ‘met’ her I love her. 

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         there was an apprehensiveness in evaan’s amber eyes as she watched the other WOMAN. on one hand, her work for the rebellion had saved the life of many even at the cost of many of her friends in battle, but on the other, her father had played an instrumental part in the DEVICE that had blown apart her and senator organa’s home planet. but the pilot didn’t say anything, merely undoing the top half of her ORANGE jumpsuit and tying the sleeves around her waist so she could busy herself with work instead.

           ‘the ship’s out of COMMISSION. it got roughed up in yavin, but it will be up and running soon.’

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greeter for @builtrebellion

     “Be easy, Little Sister.” Quiet was not a thing that bothered him; he could very easily go hours without speaking even in company, and was of the belief that there was no such thing as an awkward silence - only people with nothing relevant to say and the lack of self-awareness to realize as much. It was an unusual gesture, then, for him to break his silence simply because Jyn looked tense. Chirrut would rib him mercilessly if he found out - it always delighted him so much to see that he had soft spots, despite his best efforts.

     “You act as one who sees enemies everywhere. There is only one Imperial here, and I doubt that he could wield a blaster if he tried.” The words ‘and I would kill him if he did’ went unspoken, but not unimplied.

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