tucked inside, pressed flat against the heart
Contrail, once the clone pilot who flew under the call sign Shadow Eleven, defects from the Galactic Empire in search of better causes to die for. He finds his outstretched hand meeting a very familiar one along the way - Captain Rex, whom he once loved. Who perhaps can still find room in his heart for Contrail once more.
Content warnings: canon-typical imperialism and treatment of clones, implied/referenced character death, established relationship as much as a vaguely defined not talked about situationship can be described as "established", hopeful ending.
Written for the @cloneshiprarepair event, for the Pilots card on the bingo board :D
















