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[attritio]

. CRUSADC .   cont’d from ( HERE  )

    HERE THEY SAT, hovering over a table full of downtown chinese food. It must have been nearing midnight, the darkness outside created a more mirror like image of the pair from the inside of the restaurant.

   She barely knew him, their first actual interaction a mere three months ago, but there wassomething…..something so wonderful about him.

 Shelly coughed out a chuckle and leaned over slightly, chopsticks in hand, grabbing hold of the last but of noodles scattered on her plate; biting back the smile on her face. ‘ —-good thing we aren’t exactly the calorie counting type huh, i suppose we got lost somewhere around a thousand or so ! ’  / ( @attritio )

             The playful rejection tugged at the corners of his mouth - wider still, teeth exposed. Eric couldn’t help the sudden coyness, nodding in agreement and sportive defeat. Enjoying and admiring her wit. He’d been smiling the entire evening, feeling silly - then ignoring the notion as it came. She seemed to have that effect on him, and making her smile back was nothing short of magnificent. 

               Eric poked at the remains of food on his plate before setting his set of chopsticks on their miniature stand. The mischief across his features forewarning her. “But maybe with a side of rice you’ll think over the calorie counting.” he shrugged, as if feigning innocence.

               From a conventional photo shoot, meeting her in the process, to dining with her now. It all fell into place naturally. An undeniable spark, as they say.          @crusadc

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          the blonde takes a deep, steadying breath before slowly inching the apartment door open and pausing in the doorway. up until this point, she hasn’t stopped crying---- since peeking in that window and seeing... she has to shake the thought out of her head before the waterworks start up again. eric or shelly, whoever’s home, they’ll already be suspicious of her multiple missing days without any warning and her puffy, blotchy face.

          she breathes in deep once more before painting a shaky smile on her face and calling, “ shelly? eric? i’m home! ”

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He’d been expecting her.

The relentless passage of time flowed differently when witnessed deep within the Force, decades slipping by as water might leak from gaps in cupped fingers. He WATCHED as one apprentice slew the other, WATCHED as the Empire fell to ruin only for a new evil to lay roots in its place. He saw her born, saw her grow, watched as she took her first tentative steps toward the POWER laying dormant within her. How wonderful it had been then to speak with her, his words little more than whispers at the back of her mind, yet powerful in the impact they had had upon her path.

Curious for knowledge, bursting with life and LIGHT, she had come to him.

And now -- FINALLY -- they would meet.

Force became FLESH, decades of stored energy knitting a form as familiar to him as it was forgotten. The girl -- REY -- had heard only tales of his true name, his younger form a stranger lost to age-old archives. It took CONCENTRATION to lose the shimmering blue glow of the Force, though he could feel it still, coursing within him. He would not be able to hold the form for long, but it would be enough.

He could not feel the cold spray of the ocean below, nor the breeze as it rustled the grass at his feet. It did not matter -- he could sense her. 

He turned, unable to conceal the PRIDE in his smile.

“Well... it’s about time.”

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“Bill, Ted ... ”

Oh, no! It’s the space dad voice. Anything but the space dad voice!

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@crusadc ( Andrew )

“Dude, do you have a match later?”

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“At least we get to go to these together.“ Capital events were dull and plastic. Just like everything else in this miserable class of elite. As District 4 victors they were required to attend parties and gatherings. Other victors came too from various districts. Some were old friends and others he’d never taken the time to know. There was Johanna with her icy stare and masked emotions. Mags, quiet and reserved, in the corner with Beetee and Wirress These gatherings were only a clock ticking down. Drinks and fake laughter until he was told who he was going home with. The only thing that kept him sane was having her here. Of course Finnick would rather Annie was at home, safe in District 4, but he was also selfish about her. He could keep an eye on her here. They were rarely together in the Capital. He came so much more frequently than she did. At times they spent weeks apart. At least here by his side he knew he could protect her. Be anything she needed. A mentor, an anchor, a piece of mind. "I’ll be right here alright? With you the whole time.” Finnick squeezed her hand before letting go so that no one would see once they passed through the doors. .