hi!! a little halloween treat with Breha flavour would be nice but i'm not picky, any other cool girl/woman you have up your sleeve is totally fine. Thank you 😁
This one was fun! I might have channeled a bit of my inner cocktail party rage...
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Breha smiled and fixed her eyes wide open. She tilted her head at the angle that said she was fascinated and visualized in meticulous detail how satisfying it would be to raise her glass of emerald wine and pour it over Senator Efraseth’s head. His elaborate upswept hairstyle would flatten, wet strands dripping down his cheeks, and his bilious yellow overrobe would be stained a much more pleasant shade of teal. Bright green droplets would spatter all over the pristine white tablecloth, pooling in the dainty shells of the seafood appetizers, and Breha would smile and tell him—
Bail cleared his throat with a tiny cough that brought her back to her senses just as the Senator took a breath in his pompous monologue.
“Your insight is as valuable as your loyalty,” Breha injected into the brief pause before he could start again. “But the Viceroy and I must greet all our guests before dinner is served. Please excuse us, and do enjoy the shellfish.”
She took Bail’s arm and swept away, steering him toward the buffet. “I need an excuse not to talk for five minutes,” she muttered. “If my mouth is full, maybe they’ll leave me alone.”
“Ouch,” he said mildly.
Breha loosened her pincer grip on his forearm. “Sorry, love.”
“Occupational hazard of a political spouse.” He patted her hand and smiled at a passing tech mogul. “I enjoy your moments of sincerity, though I hope you never compliment someone intelligent enough to catch on.”
Breha laughed. “No, I reserve those comments for the people who’ll swallow anything.”
“Like the appetizers? I thought he might polish off that whole tray.”
“I’ve told the serving droids to avoid that corner of the room,” Breha said. “He’ll have to travel farther for them at least.”
They reached the vast buffet table studded with exotic flower arrangements and loaded with tiered platters of appetizers. She drained the last of her wine and seized a fresh glass from a passing waiter’s tray. Bail passed her a skewered morsel of roast bhillen that she could eat in one bite without risking a mess. While she chewed and swallowed, he looked her over from the crown of her looped braids to the toes of her silver slippers.
“You need a holiday,” he said bluntly.
“Don’t we all.” Breha lifted her glass and took a long sip. “Now isn’t a good time. Leia has her exams, you’re only on Alderaan for another three weeks, and the Ruling Council’s session is coming up—”
“I meant some time on your own. I’ve borrowed my aunt Basilea’s chalet in the mountains for two days and Winter has cleared your calendar. Anything important has been rescheduled, and if anything urgent comes up, she and I can handle it.”
“What would I even do?” She had no idea how she’d fill the time.
“Read, knit, go walking on the hill trails.” He shrugged. “Take your little skiff up to the slopes and ski.”
Breha blinked and took in a long breath. The thought of two days and a night with no one chasing after her to sign this or read that or go to a meeting about anything… but it was impossible.
“Go.” He kissed her forehead. “And you don’t have to take Leia either. She’s going to stay here and study.”
“You're the best man on Alderaan,” she told him.
“Just on Alderaan?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I was hoping for the Core, at least.”
“Well, there is Master Kenobi,” she said demurely. “And Master Windu. I suspect both of them might give you some competition, but I didn’t think you’d mind coming second to a Jedi.”
He laughed. “In some things, maybe, but not in my wife’s affections.”
Breha wished she could throw her arms around Bail’s neck, wrap her legs around him, and kiss him until all of their guests were thoroughly appalled. She did lean up to press her lips to his in a lingering but chaste kiss that wouldn’t outrage anyone.
“You are without a doubt the best and only husband for me,” she said. “Now, let’s circulate. We have four more hours of a state dinner to get through before I can take advantage of you.”
His face broke into the slow smile of his that she loved, and he took her hand so that she could lead them through the crowd.
Hi @doptimous, and Happy Holidays! Based on your Prompt “ I never mind being alone before you “, here is your RebelCaptain Secret Santa gift! I had fun your lovely prompt and I hope that you enjoy the fic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28201176
Hey! The last five years seems intriguing but if you prefer to share a piece of RP, it's fine. I just don't really know how it works (not the RP part but since I don't know what your RP is about...) Is there a prompt or a theme?
I’m happy sharing any little bits of writing I’m proud of! I started writing TL5Y for the romcom challenge, and ran out of steam pretty quickly, because it is such a huge undertaking. I’m writing vignettes to every song on the ost, and I know what I want to write, I just need to ... write it.
As far as the RP goes - I play Jyn & Cassian & their OC daughter. So you can just ask for a tag from any of them, and I’ll share one of my favorites. I’m a much better writer when it’s with a partner, anyway.
ON WITH TL5Y!
Cassian haunted the halls of his own house like a ghost, like a shadow of a man he’d used to be, quietly assuring friends and co-workers that he was fine, he was fine, he was fine, he just needed time to get used to Jyn’s absence, even though he knew he never would. The moment she left that note, the moment she stepped through that door, she took half of his heart with her, where it would always stay. Deep down, he knew, his life was effectively over, and there was nothing he could do to recover.
He hoped that she was finally happy - even if he couldn’t be the one to give it to her.
Then I was also tagged by @doptimous: Thank you as well!
1 Pizza or burrito?
Don’t think I’ve ever had a burrito! I generally like Mexican and tex-mex food though, so there’s a good chance I’d like one provided it was veggie. I recently had pizza for the first time in four years (home-made, to work with the low-carb diabetes-friendly diet) and it was delicious. So I’ll say pizza!
2- Country/suburb house or city apartment?
One of each, please and thank you! Better still, a country house in Cornwall and a second one on a Greek island, plus a three-bedroom ground-floor flat with a garden in London.
3- Favourite quote?
“If you find it not within yourself, you will never find it without”; Doreen Valiente.
4- What’s your very first memory?
Being held up to the kitchen window of our upstairsflat in Manchester by my Dad, so I could see the cat sitting on the roof of the outhouse. I have no idea why, but he suddenly said “Look, there’s Dingle” and swept me up; and there, indeed, was Dingle.
5- What would be your ideal date? (It can be friends date, not necessarily romantic date)
Locally? Lunch out and an afternoon at the London Wetland Centre. Fresh air and birds.
Further afield? Lunch out and a long walk on a coastal path somewhere. Fresh air, birds, and the sea.
6- How many languages do you speak?
One fluently (English, native language), two passably (French and Spanish, both rusty but still fine to converse) and bits of a fourth (Greek, adequate to communicate basic needs and ask questions but not to have a conversation).
7- Last thing you eat?
I had some brazil nuts after lunch. Lunch itself was cold quorn sausages and salad.
8- Your go-to media (book, movie, song,..) when you have a bad day?
My collection of ballet dvds. Hobson’s Choice or Coppelia for a warm fuzzy feeling, Swan Lake or Romeo and Juliet if I want a good cathartic cry.
9- What’s your self-care routine?
Eat three meals a day, hydrate regularly, keep myself physically clean. Spend some time out of doors and talk to another person at least once a day. Have an occasional treat to look forward to but don’t build my life round them (or the rest of the time becomes A Flat And Disappointing Time Between Treats, which is no good at all). And if I were trying to pass this on as Life Hacks, I’d probably add: Find a hobby and don’t let anyone shame you for practising it, even if it’s something “frivolous” like writing fanfic.
10- What talent do you wish you’ll have?
I wish I could play a musical instrument, but since I can’t afford lessons or to buy/hire one, it’s likely to remain just a wish!
11- If you could ask for any piece of art (painting, song, poem,…) made just for you what would it be about?
I’ve been hugely honoured by the two or three times people have drawn a scene from one of my fics or made a mood-board for one of them. I’d love it if that were to happen again!
"You make me want things I don't believe in." - Rebelcaptain Prompt Drabble
For @doptimous - Thank you for the inspiration! I’ve also added it to my drabble collection on AO3 :)
The only noises are the background hum of the Profundity and the beep of the monitor reflecting Cassian's steady heart beat. His hand is warm in hers but he is too still, too silent. He was never loud or brash while conscious, instead he exuded a magnetism that made her want to trust him, to believe him, to forgive him. He has been unconscious for days, through surgeries and bacta immersion, through the disappearance of the plans and destruction of the Death Star. The Mon Cala medics say there is nothing more they can do but wait. Jyn has sat by his side for as long as she can each day, her own minor injuries a distant memory.
She is still getting used to the concept of hope for herself and allowing her thoughts to go in that direction feels strange and unsettling. Without hope she can't see any future for herself. She is so very tired, and the only person left in the galaxy to whom she has any connection is lying still in front of her.
"You make me want things I don't believe in," she whispers even though there is no one around to hear. "I had given up on ever wanting to stay anywhere, on having family, on... on love. And I didn't believe in hope, because all I had been doing for so long was just surviving from one day to the next out of - spite? Anger?" She shook her head, and ran her thumb along the back of Cassian's hand. "And then you stood up for me, and risked everything, and now... well, now you have to come back, because you can't change my whole world and then leave me behind like everyone else."
No response. His long dark lashes still lie along his cheeks, his scruffy hair is brushed back from his forehead and a week of growth has nearly turned his stubble into a beard. Her hope falters - what if he doesn't recover, what if he does and the way he looked her was a lie? A black hole opens in her chest and her eyes burn with tears. But just as she is about to pull her hand away and give up on hope once and for all she feels him move and her heart pounds. He squeezes her hand, albeit weakly, and when she looks at his face those beautiful dark eyes are staring back at her.
Hope flares to life in her heart once more as he whispers her name as if it is sacred.
