#eyayah

[bojangos]

new boot goofin’

featuring: boots au Echo and Fives, some sick tunes, and the absolutely ridiculous pair of boots they bought

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WIP Wednesday

From the next chapter of Eyayah, which I’m waiting to post because I’m so damn close to finishing the whole fic:

“They left in a hurry,” Quinlan says. “For something - exciting, and terrifying, and -” He stops, frustrated. “And there’s anger, like someone’s still here, but not - not here.”

Oh, good, that clears things up. Jango can hear Myles like he’s actually there but bites back the instinct to repeat his sarcasm. It’s familiar, anyway, his description - Jango can almost hear those words in Obi-Wan’s voice, describing -

- but Quinlan is reaching out, ready to touch something in the middle of enemy territory and Jango wrenches his thoughts back to the present with a jolt of adrenaline. “You good to touch that?” he asks instead, nodding to Quinlan’s naked hand. After his reaction when they’d shaken hands before -

But Quinlan just gives him a crooked grin, because no one Jango lets into his life is good for his health. “Guess we’ll find out,” he says, and grabs the handle.

[bojangos]

for boots au i’ve been using the mando’a for echo and fives’ names (eyayah and rayshe’a respectively) 

but it’s gotten to the point where i’ve stopped calling echo ‘echo’.  every time i see canon content and all i think is “ah it’s yayah!!!”

sorry echo your name is now yayah i don’t make the rules

[delta-the-mando]

Long day

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Eyayah is finally done! Stay tuned for the next part, Tome’tayl, which will start posting someday when my brain works again.

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WIP Wednesday

In celebration for finally finishing this part in the series, here’s a snippet from the final chapter of Eyayah:

“I know this will come as a surprise to you, since she just attacked us and put me in cuffs, but I don’t trust her,” Quinlan says conversationally to Jango, pointedly ignoring the subject of his distrust. “Not a Force thing. Just my opinion.”

Jango meets his gaze, tipping his head to the side and raising his eyebrows, and puts his buy’ce back on instead of answering.

Arla, for her part, scowls at Quinlan, hands flashing, and looks pointedly at Jango when she’s done. He shakes his head, allowing himself a small smile behind the cover of his visor as it hits him once more. His sister is alive. “I’m not translating that,” he says.

Her scowl deepens and disappears as she jams her buy’ce back over her head, but she softens her irritation when she responds. “Lucky for us that he’s not bound by your opinions, then, Jedi,” she says with the mechanized scorn of her buy’ce’s speakers.

Quinlan shrugs. “Never stopped me from giving them before.”

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Chapter 8 of Eyayah! Just one more left, and then I can focus on the next part of the series which I am very excited to do.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Ah.” The figure nods, setting themself back into a guard position. “So you are here to steal more clones, is that it?”

“Yes,” Jango says. “All of them.”

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I have a whole complicated subplot in Eyayah that I’m considering cutting and it’s killing me.