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Hello! Happy New Year's Eve! I've been a bit quiet trying to gather myself up for exchanges, and otherwise sucked into the month's demands. Still a bit busy with those, but I wanted to get these up for the holiday fest before it was over. Two drabbles for the Star Wars Advent Calendar over on Tumblr.
Title and summary from Vienna Teng's "The Atheist Christmas Carol." Lyrics here.
Crossposted to AO3, Pillowfort, and separately on Tumblr.
The Season of Grace
"It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention." - Vienna Teng
I. Full Circle
For the Day 9 prompt, “Where the love-light gleams.”
It is not quiet on the second Death Star. Luke hears nothing but the breath of his father dying. He looks at him, puts the fingers of his real hand on the scarred white cheek. “I’m not leaving,” he repeats.
“Again?” Anakin’s voice strengthens with the word, though his eyes go far away.
“That’s right.”
Luke turns his head, hand not moving from his father’s face.
She steps into the throne room, a tall figure in white. Her tears are quiet, and Luke doesn’t turn her away. Her hand joins his, tender on the other cheek. They sit with Anakin.
II. Oasis
For the Day 31 prompt, "champagne."
“It’s not exactly a party,” Ahsoka says. “New Year’s on the battlefield. Doesn’t that mean something about the kind of year we’ll be having? Not so new, then.”
She watches Anakin rummage in their tent. There isn’t much, but he does like carrying extra tools and parts, things he feels will be useful; she is unsurprised when this time it’s a bottle of champagne, already smiling at his grin before he speaks.
“Hey now, the party’s where you make it. Seize the day, Snips.”
They trade the bottle—a sip, before tomorrow’s battle— and Anakin pulls her into a hug, against his left side, and Ahsoka closes her eyes.
Title and summary from Vienna Teng's "The Atheist Christmas Carol." Lyrics here.
Crossposted to AO3, Pillowfort, and separately on Tumblr.
The Season of Grace
"It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention." - Vienna Teng
I. Full Circle
For the Day 9 prompt, “Where the love-light gleams.”
It is not quiet on the second Death Star. Luke hears nothing but the breath of his father dying. He looks at him, puts the fingers of his real hand on the scarred white cheek. “I’m not leaving,” he repeats.
“Again?” Anakin’s voice strengthens with the word, though his eyes go far away.
“That’s right.”
Luke turns his head, hand not moving from his father’s face.
She steps into the throne room, a tall figure in white. Her tears are quiet, and Luke doesn’t turn her away. Her hand joins his, tender on the other cheek. They sit with Anakin.
II. Oasis
For the Day 31 prompt, "champagne."
“It’s not exactly a party,” Ahsoka says. “New Year’s on the battlefield. Doesn’t that mean something about the kind of year we’ll be having? Not so new, then.”
She watches Anakin rummage in their tent. There isn’t much, but he does like carrying extra tools and parts, things he feels will be useful; she is unsurprised when this time it’s a bottle of champagne, already smiling at his grin before he speaks.
“Hey now, the party’s where you make it. Seize the day, Snips.”
They trade the bottle—a sip, before tomorrow’s battle— and Anakin pulls her into a hug, against his left side, and Ahsoka closes her eyes.
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