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  1. Public Bookmark 14

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    The Exile is curious to see what's behind Atton's mental shields.

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    07 Oct 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 44

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    Meetra knew it for a dream, but it was the logic of dreaming that, in the moment, this didn't matter.

     

    A regularly scheduled nightmare is interrupted by a pazaak match, and both players discover that some old mental patterns are no longer functioning quite as they used to.

    This originally wanted to be purer PWP but then insisted on growing more substance and getting character-studyish.

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    07 Oct 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 18

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    Atton and the Exile's relationship, as seen from their time in the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk.

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    07 Oct 2019

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    "This ship," he declares firmly, "is a heap of junk."

    "You're a heap of junk," she retorts, hip-checking him on the way out.

    There is refuge even here, in their little games. He can't remember precisely when it started. It crept up on him like salvation, like forgiveness, like dawn seeping through.

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    28 Aug 2019

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    Coded on a secondhand datapad in a run-down motel room in Mos Eisley, deleted and never sent: Everything about us was a whirlwind.

    Written on a scrap of durasheet in a Tion Cluster outpost, the words fading after a while into air and ghosts: You shouldn't have forgiven me for any of it.

    Scraped into the bark of an oak tree on the Argazdan homeworld: You won't believe the dreams I have about you.

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