Starkiller -- Bae

I want to see every frame of their last glance clearly.

It has been a long time since I last wrote, so my expression might be a bit muddled. I am trying to get over this, and I apologize for bringing up something so sad.

A month ago, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival alone in my school dormitory. I made a point of going outside and saw the full moon hanging high in the sky. At that moment, the lines that loop repeatedly in Ryuichi Sakamoto’s 《Fullmoon》 came to my mind.

“Because we don't know when we will die,

we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well.

And yet everything happens only a certain number of times,

and a very small number really.

How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood,

some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it?

Perhaps four,or five times more?Perhaps not even that.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?

Perhaps twenty.And yet it all seems limitless...”

I opened the movie and started taking screenshots, eager to see clearly what kind of expression Hux had as he looked at Phasma—it seemed like he was angry, yet also as if he was smiling.

To Hux at that time, this might have been just an unremarkable moment in his and Phasma’s lives. Though they had suffered a great loss, they still had each other at the very least, and everything was supposedly getting better. He trusted Phasma’s abilities, so he walked away easily, as if he thought Phasma would come to his side in a few minutes to report that everything had been handled properly. He believed they would keep going together, side by side. He could never have dared to imagine that this would be their last time seeing each other... Phasma left him forever just like that, and from then on, he lost the only companion who would never look down on him—his weapon, his reliance.

In the year that followed, during every moment when he was beaten, frustrated, and subjected to contempt and bullying, did he ever think that he would have been better off staying right by Phasma’s side, watching her, and finally facing the sea of fire together with her?

Lately I've been swamped with schoolwork and haven't had time to write or draw. Finally managed to squeeze in some time to sketch a Polaroid—it looks pretty rough, but you can tell they're having a good time. Now that this is done, back to homework. Sigh. Love these two little cuties.

Phasma and Armitage turned into cats!!!

Both of them seem very cat-like. Phasma would be a huge, energetic Maine Coon, patrolling everywhere, though her temper definitely wouldn't be as good as a Maine Coon's. Still, she'd be very tolerant of Armitage. Armitage resembles a Somali cat in both appearance and personality—clever, cunning, and full of mischievous schemes. He'd constantly linger near Phasma just to tease her. The two cats would curl up together for warmth and sleep, purring and meowing as they snuggled close. They'd wander around causing mischief everywhere. And because of their size difference, Phasma might even be able to grab Armitage by the scruff of his neck and carry him off.

Made a little thing cause… why not?

You two idiots! Because you want to spend the rest of your lives together!

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Solace

 “Come on in Armitage,” Rey teased. “The water is perfect.”

 Stars, why did she always have the compulsion to immerse herself in the nearest body of water, no matter how filthy? Hux could only guess.

 “I’d rather not,” he replied, trying to keep the disdain out of his voice and failing miserably.

 “What’s the matter?”

 “Nothing,” he groaned. He didn’t want to talk about it.

 With a splash, she rose out of the water and started toward him, wading slowly and every so often being pulled back as the tide ebbed. The sound of the waves around them was soothing, but Hux didn’t feel like being soothed.

 “Please tell me,” she coaxed, finally coming to sit down beside him and shivering in the cold. “I want to know.”

 “It’s nothing.”

 “It really isn’t. You’ve been pouting all night.”

 “I am a grown man, I do not pout!”

 “Grown men are actually the worst about pouting,” she said with a laugh.

 He scowled, pressing his boots into the sand, so it formed a small barrier between himself and the sea.

 “I’m not pouting,” he insisted.

 “Alright, then.”

 With that, Rey rose and headed back to the water, wading in until she was up to her chest.

 “You’re going to ruin that dress,” Hux murmured.

 “What use is a dress if it can’t be worn in the water?” She asked. “All these stuffy clothes have to have some use!”

 “They have a use,” he answered. “They’re supposed to make you look nice.”

 She smirked at him from the water then dipped her head all the way back till it pooled in the waves around her.

 “And is it doing its job?” She asked with a slight raise of her brows.

He set his jaw, eyes raking over her in the moonlight, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

 “Please come in the water,” she begged. “It will make you feel better; I promise.”

Things bout to heat up in here.