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❛ hey, hey, ❜ his voice is gentle, quiet, and he doesn’t think before he reaches out to press a hand to her cheek, cradling her face gently there. he understands her fear. of course he does, he saw what it did. and eddie’s no goddamn hero, he never has been. but something about chrissy cunningham makes him feel brave. makes him want to face down whatever the hell it was that tried to take her and tell it to get fucked.

he doesn’t say all that out loud. ❛ i won’t let it, ❜ and sure, he doesn’t know what they’re up against here, and he doesn’t know how he could even stop it in the first place, but…he means it. in whatever way he knows how to, he means it. ❛ ‘kay? i got you. i won’t let you go. ❜ an eddie munson promise. not that it’s good for anything, but god. it’s all he has.

she  doesn’t  realise  she’s  started  to  cry  until  she  feels  a  hot  tear  roll  down  her  cheek.  chrissy  can’t  help  the  way  she  leans  into  his  touch.  desperately  soaking  in  the  warmth  and  comfort  eddie  brings.  there’s  just  something  about  him.  it’s  like  his  soul  reaches  out  to  her  own.  something  she’s  never  felt  before.  not  even  with  jason.  who  had  always  cared  for  her,  but  who  could  never  understand  her.  poor  jason  who  she’s  been  so  distant  to.  avoiding  his  calls.  barely  present  when  they  walk  through  the  school  halls  hand  in  hand.  her  mind,  and  maybe  even  her  heart,  is  always  in  this  trailer. 

she still looks rattled, even now. not that eddie blames her ; he thinks rattled is actually super reasonable, after everything that happened. part of him’s not even sure why she wants to come back here - this is where it happened. but she keeps coming back and he doesn’t want to question it. selfishly, it’s…good, for him. to see her so alive in front of him. so for right now, he’ sort of taking what he can get.

he shoves a forkful of pasta into his mouth just to avoid answering straight away, trying to think about what to say. he’s not sure he has anything comforting ready to go. ❛ yeah, ❜ good one, munson. nailed it. ❛ you haven’t – seen it again, have you? ❜

gaze  darts  down  to  her  own  bowl  of  pasta.  he  knows  how  to  cook,  that’s  for  sure,  chrissy  just  wishes  she  could  stomach  it.  she’s  barely  eaten  since  the  other  night.  only  able  to  hold  down  bread  and  cereal.  her  mother’s  been  commenting  on  how  good  she  looks    -    you’ve  never  looked  so  skinny!    -    and  that  makes  her  feel  even  more  sick.  she  swallows  hard,  her  throat  suddenly  bone  dry.  she  looks  up  at  him  from  underneath  long  eyelashes.  feeling  so  much  like  a  scared  little  girl  alone  in  the  dark,  desperately  searching  for  a  nightlight  to  keep  her  safe. 

@sunwove | eddie & chrissy 

❛ hey i made uh…mac and cheese? but not the box stuff, it’s actually - it’s good. ❜ there’s a shy sort of modesty to that ; eddie’s pretty good at cooking, but he also knows what he likes better than he understands how to cater for other people, especially when those other people are chrissy cunningham, who inexplicably still wants to hang out with him, and eddie’s just trying not to question it. instead he puts mac and cheese in both bowls and hands her one and tries not to apologise for how shitty the chairs are.

again. ❛ how’s uh…y’know. everything? ❜

leg  bounces  underneath  the  table.  unsure  hands  taking  the  bowl  with  a  soft  smile  and  a  muttered  thanks.  chrissy  knows  she  shouldn’t  be  here.  the  more  she  turns  up  at  the  munson  trailer,  the  more  likely  it  is  that  jason  someone  will  find  out    -    and  probably  get  the  wrong  idea.  truth  is,  she’s  drawn  to  this  place.  to  eddie.  the  only  one  who  understands  all  the  insane  shit  she’s  been  dealing  with.  the  visions,  the  floating,  the  almost  dying.  just  being  near  him  makes  her  feel  calmer,  the  tenor  of  his  voice  able  to  pull  her  back  down.  wake  up  chrissy!  

he  knows  it’s  not  what  she  meant .            he  knows  he  should  be  kind,   that  he  should  feel  sorry  for  her,   and  say  something  that  would  stop  her  from  crying.   he  really  did  not  want  her  to  start  crying.    but  his  irritation  washed  out  all  the  sympathy  he  should  of  had.     she  did  not  have  to  pull  cedric’s  body  from  the  maze,   she  did  not  stare  down  into  his  glassy  eyes  after  voldermort  killed  him.    she  had  no  idea  what  it  was  like,   and  yet  it  was  her  crying,   not  him.             ❝    it’s  fine    ❞        the  words  are  sharp,   even  to  his  own  ears.    he  doesn’t  want  to  be  mean  to  cho,   but  he  cannot  help  it .     he  doesn’t  know  why  she  would  ever  want  to  talk  about  cedric,  he’d  had  enough  of  thinking  about  it.        ❝    yeah  it  was   fine   -   just  perfect   ❞   he’d  have  liked  to  grasp  onto  the  topic,   talk  about  his  summer  like  there  was  anything  interesting  to  tell.  but  all  he’d  done  all  summer  was  dream  feverishly  about  cedric.     ❝   you  know,   until  the  part  where  I  was  nearly  expelled.   and  the  ministry  started  telling  everyone  I’m  a  liar.   beside  that,  it  was  great.  ❞

“   that   .   .   .   manner   of   speaking.   where   do   you   hail   from?   ”    alice   had   done   plenty   of   research   in   her   twenty - three   years   ——   but   she   knew   of   no   country   on   this   earth   that   spoke   like   @sunwove​​   did.   her   syntax   was   strange,   almost   incomprehensible.    “   where   did   you   say   you’re   from   again?   ”

AT FIRST RICKY WASN’T SURE HOW TO FEEL ABOUT GINA BEING BACK. he missed her. the phrase sounding almost too simple in his mind. he did more than miss. he longed for her. wished again and again that things had been different and she hadn’t left. that there was something he could hold onto to fight for. he mourned for all the could have beens with gina. but then he’d gotten over it. over her. he’d moved on to a new city with new people and new friends. well, mostly new. he wouldn’t be ricky without big red by his side.

it had almost felt like a slap in the face when gina had returned. but it also felt like seeing her again and hearing her voice was a life saving shock to his heart that restarted to beating. he’d already been living in the city and made a life when she arrived. and yet when she came back into his world he felt like all the colors had changed. everything became more vibrant again. the thought of sharing with her the city he grew to love excited him more than he’d like to admit. even if things were awkward at first. and maybe they still were awkward as he couldn’t find the line between good friends and more. ricky didn’t know if he was clinging too tight to old feelings when she nudged his shoulder during rehearsals or ruffled her hands through his curls. 

and he’s not sure what overcome him. why when they were in the middle of trying to perfect their lines as other people all he could see was gina. gorgeous and wonderful gina. she tries to correct his error. dead men don’t talk. or at least not when they haven’t been resurrected yet. she’d been so focus on her singing that she hadn’t noticed when he’d open his eyes to watch her. falling for her all over again. ❝ if you don’t want to get hurt again than what’s the plan? never be with anyone again? even when you know you have something special with them? ❞

the  urge  swells  within  her  to  recoil.  to  run.  she  loves  ricky  bowen.  has  done  the  entire  time,  even  after  she  left  east  high  and  he  was  with  nini.  she  tried  to  move  on.  when  on  dates,  even  had  a  boyfriend.  but  he  still  plagued  her.  gina  would  think  she  was  happy,  and  then  his  picture  would  pop  up  on  instagram  or  ashlyn  would  mention  him  in  passing.  it  would  send  her  heart  straight  back  to  that  place  it  had  been  before,  when  she  had  watched  him  and  nini  fix  all  that  had  been  broken.  while  she  stood  to  the  side  with  ej  casswell  of  all  people,  unable  to  look  away  from  the  love  that  was  clearly  on  display  between  them.  her  heart  hadn’t  mattered  then.  she  was  leaving.  now  it’s  all  different. 

shock  eyes  blink.  once,  twice,  three  times.  there’s  a  sincerity  to  his  words  that  makes  her  heart  melt.  it’s  almost  enough  for  her  to  give  up  right  then  and  there.  throw  her  arms  around  him  and  declare  that  she’s  always  been  his,  even  when  he  wasn’t  hers.  but  her  pride  is  too  strong.  her  ego  too  bruised.  carefully  gina  sets  down  her  script.  teeth  pulling  at  her  bottom  lip.  

that  was  not  true  anymore    -      maybe  it  had  been,   in  some  long  distance  past.    but  he  knew  now  he  did  not  need  them,    not  when  he  had  all  this  power  of  his  own.   not  when  their  mission  was  close  to  being  over.     these  humans  needed  him  more  than  the  others  did,      and  beside,   he  was  too  stubborn  to  ever  go  back.   the  only  one  of  them  he  wanted  to  even  talk  to  was  makkari.   what  they  had  between  them,   those  7000  years of  history,  was  the  only  thing  he'd  let  pierce  his  pride .  

❝    I  wish  there  was  another  way   ❞        it's  true,    but  it's  also  his  apology .    he  cannot  tell  her  what  she  really  wants  him  to  say.    he  does  not  miss  the  tears  forming  in  her  eyes,    hates  knowing  he's  the  cause  of  them.   but  he  forces  himself  to  remain  stoic,   hiding  his  expression  with  the  care  of  someone  given  thousands  of  years  of  practice.    he  didn't  want  her  to  know  how  truly  difficult  this  was,    didn't  want  to  see  him  waver .    he'd  promised  himself  he  would  not  back  down  on  his  decision,   no  matter  what  happened .       but  he  truly  did  wish,    even  as  he  averts  his  gaze  slightly  from  her  face,   that  there  was  another  way.    that  there  was  a  way  in  which  their  paths  ran  parallel,   rather  than  diverting.    maybe  that  was  just  not  their  purpose.    

he  lets  his  gaze  wander  back  to  her  as  she  asks  the  question,  hesitates  only  slightly,    before  nodding  his  assent.     he'd  never  be  able  to  turn  her  away,   should  she  come  visit.    but  something  tells  him  that  she  won’t.    the  cadence  of  the  goodbye  feels  to  real,   and  he  does  not  have  it  in  him  to  really  say  how  much  he'd  miss  her.    he  couldn't  do  that,   when  he  was  choosing  first  to  walk  away.     ❝    I'd  never  be  so  arrogant  to  think  I  could  keep  you  out   ❞         sometimes  people  underestimated  quiet  makkari,    but  not  him.    he  knew  she  was  just  as  strong,   if  not  more,   than  the  rest  of  them.       ❝    no  matter  where  on  earth  I  am,   I'd  always  want  a  visit  from  you    ❞     but  he  says  it   with  a  heaviness  in  his  heart,   knowing  they  were  empty  words.     he  did  not  think  he'd  visit,   and  he  did  not  know  if  he'd  want  her  to,   knowing  they  would  just  have  to  say  goodbye  again.  

there’s  a  finality  to  the  moment  that  makkari  hates.  the  same  she  had  felt  with  the  others,  watching  them  leave  knowing  she  might  not  see  them  again  for  some  years.  maybe  ever.  and  she  has  plans  of  her  own.  places  she  wants  to  go,  things  she  wants  to  see.  this  world  has  so  much  rich  history,  and  most  of   it  they  weren’t  allowed  to  be  part  of.  only  watched  from  the  sidelines.  now  is  her  chance  to  see  it  all  first  hand.  but  doing  that  means  leaving  him,  and  that  hurts  more  than  anything  else.  because  she  knows,  deep  down,  all  this  talk  about  visiting  is  just  that    -    empty  promises. 

her  body  seems  to  deflate  in  quiet  acceptance.  she’s  not  going  to  fight  his  decision  anymore.  not  make  this  moment  any  harder  then  it  needs  to  be  for  either  of  them.  she  wills  her  feet  to  move  aside,  let  him  pass  so  the  torment  might  be  over,  but  they  stay  firmly  planted  on  the  ground.  head  is  fighting  with  heart,  it  seems.  her  heart  that  wants  to  go  to  him.  even  if  it  would  hurt  more.  she  tries  her  best  to  resist,  but  the  call  of  his  heart  to  hers  is  too  strong.  she  moves  forward,  step  by  step,  until  she’s  standing  right  in  front  of  him.  eyes  locking  gaze.  filled  with  sadness,  longing,  and  love. 

❛ no - ❜ anakin’s voice breaks - something he hadn’t even though capable in the force - and he seems to come closer, though there’s no physical indication that he’s moved at all. he wishes he could soothe away her sorrow, wishes he could reach out to her. he does his best, a whisper in the force that gently tweaks the end of her lekku, the one with a tiny scar on it from a run in they had with a battle droid right at the start of the war, when they were both closer to children than anything else and anakin felt like he’d fail her at every turn.

seems he did, in the end.

still. ❛ i should’ve fought harder for you, ahsoka, ❜ her loss had been another weight to the pile, but it hadn’t been the tipping point. no, that had come in the shape of padmé, her face twisted with pain, screaming for help. even now, anakin can see it as plain as anything. ❛ it was my fault. all of it. i let palpatine twist everything into violence. i believed him, even when i should have known better, ❜ he drops to a crouch, but only so he can look up at her, expression soft. ❛ ahsoka i’m so proud of you. of everything you did, everything you’re still doing. you know that, don’t you? ❜ 

she  doesn’t  realise  she’s  crying  until  she  feels  warm  tears  carving  pathways  down  her  cheeks.  the  back  of  her  hand  lifts  to  wipe  them  away,  but  they’re  falling  too  fast  to  catch.  this  was  the  anakin  she  remembered.  kind,  brave,  and  loyal.  not  the  monster  that  vader  became.  and  she  had  spent  many  restless  nights  torturing  herself  with  what  ifs.  her  thoughts  filled  with  how  things  would  have  been  different  if  she  had  simply  stayed.  stayed  with  the  order.  stayed  with  him  instead  of  going  to  mandalore.  could  ahsoka  have  stopped  all  this  from  happening?  her  shoulders  sag  from  the  weight  of  it. 

she  lets  out  a  sniff,  trying  to  steady  her  breathing,  but  his  words  worsen  her  state.  all  she  had  ever  wanted  to  hear,  but  so  many  years  too  late.  eyes  close  just  for  a  second.  trying  not  to  think  back  to  her  pain,  to  the  things  she’s  seen  and  the  friends  she’s  lost.    ❝    i  know.    ❞   her  voice  is  a  whisper,  almost  childlike. 

“   so   .   .   .   this   is   you   too.   ”    another   photo   to   add   to   his   collage   ——   admittedly,   atticus   still   didn’t   understand   how   @sunwove​   was   able   to   do   it   ——   all   that   he   knew   was   she   was,   and   he   had   the   proof.   old   photographs,   paintings,   even   .   .   .   how   remarkable!    “   when   did   you   learn   you   could   time   travel,   miss?   ”

BYRON KNEW THERE WAS NO PRESSURE FOR HIM TO FIND A WIFE. his family was secure in their fortune. the misfortune of this parent’s generation still lingered over their name like a cloud ready to pour. but even that could be spun as not being their fault. a riviraly born between two families due to the choices of love. promises broken. this is why byron had to do his best to make his family proud. they would not fall again unlike the egertons. a family that had finally brought itself back up from scandal to only come crashing down yet again. while the young man did pity the family, he did find some sort of solstice in them taking to the countryside. it was tiring trying to avoid the other family. the usually proper and charming man having to turn his nose and ignore whenever he made eye contact with anyone with the surname. with them gone he could greet all his neighbors with equal respect and positivity. 

despite the lack of pressure. and his cousins telling him to enjoy his youth as a young man, byron still found it important to come to attend the parties. his sister did not need a chaperone. she had their father. but an extra pair of eyes never hurt. and maybe one day fortune would smile upon him and he would find a match while he wasn’t even looking. 

and it seemed like the fates were in agreeance with him. while byron couldn’t help but find the whole mask charade to be a bit foolish he continued to lock eyes with a young woman across the room. he couldn’t make out who she was. not with the mask covering her features. but he found it difficult to care. he could only hope that her dance card wasn’t full as his feet grew a mind of their own as he started to make his way toward her. the moment of them meeting coming sooner than expected as the happy surprise of her making her way toward him as well. a moment that is temporarily halted by the pain shooting up his foot. he attempts a composed smile. pain on the edge of his voice. ❝ it is quite alright. I find I do not mind the discomfort now that I am in your company. though I do agree the masks are frivolous. ❞

astrid  can  almost  hear  her  mother’s  voice  in  her  mind.  flirt!  make  him  fall  in  love!  she  doesn’t  think  she’s  capable  of  such  a  thing.  if  she’s  going  to  fall  in  love,  she  doesn’t  want  it  to  be  through  charade  or  obligation.  she  wants  someone  who  loves  her  for  who  she  is,  not  the  pretty  smile  she  puts  on  or  the  sweet  words  she  forcefully  speaks.  her  might  be  desperate  to  rid  the  family  of  the  reputation  bestowed  upon  them  by  her  brother,  but  astrid’s  sure  she  can  hold  her  off  until  that  love  is  found.  after  all,  as  long  as  she  plays  the  part,  does  just  enough,  her  mother  will  never  be  the  wiser. 

the  smile  on  her  lips  is  dazzlingly  sincere.  perhaps  the  first  natural  smile  since  she  returned  to  london  from  the  country.  she’s  sure  she  does  not  know  this  man,  though  there  is  an  unknowing  familiarity  about  him.  it  makes  her  heart  beat  faster  and  cheeks  flush  pink.  suddenly,  she’s  glad  for  the  mask  that  covers  most  of  her  features.  only  her  lips  aren’t  obscured  by  the  decoration.  even  if  it  does  rub  against  her  cheeks  uncomfortably.     ❝    i  do  wonder  how  anyone  is  managing  to  dance  without  treading  on  each  others  toes.   ❞  

this  was  their  best  chance  of  coming  back  from  scandal,  or  so  her  mother  had  proclaimed  that  morning.  a  masked  ball.  it  seemed  silly  to  astrid.  could  a  mask  really  hide  one’s  facial  features  so?  but  now  she’s  surrounded  by  people  she  once  knew  and  not  able  to  recognise  any  of  them,  she  realises  maybe  it’s  not  so  silly  after  all.  or  perhaps  she’s  simply  been  away  from  the  ton  too  long.  gaze  flickers  from  the  unfamiliar  faces  around  her  to  the  dancing  couples  in  the  middle,  smiles  on  all  their  faces,  and  she  can’t  help  but  long  for  the  countryside.  no  curious  eyes  watching.  days  free  to  spend  as  she  pleased.  with  the  horses,  out  in  the  fields,  or  just  alone  with  a  book.  though  lady  egerton  was  never  going  to  let  them  hide  from  high  society  for  too  long. 

it’s  almost  as  if  her  thoughts  had  summoned  the  woman  in  question.  from  across  the  room  her  mother  catches  her  eye  and,  even  under  the  mask,  astrid  can  read  her  expression  perfectly.  and  so  she  curses  her  brother  for  leaving  in  this  situation,  though  she  would  never  tell  him  so  much.  she  doesn’t  dare  dampen  his  happiness,  not  knowing  how  incredibly  guilty  he  already  feels.  though  it’s  hard  not  to  be  slightest  bit  bitter.  xavier  got  to  run  away  for  love,  while  astrid  is  tasked  with  being  the  family  saviour. 

i haven't even gotten into how amazing of a writer you are. literally all the muses you right are complete perfection and i look forward to all our threads and plots. i love reading even the threads i'm not involved in too. you ARE the canon.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOUR OC. i'm still in awe and very very excited to see where you go with her or any other future OCs that be bubbling in your head.

but yeah in case you didn't know i love you tons