#bellreath

me? actively writing star wars fic? yeah

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Reath Silas was not brooding. No, as he sat on the creaky porch of the old house and stared at the mountains in the distance, he was in fact thinking of nothing at all. Reath didn’t think you could count that as brooding, no matter what Bell said.

The screen door slammed behind him, and the porch creaked louder as Bell walked over and then sat down next to him. He held two cups and set one down next to Reath.

“What’s that?” Reath asked, keeping his eyes trained on the horizon.

“Fruit punch. Thought you’d want some while you’re out here brooding.”

“I’m not brooding,” Reath said. “It’s nice out. About to rain. I’m getting fresh air.”

“Uh huh.” Bell said, unconvinced. “Well, you’re right. It’s not bad out. Consider the fruit punch celebratory, then.”