#csrewriteathon

Here you go, lovely. Thank you for your patience <3.

This chapter -- more than anything else perhaps -- goes out to the Captain Swan fandom. It goes out to the people who left, the people who linger at the edges, to the people still deep in the creative world and those who only ever lurked. To the Rewriteathon team, the Big Bang Team, the CSSNS crew -- everyone. 

It goes out to Phira, to Kate, to Alana and Becky and Fran and Casey, to Devon and Devvie and Saira and B. To Alma and Monica, Mandy and Svenja, Ro and Shea. To Julia and Tessa and everyone who ever chilled in the Hub no matter how briefly. To everyone who I squealed with, and everyone I ever had a stand up row with. To con friends, to lifelong friends. To the Captain Charming Trashcan of ultimate perfection and to those who found us deeply odd.

It’s for Katie, for everything, always. 

For Chinx, for saving my life with a prompt and who is the kindest heart I ever met.

I don’t know when or if I’ll write for Captain Swan again, but you guys -- all you guys -- you made me a better writer. Thank you.

Now, here’s an ending. <3.

Just Like Heaven [8/8]

Death stinks of antiseptic and bile and what little he can see is blurry, cold and grey. This neverland world populated by shadowy figures without faces who stutter into existence before fading away into the fog beyond.

He isn’t frightened though.

There’s a warm hand on his cheek and a soft breeze against his forehead, and it’s all right. It’s all right.

There’s a bright light above him, blotting out the faceless men and the darkness prickling at the corners of his vision. That’s all right, too. He’s ready, now.

He lets the light guide him home.

Except it needs a new title.