#howzyndulla

Haha, thank you so much! I like it too and am happy to talk about it, though I'll only be talking below about the first chapter, which is the original fic (as apposed to the addendum drabbles).

Link to Permissive Environment

 3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

This is tough! Not sure if it was playing in a different story ‘environment’ or working with totally new characters, but the prose in this one is some of my strongest, I think. I'll pick three lines:

Desert glass had nothing on the penetration of Eleni Syndulla’s eyes, Howzer decided, though it had bored through earth and sky.

Like the scent between his lekku under the midday sun, the shape of Cham’s cock was embedded in Howzer’s mind.

When it came time for drawdown, Howzer was determined to be on the last larty out of Lessu.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Eleni chuckled and tutted. “Don’t flatter him, Howzer — or any Rylman. It will go straight to his lek and make him dangerous.”

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I don’t normally write such detailed stories for new ships on the back of an unexpected prompt. How quickly this fic flowed out really impressed me. I remember needing a good project at the time and immersing myself in the worldbuilding — watching obscure videos on mosaics and Greco-Roman architecture and ancient cosmetics and and and (you get the idea) — brought maximum escapism. 

It’s also dear to me for the hotwifing element … my favorite kink and one I should write more of. 

7: Where did the title come from?

The DOD Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms (Jan, 2021) :p

permissive environment — Operational environment in which host nation military and law enforcement agencies have control, as well as the intent and capability to assist operations that a unit intends to conduct.

Obviously, there’s a double-meaning in there about the Syndullas as very permissive hosts; but the fic was just as much about what might have brought Howzer's unit to Ryloth and what the aftermath of a successful GAR operation on friendly soil would have looked like. So, the military pun.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

It’s a well-textured story, studded with detail and sensory notes. If that reads like a wine bottle label, well this is one of the few fics I like better with age :p

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

The soundtrack to Black Hawk Down — the instrumentation and often plaintive melodies work for the vibe — and "Gortoz a Ran" especially, which is weirdly perfect because it’s a song in Breton about waiting for a storm. Given the whole twi’leks-as-space!French-Resistance thing, it was easy to imagine the song belonging to twi’leks who speak an ancient tongue that's quite different from modern Ryl.

And also Oh What A Mess I’m In by Hayden Calnin 

I know this might seem a little less alright / But here I find a little place to hide / Oh, what a mess I'm in

Thanks for the ask!