#jedinct

                    oh, how she missed this.   galvanized by the oft alternating victory between the teams and a home game, the air in xcel energy center was indeed electric.   and no better seats could be had than theirs up against the glass, thanks to joseph, except if she had been seated directly opposite beside the wild’s bench.   yet, this was all the better for the maple leafs to hear joseph and lillian’s chirping.   still ever so slightly jet-lagged, she remained content to simply cheer, nursing her coke with its blessed caffeine until the other woman leaned across her boyfriend.     ❝  come on, margot, you haven’t said a thing!  give them something... you!  ❞

                    drawing in as deep of a breath as she could, margaret cupped her hands around her mouth and,   ❝  you take that ice, boys!   take it like montgomery took montreal in seventeen-seventy-five!  ❞     oh, it was awful, but it was perfect, friends’ laughter piercing her ears even above the boisterous crowd.   it was good to be home.

" 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. " [ @jedinct ]

                    swallowing against the lump forming within her throat felt practically impossible, as if the mere attempt would lead to her choking, the constriction too painful and swollen to pass.   fear and anger and that sort of half grief which came from knowing that you may never see someone again saturated burning lungs.   drowning, she was drowning… and he wasn’t even dead.

                   not yet.

                   it’s almost the report the family of every being in this horrific, terrible, avoidable war dreads to hear — achingly, awfully almost — and delivered by a stunned father an entire half of the galaxy away.   no, it was worse.   the republic navy lost her little baby brother with no explanation of why or where or how, just that the pilot had been placed upon the list.   missing, somewhere on a million worlds, across a billion parsecs, just gone.