will_you_be_my_cornsalad?

@jedijune // Life, Death, and The Force

hera sitting with zeb and coaxing him to tell her stories about lasan

hera sitting with sabine and coaxing her to tell her stories about mandalore

hera sitting with ezra and coaxing him to tell her stories about his parents

hera sitting with rex and coaxing him to tell her stories about his brothers

but eventually there comes the day when she thinks she can handle it, and she unlocks the door and everything is as he left it. neat, sparse. (half his clothes are in her cabin, and those drawers have also stayed firmly locked). the bed is mostly made, but he missed tucking in one corner of the sheets. there's the mural of the lothal jedi temple he let sabine paint. the broken remains of his jedi holocron she knows are resting in the top drawer of his dresser. one of her shirts is on the floor by the bed. above all, it still smells like him. it's grown fainter, but the scent lingers. and it's all these little bits of him, still here, just as he left it, that bring all of her grief flooding forth. and she sinks to the floor and cries and cries in a way she hasn't allowed herself to do yet.

After all that time, he’s finally home.