The Quiet [Prompt 013B: Blaster]
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starwars100Title: The Quiet
Prompt: Blaster
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: G
Characters: Din Djarin
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: The Mandalorian
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: Din cleans his rifle and contemplates.
Author Notes: Sort of a companion piece to Weight Of A Weapon, in the sense that it's pretty much Din, Anxiety, and Weapons 2: Electric Boogaloo.
Quiet moments of contemplation are becoming an increasingly rare commodity in Din’s life. The kid hardly ever sleeps through the night, and their days are far from calm.
Peace, no matter how fleeting, is something to be treasured, and he tends to do so in the same way he always has— weapons care. He knows his arsenal inside and out; the process is far more meditative than one would think.
Especially when it comes to his rifle. It's a beautiful puzzle, one he’s completed so many times he could do it in his sleep. Taking it apart and putting it back together is often one of the only things that can make the worry buzzing in his skull—What if I can’t keep him safe? What if I can’t bring him back to his people? What if I fail him?—go quiet.
It’s a process he knows inside and out, but it’s not an automatic one, and devoting all his focus to it makes the world go still.
There’s nothing but the weapon in his hands, the gentle thrum of the Crest’s engines, and the quiet.
So why can’t he shake the feeling that something is about to go terribly wrong?
Prompt: Blaster
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: G
Characters: Din Djarin
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: The Mandalorian
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: Din cleans his rifle and contemplates.
Author Notes: Sort of a companion piece to Weight Of A Weapon, in the sense that it's pretty much Din, Anxiety, and Weapons 2: Electric Boogaloo.
Quiet moments of contemplation are becoming an increasingly rare commodity in Din’s life. The kid hardly ever sleeps through the night, and their days are far from calm.
Peace, no matter how fleeting, is something to be treasured, and he tends to do so in the same way he always has— weapons care. He knows his arsenal inside and out; the process is far more meditative than one would think.
Especially when it comes to his rifle. It's a beautiful puzzle, one he’s completed so many times he could do it in his sleep. Taking it apart and putting it back together is often one of the only things that can make the worry buzzing in his skull—What if I can’t keep him safe? What if I can’t bring him back to his people? What if I fail him?—go quiet.
It’s a process he knows inside and out, but it’s not an automatic one, and devoting all his focus to it makes the world go still.
There’s nothing but the weapon in his hands, the gentle thrum of the Crest’s engines, and the quiet.
So why can’t he shake the feeling that something is about to go terribly wrong?
