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Prompt 17b - Inquisitor
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saraisaTitle: Shadow Touch
Prompt: Inquisitor
Author: softmoonlight (on ao3); saraisa here
Rating: G
Characters: Reva Sevander, Trilla Suduri
Pairing: Reva Sevander/Trilla Suduri
Star Wars Media Property: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi: Fallen Order
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: Canonical character death
Summary: Even after she leaves everything behind, Reva is never truly alone.
Author Notes: This is my first time posting on Dreamwidth other than my placeholder on my account, so hopefully I did this correctly.
Beta: Just me
Read on AO3
On those worst nights when Reva wakes to the scent memory of smoking flesh and the screams of the dying, the ghost climbs into bed with her and holds her. She doesn’t know her true name, but their presences match, all anguish and rage held back by a single sputtering light. In the comparison, she recognizes someone who lived the same hell, but didn’t survive. Someone she once knew.
The embrace against her skin—almost real, but never quite—should be its own torment, but it’s not. The ghost is a person, but she is also the Force itself; relaxing into the feeling is a balm to her racing heart as she comes down from a nightmare.
And each time she moves somewhere else, always running, always hiding, the ghost eventually follows, and the fear that she won’t return is chased away all over again.
She doesn’t know why this is happening. She only knows the ghost is troubled and lonely like her, and that her existence is holding Reva’s own will together.
“Thank you,” she says into the dark, and in response, feels a chaste, phantom kiss against the nape of her neck and arms tightening around her stomach.
Prompt: Inquisitor
Author: softmoonlight (on ao3); saraisa here
Rating: G
Characters: Reva Sevander, Trilla Suduri
Pairing: Reva Sevander/Trilla Suduri
Star Wars Media Property: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi: Fallen Order
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: Canonical character death
Summary: Even after she leaves everything behind, Reva is never truly alone.
Author Notes: This is my first time posting on Dreamwidth other than my placeholder on my account, so hopefully I did this correctly.
Beta: Just me
Read on AO3
Read here
On those worst nights when Reva wakes to the scent memory of smoking flesh and the screams of the dying, the ghost climbs into bed with her and holds her. She doesn’t know her true name, but their presences match, all anguish and rage held back by a single sputtering light. In the comparison, she recognizes someone who lived the same hell, but didn’t survive. Someone she once knew.
The embrace against her skin—almost real, but never quite—should be its own torment, but it’s not. The ghost is a person, but she is also the Force itself; relaxing into the feeling is a balm to her racing heart as she comes down from a nightmare.
And each time she moves somewhere else, always running, always hiding, the ghost eventually follows, and the fear that she won’t return is chased away all over again.
She doesn’t know why this is happening. She only knows the ghost is troubled and lonely like her, and that her existence is holding Reva’s own will together.
“Thank you,” she says into the dark, and in response, feels a chaste, phantom kiss against the nape of her neck and arms tightening around her stomach.
