rose tico!
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Rose heard about Finn third-hand, technically, from Paige who heard it from Commander Dameron, who wouldn’t shut up about the handsome stormtrooper who saved him and then died, tragically, in the Jakku sand—only to miraculously reappear, unharmed and carrying the map to Luke Skywalker, with a Jedi and Han Solo in tow.
Like a holodrama hero, Rose had breathed, when Paige told her the winding story, and Paige had laughed, touching her forehead to Rose’s.
Yeah, I guess. If you like that sort of thing.
And now he’s in a coma! Rose said, too excited to lie there in her narrow bunk, clambering to her feet and striking a heroic pose. She and Paige had watched all the holodramas when they were younger—a pirated feed, the workers’ kids all gathered around a single staticky screen. Rose could remember almost all of them, the romos with their swooning heroines and the histories with their preening rebels, all perfectly-styled hair. And brave Finn, the stormtrooper, lies in wait for—
Maker, stop, Paige had groaned, grinning up at her to soften it. As though we need another posturing rebel-wannabe in this place!
Well, Rose thought when Finn the actual person was there, warm and smiling anxiously, trying to hide his pack, his twitching fingers, RUN written all over his body, with just his broad shoulders.
You should never meet your heroes.
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Rose heard about Finn third-hand, technically, from Paige who heard it from Commander Dameron, who wouldn’t shut up about the handsome stormtrooper who saved him and then died, tragically, in the Jakku sand—only to miraculously reappear, unharmed and carrying the map to Luke Skywalker, with a Jedi and Han Solo in tow.
Like a holodrama hero, Rose had breathed, when Paige told her the winding story, and Paige had laughed, touching her forehead to Rose’s.
Yeah, I guess. If you like that sort of thing.
And now he’s in a coma! Rose said, too excited to lie there in her narrow bunk, clambering to her feet and striking a heroic pose. She and Paige had watched all the holodramas when they were younger—a pirated feed, the workers’ kids all gathered around a single staticky screen. Rose could remember almost all of them, the romos with their swooning heroines and the histories with their preening rebels, all perfectly-styled hair. And brave Finn, the stormtrooper, lies in wait for—
Maker, stop, Paige had groaned, grinning up at her to soften it. As though we need another posturing rebel-wannabe in this place!
Well, Rose thought when Finn the actual person was there, warm and smiling anxiously, trying to hide his pack, his twitching fingers, RUN written all over his body, with just his broad shoulders.
You should never meet your heroes.
(Your picture was not posted)
