Chapter 6: Dear Someone
Apr. 27th, 2016 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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bomberqueen17:
Finn laughed, blindingly delighted, and kissed him again, which was fucking ruthless of him, like a bombing run straight across the surface of Poe’s brain, and there was that breathless long moment of frozen stillness and then everything just lit up, washed out all the sensors, fucking obliterated the terrain and left Poe blind and steering on instinct, like you do, you just have to keep moving or the explosion obliterates you too, and as it is the shockwave’s gonna catch you, you’ve got to try to be pointed in a direction so it pushes you away and keeps you moving instead of tumbling you down and taking you out.
Chapter 6 of Home Out In The Wind: the longest chapter to date, perhaps the sweetest, though what does it say that my sexual metaphors are all flashbacks to a disastrous bombing run? The story earns its Explicit rating, finally. Sort of. Warning for excessive metaphors.
There’s also some BB-8 cuteness and a meddling Leia.
And a discussion about the parameters of non-con, but no non-con actually comes up. (It’s unsurprising that Finn’s parameters for this are… somewhat different.)
The hardest part of this chapter was finding a title. I don’t know any happy folk songs. Happy’s too strong a word. So you get Gillian Welch, off Time’s The Revelator, which was the first album of hers I heard: Dear Someone.
It even has a line about stars, which is my cheesy favorite thing for this story.
Stay, little star, steady and bright to guide me afar.
self-reblog because nobody is awake at 7am eastern time or maybe they are!!!
bomberqueen17:
Finn laughed, blindingly delighted, and kissed him again, which was fucking ruthless of him, like a bombing run straight across the surface of Poe’s brain, and there was that breathless long moment of frozen stillness and then everything just lit up, washed out all the sensors, fucking obliterated the terrain and left Poe blind and steering on instinct, like you do, you just have to keep moving or the explosion obliterates you too, and as it is the shockwave’s gonna catch you, you’ve got to try to be pointed in a direction so it pushes you away and keeps you moving instead of tumbling you down and taking you out.
Chapter 6 of Home Out In The Wind: the longest chapter to date, perhaps the sweetest, though what does it say that my sexual metaphors are all flashbacks to a disastrous bombing run? The story earns its Explicit rating, finally. Sort of. Warning for excessive metaphors.
There’s also some BB-8 cuteness and a meddling Leia.
And a discussion about the parameters of non-con, but no non-con actually comes up. (It’s unsurprising that Finn’s parameters for this are… somewhat different.)
The hardest part of this chapter was finding a title. I don’t know any happy folk songs. Happy’s too strong a word. So you get Gillian Welch, off Time’s The Revelator, which was the first album of hers I heard: Dear Someone.
It even has a line about stars, which is my cheesy favorite thing for this story.
Stay, little star, steady and bright to guide me afar.
self-reblog because nobody is awake at 7am eastern time or maybe they are!!!
