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A Home Out In The Wind is now complete, with today’s posting of Chapter 9: With One Star Awake.
The sequel will get a name and start being posted either tonight or tomorrow depending on how well I do at coming up with a title.
Poe leaned in the doorway of the classroom, waiting for a chance to interrupt gracefully. He was supposed to have been long gone on his errand, but he’d been all the way through his preflight checks and then some by the time he’d realized that he’d never gotten a new respirator clip– neither the new one from Finn, nor his good spare one from Pava. He wasn’t going looking for anything in the quartermaster’s territory again, he’d learned that lesson well, so Pava it was.
She wasn’t anywhere he’d expected, and he’d wasted a ton of time chasing her around, and finally he’d realized literally everybody was in the big classroom, even some of the mechanics who had no business being away from the hangar where there were always a lot of things waiting to be fixed.
The room was dark, though, and clearly the students were all gathered to watch a holo or something. He could see Pava, she was leaning against the far wall, and she had her flight harness on including the damn clip he needed, but he’d have to step on about five people to get there– the room was really packed.
Gritting his teeth, he waited for the flourish of music as the opening title rolled to die down so she’d hear him if he called out to her.
The title screen was greeted with some hooting and whistling, and he frowned; that didn’t sound educational. He leaned in the doorway to see what the hell they were watching, and was startled to see his own figure, life-sized, static and resigned-looking– it wasn’t an official portrait, he’d sat for plenty of those, this one was– oh come on, it was when he’d come back from that stupid mission with the stupid Mynocks, and somebody’d clearly gotten a photo right after he’d taken his helmet off and he looked like he was posing like a cheesy action-movie holo star, hair tousled and jaw clenched and eyes a little squinted, but really he’d been fighting off a fucking migraine. Really?
And the title scrolled: “ Dealing With Your Inevitable Crush on Poe Dameron .”
What.
(Chapter warnings include un-negotiated mild kink, embarrassment squick, and alcohol consumption.)
A Home Out In The Wind is now complete, with today’s posting of Chapter 9: With One Star Awake.
The sequel will get a name and start being posted either tonight or tomorrow depending on how well I do at coming up with a title.
Poe leaned in the doorway of the classroom, waiting for a chance to interrupt gracefully. He was supposed to have been long gone on his errand, but he’d been all the way through his preflight checks and then some by the time he’d realized that he’d never gotten a new respirator clip– neither the new one from Finn, nor his good spare one from Pava. He wasn’t going looking for anything in the quartermaster’s territory again, he’d learned that lesson well, so Pava it was.
She wasn’t anywhere he’d expected, and he’d wasted a ton of time chasing her around, and finally he’d realized literally everybody was in the big classroom, even some of the mechanics who had no business being away from the hangar where there were always a lot of things waiting to be fixed.
The room was dark, though, and clearly the students were all gathered to watch a holo or something. He could see Pava, she was leaning against the far wall, and she had her flight harness on including the damn clip he needed, but he’d have to step on about five people to get there– the room was really packed.
Gritting his teeth, he waited for the flourish of music as the opening title rolled to die down so she’d hear him if he called out to her.
The title screen was greeted with some hooting and whistling, and he frowned; that didn’t sound educational. He leaned in the doorway to see what the hell they were watching, and was startled to see his own figure, life-sized, static and resigned-looking– it wasn’t an official portrait, he’d sat for plenty of those, this one was– oh come on, it was when he’d come back from that stupid mission with the stupid Mynocks, and somebody’d clearly gotten a photo right after he’d taken his helmet off and he looked like he was posing like a cheesy action-movie holo star, hair tousled and jaw clenched and eyes a little squinted, but really he’d been fighting off a fucking migraine. Really?
And the title scrolled: “ Dealing With Your Inevitable Crush on Poe Dameron .”
What.
(Chapter warnings include un-negotiated mild kink, embarrassment squick, and alcohol consumption.)
