A little breaking-and-entering never hurt nobody, right? Especially if they're rich pirates who deserve it.
(For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort!)
Andy creates a wormhole, Patrick from the past shows up, shenanigans ensue.
When the time comes to transfer a golden core to Jiang Cheng a different choice is made.
“Do you understand what this means? For me?” he asks, eyes flicking back and forth as he searches her face. “And you approve?”
She smiles as she reaches out and cups his chin. “Our XianXian is very brave,” Jiang Yanli says, not quite answering his question yet. “I knew you would find a way to save him but you cannot make this sacrifice.”
He shakes his head…
When the time comes to transfer a golden core to Jiang Cheng a different choice is made.
“Do you understand what this means? For me?” he asks, eyes flicking back and forth as he searches her face. “And you approve?”
She smiles as she reaches out and cups his chin. “Our XianXian is very brave,” Jiang Yanli says, not quite answering his question yet. “I knew you would find a way to save him but you cannot make this sacrifice.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no one else,” Wei Wuxian says, tears already forming in his eyes. “I promised I’d look after him.”
“You cannot look after him if you don’t have a core,” Jiang Yanli says, gently. “But I’m not doing much with mine.”
Janet is there for the trial, and afterward.
He Xuan had been ready to leave the desert well before Shi Qingxuan had finished her little investigation. It wasn’t the sun, or the sand, though both were unpleasant, but Crimson Rain’s stupid voice on the private communication array: « Oh, sorry, are we walking in on something? If I knew there was a dress code I would have gotten done up. » And if it wasn’t that, it was the tinkling of jewelry in Shi Qingxuan’s hair as she moved, or the meaningless asides that were disorienting in…
He Xuan had been ready to leave the desert well before Shi Qingxuan had finished her little investigation. It wasn’t the sun, or the sand, though both were unpleasant, but Crimson Rain’s stupid voice on the private communication array: « Oh, sorry, are we walking in on something? If I knew there was a dress code I would have gotten done up. » And if it wasn’t that, it was the tinkling of jewelry in Shi Qingxuan’s hair as she moved, or the meaningless asides that were disorienting in the scale of their inanity: “Isn’t this fun? I love having fun with you.”
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He was so tall. Conor mostly forgot that, somehow. Dumo was the first of the Wilkes-Barre guys to make it to the show, but he was still one of them, an equal - until now, as Conor surveyed the terrain and felt pretty damned unequal.
Dumo met Conor’s eyes. His cheeks were apple-red. “Please?” Dumo said, as though even now Conor might leave him hanging.
Kendall might be in their father's pocket, but that's not always such a bad thing.
It's 2006, but just barely. Overall, 2005 was a relatively shit year, but this one is looking even worse. It's also looking like Dean's last.
He's letting him in. He'll use this like he's used every scrap of information Andrew has given him. This is a mistake.
(Fletcher walks him home from the jazz club. Andrew invites him in, to talk.)