For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.
This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!
Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)
Diana and Steve at the inn.
do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both
Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.
In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.
At the end of the day, you've just got to say
It's all right