Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)
Close is worse than nothing.
David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
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!
Diana and Steve at the inn.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.