"So you're an alien?" Kirk raises an eyebrow as he raises his drink; ten fingers, two boots, and an antique laser-gun hanging crudely from his belt.
The man looks less like an alien than some mis-placed western extra; even spock, at least, had some variation from human anatomy; nearly every creature in this so-called hive of scum and villainy has at least some unique features - with the exception of this fellow.
"Hey, if you're not impressed with me, you ought to see my co-pilot," the man says, finishing his drink neatly, then: "Now, you want a ride, or you just in the Cantina to gawk?"
I'm guessing you meant to leave this on the other prompt I left, but anyway! This is a great interaction. I love Kirk's contempt for Han's outfit and the swagger of his response.
As she placed her hands on Peter's shoulders, ready to walk through the Door, Susan felt a sense of calm settle on her like the silken mantles that once draped across her own shoulders. The first time they left Narnia it was completely unexpected but this time, there was warning enough and the Lion declared that she and her older brother would never return.
So with the High King's steady presence before her and King Edmund's reassuring hold from behind, Queen Susan of Narnia took one step toward the Door and then another, choosing to not look back at what she knew was lost to her forever.
I might have guessed you'd fill this prompt! I always love your Narnia stories, the adventure and the inevitability in them, and wow Susan letting this be her own choice as much as she can manage so it's easier. Perfect <3
Thinking of the past these days, she's found, is like coming back to the rooms and secret hiding places of her childhood to see them smaller and plainer, ordinary, covered over in dust. If there had been secret worlds here once, they are here no longer; there's no walking back along the same path, and she wouldn't come to the same place if she tried - but there are other other paths out there, other secrets, and if her childhood home is small, the universe that contains it is big.
She's half a century old when they launch the Voyager probe, and when she hears news she stands outside with a cup of tea steaming in her hands, thinking about that bright trajectory and marveling at the distance between where it is and where it's going; further up and further out, she thinks, and if it feels like an old weight falls from her shoulders, it never occurs to her to wonder why.
wow, what a beautiful way to describe Susan's view of her past. It's so sad, but then gets progressively more hopeful, and the weight that falls off her shoulders and not being able to look at the reasons directly, wow. so good.
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The man looks less like an alien than some mis-placed western extra; even spock, at least, had some variation from human anatomy; nearly every creature in this so-called hive of scum and villainy has at least some unique features - with the exception of this fellow.
"Hey, if you're not impressed with me, you ought to see my co-pilot," the man says, finishing his drink neatly, then: "Now, you want a ride, or you just in the Cantina to gawk?"
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So with the High King's steady presence before her and King Edmund's reassuring hold from behind, Queen Susan of Narnia took one step toward the Door and then another, choosing to not look back at what she knew was lost to her forever.
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She's half a century old when they launch the Voyager probe, and when she hears news she stands outside with a cup of tea steaming in her hands, thinking about that bright trajectory and marveling at the distance between where it is and where it's going; further up and further out, she thinks, and if it feels like an old weight falls from her shoulders, it never occurs to her to wonder why.
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