i should have my writing privileges revoked when it’s this late at night
AGH WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF
(PS: yes, this is Lyla; slightly different universe in my head. Celchu baby order is: Arya, Auren, Kalle, Lyla, Leanne, Brynley, Nastia.)
COMING. BE READY. TAKE LITTLE BIT TO SAFE POINT. GET OUT AND MEET AT SCHEDULE.
My heart leaps into my throat. I look at Brynley, only fourteen, but about to be forced to grow up much too quickly, just as I was. “Get Nastia’s bug out bag. It’s time.”
I pick Nastia up from her nap, wrapping her in her blanket and just carrying her, praying to the powers that be that she will stay asleep long enough for Iella to get her to safety. We meet no problems, and I watch as Iella and Nastia (hidden in a smuggling hold) slip out with Myri and Auren.
We’re nearly to the meeting place when Brynley’s blood-curdling scream spins me around.
I barely duck the lightsaber slash aimed at taking off my head, and bring my booted foot into the Sith’s thigh. He groans, and the hesitation gives me the split second I need to reach for, activate, and drive home my lightsaber.
Brynley is leaning against the wall, her lips blue but slick with blood, her eyes reddened. A glass parang protrudes from her stomach, and my entire galaxy shatters.
“No,” I whisper. “Not again. NOT AGAIN!”
But Brynley’s hands are cold, and her eyes are unseeing, and there’s no breath in or out of her lungs.
My shields shatter, and all I can do is pull my sister into my lap, screaming and crying.
I failed you, Brynley. I swore to protect you. I failed you. I failed you. I failed you.
if u hate christmas spirit u can jingle the fuck out of my life
Reblog If You Can Take Off Your Bra Without Taking Your Shirt Off.
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”