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nexus_sages2016-03-29 06:55 am
twelve_not_fourteen) wrote in nexus_sages2016-03-29 06:55 am
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The best part of luck is that it will change ...
'It's nice to have things going right for a change, isn't it?'
Fourtity came in peeks and waves for him. Now and always. Bad fortune was always sure to come. Knocking him down, often, and dragging him under waters that seemed far to cold for any one man to withstand. Tides so strong he had to wonder how he could possibly manage to find his footing again and stand; while the sea threatens to swallow him up. The crash, again and again - eroding earth into sand.
As surely as the cruel tide of misfortune comes, however, so too does the gentle peace of fortune. A time to sink his feet into the sand and catch his breath again. Soaking up the light of the sun as it's rays reach all the way in. When they finally get in, the beams stoke something inside of Han that is powerful. Something that is easy for him forget about when he's been so busy trying to keep his head above angry water.
Your peace, Han Solo, comes in the form of a plan finally coming together.
It makes him smile in a way he just can't help. The Captain walks through the Nexus and even the sounds of his boots striking the ground seem different, today than they did days ago. The steps lengthened. His footfalls lighter.
This morning, if you should find yourself out and about, you'll find Han in the parklands of all places. He is nursing black coffee from a tall paper cup.
Fourtity came in peeks and waves for him. Now and always. Bad fortune was always sure to come. Knocking him down, often, and dragging him under waters that seemed far to cold for any one man to withstand. Tides so strong he had to wonder how he could possibly manage to find his footing again and stand; while the sea threatens to swallow him up. The crash, again and again - eroding earth into sand.
As surely as the cruel tide of misfortune comes, however, so too does the gentle peace of fortune. A time to sink his feet into the sand and catch his breath again. Soaking up the light of the sun as it's rays reach all the way in. When they finally get in, the beams stoke something inside of Han that is powerful. Something that is easy for him forget about when he's been so busy trying to keep his head above angry water.
Your peace, Han Solo, comes in the form of a plan finally coming together.
It makes him smile in a way he just can't help. The Captain walks through the Nexus and even the sounds of his boots striking the ground seem different, today than they did days ago. The steps lengthened. His footfalls lighter.
This morning, if you should find yourself out and about, you'll find Han in the parklands of all places. He is nursing black coffee from a tall paper cup.
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Han murmurs with a shrug. It's that ninja he seems to have acquired again. Did they even exchange names last time? Maybe, they did and it didn't stick, rare that Han forgets a name after an introduction, but not impossible. It's not as if he'd been trying to make a friend when they crossed paths ...
"No." The Captain shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink. "I've been stuck here for about a month or so. Haven't been able to leave."