Through the Living Hope

SPARK YES

Saw this in a meme so it's not original nor something I heard in person but Technically Tarkin reduced the crime rate on Alderaan to zero.

I was lying in bed last night when I started thinking about my grandma. I started getting lines to a poem, so I got out my notebook and wrote them down. The wound has long since healed, but a scar remains, and last night it was particularly enflamed and it hit me like a train. And I cried for half an hour after writing this and just thinking about her so... read at your own risk. And the context may be even more so. To Lorraine For context:

She pulled away. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I just-“ Her voice quieted. “He got so scared. I knew Tal had to do bad things, but…” She leaned into him.

She kept walking. She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

My oh my I have a history of liking a lot of villains But Oh my gosh I don’t write a lot of them The series I like villains in aren’t told from there perspective (or if they are it’s like 2% at most of the tome I’ve written one villain and she doesn’t kill But this was sick

Her eyebrows scrunched as he left. “Pete,” she said, “I didn’t lie about where we were from. But I didn’t tell the whole truth either.” She explained how they were from different worlds where magic wasn’t evil, and they’d met Tal somewhere his magic couldn’t find him for a long time. But then it did, and they wanted to find a way to get rid of the parasite. She paused. “Do with this what you will. But it’s the truth. Thank you for your hospitality, short-lived as it was.” Aventine stood there for a couple of seconds, then slowly began to walk away.

Tal’s World As soon as she got there, she extinguished the pewter. The nausea remained, but lesser than before. She deliberately made her voice sound non-aggressive. “What happened?”

“Wai-“ She cursed, burned pewter, and chased after him. She didn’t know that you were supposed to burn away all metals before you slept, so she immediately felt nauseated. Choking back bile, she yelled, “Pete!”

She watched him run up. She rose to her feet. “We won’t stay. But before we go…” She met Pete’s eyes. “Does the name Tal’in mean anything to you?”

She blinked and stared at him, worry evident in her eyes. Pete couldn’t tell if it was genuine or fake, and honestly… neither could she.

Yet Another Daniel Thrasher Sketch Pic: *walks into room happily* Elan: Well, look at you! JM: Wow! Pic: Yeah, yeah. JM: Did you have a good date last night? Pic: I. Did! Elan: You sure did! You done spooked me with your effervescence Pic: Yeah, I did Elan: Upon entering my domicile Pic: Yeah JM: That's great! You're happy, we're all happy. You know, let's all clap our hands. *JM and Elan start clapping* Pic: Ah, stop it. JM: No, clap your hands, come on Pic: No, I don't wanna clap Elan: Clap your hands, Pic JM: Slap your little fleshy tarantulas together! Pic: I'm really good, thanks Elan: Come onnn! JM: Clap your hands, man. Clap your hands, man! What are you waiting for? Elan: What, are you not gonna clap your hands?! Pic: *grinning* Elan: You're just gonna stand there and you're gonna be happy and you're not gonna clap your hands?! Pic: Clapping is a young man's game. Elan: Go- CLAP YOUR HANDS! Pic: I don't need to clap. JM: CLAPPEM Pic: For the joy lives within my heart. JM: CLAPPEMRIGHNOW Elan: Just clap your hands, man! JM: *blubbering* Pic: Sometimes you must be happy and know it and not clap your hands Elan: Are you happy? Pic: Yes JM: Do you know it? Pic: Yeah Elan: THEN CLAP YOUR *beep*ING HANDS! What's wrong with you?! JM: ELESLIESFISND Elan: Will you stop? JM: EIOSNEFOWIENF Pic: Alright! Alright already, geez! *puts hands close to each other but doesn't quite clap* JM and Elan: *staring* Pic: *hands look like they're being magnetically repelled* JM: *leans forward in chair* Elan: *cocks head* *Pic's hands are very close together* Pic: *pulls hands apart* Kinda don't want to. Elan: I'm gonna beat your (donkey). *violently stands up* Pic: Oh my gosh! *runs to kitchen* What are you doing?! Elan: *throwing things* I'm throwing things!" Pic: Why empty water bottles?! JM: *gets out phone and starts recording* Elan: Cause I don't wanna break anything! JM: CLAP YO HANDS BOI! Elan: Why are you saying it like that?! Pic: That's it! I'm calling the police. *dials* Elan, quietly: Are you filming this right now? Addison, the 911 operator: 911, what's your emergency? Pic: Yes, am being terrorized by my roommates because I'm not clapping my hands. Addison: Are you happy? Pic: ...what? Addison: Are you happy and you know it? Pic: ... I suppose I am. Addison: Put me on speaker. *beep* Can the alleged perpetrators hear me? JM: Loud and clear! Elan: Yeah, that's us. Addison: Good! ...Beat his (donkey). Pic: *runs away* JM and Elan: *giving chase* The Narrator: What happened next, you ask. Well, we didn't see much of Pic after that day. Some folks say he packed up and headed west. Others say he was killed right then and there. That's what the police report said, anyway. But legend has it, if you go out to the woods on a clear summer's night and you really listen, you can still hear the sound of Pic not clapping his *beep*ing hands like a little baby.

Yeah I self medicate On cherry Halls. *slo-mo moonwalks out of the room (at least tries to, I don't know how to moonwalk)*

“Yeah. We don’t want to cheat Pete out of our agreement.” @Cash67

“I could get us out, in theory. But I wouldn’t be able to transport us again for another two days.”

Heehee thank you!

Invisibly, the narrator whispered to Elan, "Tal had burnt down two floors of the clinic upon losing control of his magic. Elan was shocked to have learned this.

"That's not what I was thinking, but that too." She cocked her head slightly. "We've been going about this all wrong. We won't find out anything here, but if we were to reveal what powers we possess..."

"Pic-" She eyed him with concern before looking back to the flowerbed. "Tal went to a city when he was found out..." she whispered, too quiet for anyone else to hear.

"Careful," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "Someone could show up at any time."