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Chirrut Imwe ([personal profile] idontneedluck) wrote2017-04-04 06:54 pm

What is a life?

The night is beautiful in the courtyard of the Temple of the Kyber. Summer on Jedha isn't exactly a tropical paradise, but the air is crisp instead of bone-chilling, which is an improvement. Braziers burn in the courtyard, the scent of burning herbs perfuming the air.

Chirrut Imwe sits meditating on one of the benches usually meant for temple visitors during daylight hours. It seemed much more pleasant to do so out here after his evening chores, than to stay inside where he'll be cooped all winter anyway.
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-04-05 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Baze encircles his friend in Baze's large, powerful arms, embracing him--and effectively pinning him. "Yes," Baze says, rubbing Chirrut's back. "They did kill, and they planned to kill again. We shall have a pyre. For all of them. There has been too many deaths here."
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze blinking (if you say so)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-04-05 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Baze sighs and releases him. "I don't want you to have to kill," the larger Guardian murmurs, feeling very, very old. "But you can serve me if you wish. I am awfully thirsty."
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze blinking (if you say so)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-04-06 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Baze has never enjoyed being fussed over--he prefers to be the one doing the fussing--but he recognizes that Chirrut needs this, for whatever reason. The bigger Guardian shifts in the bed, barely sitting up so that he can greedily suck down the water Chirrut brings. "No, thank you," Baze says, yawning. "Unless you're hungry, you don't need to find food. I'm rather tired, still. Sit with me?"
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-04-06 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Baze takes Chirrut's hand, squeezing it. "Take mine," he says, closing his eyes. The bacta did good work on his lung; his breathing is hardly impaired at all. The wounds' aches pull on him, but not enough to prevent him from slipping away into darkness.