“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNIN!”
Lin roared. His arms spread. His back arched. Convulsing.
Lin is Lem’s friend. But she’s stuck. Helpless. Struggling.
Just watching Lin. Just listening to him. Sympathetic.
Empathetic. Yet his power is…immense…at its peak.
He slumped over, found his friend standing right beside him yet again, he’s out of breath, but maybe a glass of lemonade would keep him fresh, yes, maybe a breath of Leh’Min’Ayd will help him breathe.
He extended a hand.
She extended a hand.
There two kids stand.
Present. Future. Past.
Skin touches skin. His is white. Hers is violet. He has brown hair. She has purple white lekku. The boy. The girl. Two become one. One voice in the world.
“We shall…Lin…”
My friend, she might have said, as her fingers fill the spaces between his, gently, yet firmly.
But, in that moment, and like time that’s fluid, it might have been a lie, even if she forgets.
Because, in the end, Lin Queonkri, Quin Leonkri, was already more than this girl’s friend.
He was her companion, partner, Jedi ally. My Lin…don’t forget me…please…remember....
So the song ends.
A new song begins.
A song so long on Sonos.
Is endless, yes, it’s never lost.
@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri / @Lin Queonkri)
[END THREAD]
“LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNIN!”
Lin roared. His arms spread. His back arched. Convulsing.
Lin is Lem’s friend. But she’s stuck. Helpless. Struggling.
Just watching Lin. Just listening to him. Sympathetic.
Empathetic. Yet his power is…immense…at its peak.
He slumped over, found his friend standing right beside him yet again, he’s out of breath, but maybe a glass of lemonade would keep him fresh, yes, maybe a breath of Leh’Min’Ayd will help him breathe.
He extended a hand.
She extended a hand.
There two kids stand.
Present. Future. Past.
Skin touches skin. His is white. Hers is violet. He has brown hair. She has purple white lekku. The boy. The girl. Two become one. One voice in the world.
“We shall…Lin…”
My friend, she might have said, as her fingers fill the spaces between his, gently, yet firmly.
But, in that moment, and like time that’s fluid, it might have been a lie, even if she forgets.
Because, in the end, Lin Queonkri, Quin Leonkri, was already more than this girl’s friend.
He was her companion, partner, Jedi ally. My Lin…don’t forget me…please…remember....
So the song ends.
A new song begins.
A song so long on Sonos.
Is endless, yes, it’s never lost.
@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri / @Lin Queonkri)
[END THREAD]