Shameless Shipping Post

[flightforfreedom]

 I WILL FIND AN APPROPRIATE PICTURE AND PUT IT HERE LATER

but for now this is a shipping post

give me a prompt or an image or just a blank tag and i'll make up the prompt i don't care let's sail this ship

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[dreadinquisitor]

It had been months.

It had also been years.

It was an ocean of memories that crashed upon him in towering waves. People and places he hadn't known a moment ago, but now did again, washing against drowning out the smell of candlewax and the sound of voices.

Cassandra, Leliana... Dorian-- there, but now gone. Again.

Replaced by a man in a uniform he recognizes but shouldn't. A man who sighs heavily and takes Maxwell by his remaining elbow to physically guide him.

"Come on, big guy. You've done this before." At the gate, he presses Maxwell upon him and adds a helpful, "You'll be fine," before leaving him alone in the fading afternoon light.

[flightforfreedom]

Maxwell has just been ported in.

It was BB-8 who gave him the helpful reminder, even though Poe had long since stopped hoping. His eyebrows shot up and he glanced over at the droid.

"What, really?" He asked, the excitement leaking into his tone. He pulled out his communicator a little too fast, fumbling with the buttons before managing to type into it.

Hey, this is Poe Dameron.

Whether you remember me or not - do you need a lift?

[dreadinquisitor]

There was as much a delay on Maxwell's end: jamming the folder into his armpit and then reaching, as had become habit already, for the slim chain around his neck before remembering--

The sending crystal wasn't the only thing capable of chirping at him here.

He drops the chain and digs into his pocket, exhaling heavily down at the device as it lights up under his touch. It was a damned thing, to know something and yet not at the same time.

Finally, he gets there, and pauses only a moment longer at the name that felt like a dream.

I remember you.

And I would appreciate it.

[flightforfreedom]

Relief flooded him and Poe actually sagged, using a minute to pull himself together.

Alright, hang tight. I'm on my way.

[dreadinquisitor]

He didn't send a reply, just let the communicator drop to his side as he looked away from its glowing face and up toward the darkening horizon.

When Poe arrived, that was where he'd still find him. Sat, now, on the curb, but his back stretched in the scraggly grass, his eyes closed against the sky that both did and did not make sense.