Queen of Infinite Space

alexseanchai

Time works funny sometimes. The sepulcher stands, so he must have done the deed, but he hasn’t done it yet. One moment he was riding the strangely silent elevator to retrieve the mask and crown of Samot and the next he was already wearing it and walking out the door for this wake. First he will pay his respects to the one who lies sleeping in his tomb, then he will go back to put him there. He takes one immutable step and then another, and *oh*, how his body remembers this dance! He can feel how the heat curled the air in the workplace of the Artificer Divine, and he hears the shouts of those who would turn him from his task and those who would stop the first from stopping him. What he does now will determine what he did. And then –

And from my Star Wars WIP:

Luke wants to complain because none of this makes sense, but he knows he's only a student, so he'll give it a try. Behind the fogged plastic of the mask he closes his eyes to add another layer of darkness, one that feels natural, and then he is startled to feel a hand around his. But it's not a threat and feels like a loved one lost or long-forgotten. The next three shots come nowhere near him, as he anticipates where each one will be and moves like water to meet them.

"Did you see that?" He pulls off the helmet and lets the hair tumble down. He's sure someone was there, but that doesn't mean she was visible to everyone here, or even anyone at all, necessarily.
 

The lesson we can take from this is that I write very long sentences ;)
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