Bad fanfic? Me?
Oh, lord forgive me.
At least it's pretty canon, right? To the game, anyway?I want to go play. Right now.
~dyingtogo
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Carth - 1Carth knocks on the door of the medbay, where Jolee is letting me sleep on a medical table, very softly. "Revan?" he whispers, letting himself in anyway. Of course I'm not asleep. I glare at him for seeing through my facade - or even worse, for not caring that I might actually be sleeping. "I'm not Revan, Carth." "That's the name you were given." He sits on the edge of the table. "And it's tied to the identity I don't remember." I sit up too, leaning against him. If I embrace the name, I embrace the identity, which means I embrace lying to Carth about nearly everything. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I tried to hate you forCarth - 1
by ~dyingtogo
Carth - Flashback"Tell me a secret," he whispers, cradling me in his arms. The trip to Manaan is long and everyone but the two of us is sleeping. Well, and apparently Bastila. I can feel her poking around, trying to figure out what I'm doing. "I..." I blush, looking up at him, and he smiles his most unguarded smile. "I've never had a man before." He just plays with my hair, kissing the top of my head. "Why not, do you think?" "Opportunity never arose, I guess." I watch the stars as we pass them, and for a long moment, we're both silent. I'm cold. I tuck my robe around myself and he pulls me tighter into his arms. "Are you expecting thaCarth - Flashback
by ~dyingtogo
internal dilemma part 2i feel dirty when i call her by the pet names i used to call you. i started crying once simply from saying "good morning, sunshine," because for half a second i expected it to be you and i freaked out. i didn't tell her why i was crying though, i just blamed it on pms. sometimes we'll go to concerts together and she'll unintentionally grind against me, the way you sometimes did when your favorite songs came on and we were too packed in for you to not be pressed flush against me. and you're so similar, your hair so alike, when hers suffocates me and i can't see and all i know is bodies and music and fucking hair, i feel like it's you. aninternal dilemma part 2
by ~dyingtogo
internal dilemmaher hair is like yours. how do i explain to you that i'm replacing you with her, how do i convince you that she's worth it? how do i say, 'the way things were before wasn't real,' when at the time i was constantly convincing you it was? the way it grows is like yours, anyway. she styles it sometimes... i really did love you, or at least i thought i did, and isn't that all that really matters. if you are sure you're in love, doesn't that usually mean you are? and hers is always neat. she brushes it and sometimes flips it out or lets it hang in her face. if your hair were grunge, hers would be emo pop. that's the winternal dilemma
by ~dyingtogo
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