3 Works by its_cameoliOver
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"Alexsandr,
I’ve never really been someone who journals, but Ms. Frex (my literature teacher at school) was telling us about how her sister wrote her all these letters to her when she was growing up and she gave them to her when she turned 18. I thought I could do the same for you! Hopefully I keep up with it, it’s pretty possible that I forget, but if I do keep doing it, I bet it’ll be a really fun present for when you’re older. At least for me. You might end up thinking it’s embarrassing, or corny, but I think I’ll have a good time anyways."
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Just a few of the things Anya Kallus wrote to her son as he grew up
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“Oh yeah, a real champion, winnin’ one outa one match,” Zeb huffed.
“Mhm,” Kallus hummed, half-mindedly spinning his staff between his hands, “that’s a one hundred percent success rate.” Zeb always liked this, the banter before a spar, but the way Kallus stared at him, eyes sharp, hands moving with imperial precision as he talked out of his ass was thrilling.OR
5 times Kallus and Zeb talked, and one time they didn't
(Im not sure how I feel about this, so far, hopefully yall like it more than I do!)
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Usually he’d take this time to make dinner, or put on a holofilm and cozy up to Zeb on the couch, or take Zeb outside to spar, or talk to Zeb at their dining table over cups of tea or caf. Zeb wasn’t here, though. Which was fine.
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Zeb is on one of his work trips to train recruits for the new republic. In his absence, Kallus starts going a little bit stir crazy.