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    They are sixteen. Chirrut is walking on the top of the low wall that separates the gardens from the training yard while Baze trails along on the ground beside him, shorter than him for once because he doesn’t like heights. Chirrut allows him to hold his hand. They both pretend it is because he needs help steadying his steps, making sure he doesn’t lose his balance despite the fact that Chirrut’s balance is debatably the best in the temple. They do not admit that it is because they would rather touch each other than anyone or anything else on Jedha, potentially anything else in the entire universe.

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    I wanna remember to read this later.

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  10. 14 Apr 2018

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    Baze is taller, heavier, a small mountain of sand in the eyes of those near but a nest of soft blankets at his core.

    He spoke the words of the sands in a voice like wind trapped inside of his chest. Despite his size, large even when starving, he moved like lightning across the desert, filling the entire sky. The cascade of his hair was never water but always fluffy, wavy, hiding his face from view. All of his words were Jedhan but not, the particular, seldom spoken language of the sands, supplanted with an entire way of speaking that was regulated to only gestures because the wind can be so loud that sometimes the speech from the mouth is nothing at all, just something to be stolen, to float away, lost to the expanse.

    Jedha has a heart of kyber, and she willed that to her son as well.

    Baze finds his hand and begins to speak against it because Chirrut could not stand the idea of not learning all those gestures considering how often Baze would use it, still falls into it as easily as breathing. Baze is a man who can build many walls, can keep many secrets inside that great heart of his, which Chirrut will not begrudge him so long as he is allowed a key, and the sign language is good for that when everything inside or outside is too much for spoken words.

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    Labyrinthine by magikfanfic

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