Monday, September 2, 2013

Prompt: Too Late!


((Little bit collab on this! Woo!))

Callista's feet flew across the floor and her fingers just brushed the leathers of her coat as the door swung open. Her head spun to see Dryden in the doorway, his eyes drifting from the bandages on the table to her. She clutched the coat to her chest, a blush rising to her cheeks under her fur.

His eyes softened as he closed the door behind him. “This better be the last time they send you on a mission that involves Seperatists. Are you alright?”  

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