This fic is my gift to you, @crazy-fruit! In a show of appreciation for all the emotional support, the endless cheerleading, the putting-up-with-my-bullshit, etc. I’m here to write you a multi-chap rebelcaptain fic with as many of your favorite tropes shoved in it as possible.
He still couldn’t believe that Bodhi talked him into taking piano lessons, of all the things in the world, and could still hear his enthusiastic voice fresh in his head at the odd connection between his somewhat-haphazardly chosen dimensions of wellness that he “wanted to address and improve upon” and the strong suggestion of piano lessons.
“Learning to play an instrument is most definitely a way to address emotional wellness!” Bodhi had said. “It’ll get you to feel and express emotions that you might not be aware of.”
Except his job demanded complete awareness and attention to small details. He could detect emotions in others from the way they reacted to evidence, to the news he provides during interrogations, to a suspect’s realization that he’s responsible for investigating them.
But, if he had to force himself to sit and think about it for just a moment, he could somewhat meekly admit that, maybe, perhaps, expression from him these days was hard to come by thanks to work stress.
Still. Six months. 24 weeks. 48 lessons.
The Right Key – SleepyKalena – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
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