upon high request, here she is 🥰 it's snowing and i can hear the wind whistling and i'm curled up in a blanket and planning on staying up late even though I've got a six hour shift i have to be up at 5am for tomorrow simply because the vibes are ✨immaculate✨

"Kriff, you're freezing," Anakin mutters, stripping off his outermost robe while Ahsoka lies still in Rex's arms, eyes closed (frozen shut from the looks of the frost of her eyelashes), lips blue and cheeks tinted pink.

"Is she breathing?" Rex exclaims. From what he can tell, she feels like a block of solid ice.

"Check while I get her warmed up," Anakin says back, shivering as he frantically pulls his gloves off of his hands, placing them over Ahsoka's while Rex lays her down on the hardened snow before them.

A snow planet. A kriffng snow planet, of all places. That's where she'd gone to escape the empire. Togruta don't do well in the cold, so she'd probably thought they'd never come for her here. All she'd done was prove that fact true.

"Snips," Anakin whispers, leaning down closer to her, until their noses touch, while rex tries to find a pulse on her icy wrist.

There is no rise and fall of her chest, no tiny puffs of air from her mouth. But Anakin knows that she's alive. There isn't a doubt in his mind about that. How long for though... that, he doesn't know.

"She needs mouth to mouth," Anakin says, so suddenly and so quietly that he surprises himself at his own knowledge. "She has no vital signs, so she needs... she needs..."

"She needs us," Rex says urgently, trying to force any discomfort at the idea of laying his lips on his padawan—his all-but-blood-related daughter—out of him. "Anakin do you know how to do it?"

He swallows hard, nodding his head. His forehead brushes against Ahsoka's. He lifts a hand up to pinch her nose shut, wasting no time because, no matter how inappropriate this feels to him, he can't hesitate. This is do or die. He has to act.

So he does.

He uses his other hand, nearly unable to move from the cold without the gloves, to pry her mouth open, holding it like that while he shifts his head to a sideways position.

He doesn't even feel it when his mouth presses to hers; she's as icy cold as the air so everything feels the same. That makes this slightly less traumatic. Slightly.

He fills his lungs first, as much as he possibly can, and then hers—twice.

In, out. In, out.

He pulls back, pressing his middle and index fingers to the pulse point on her neck while Rex checks the one on her wrist.

"Nothing," Rex mutters, shaking his head while Anakin performs the procedure once again, knowing that the way his friend is sniffling likely has nothing to do with the cold.

"Snips," he chokes out as he pulls back for the second time, swallowing hard to keep the tears from cascading down his cheeks. They'll freeze before they even hit his nose in this weather. "Please."

Though she isn't breathing, he notices that the blue tint to her lips is beginning to fade. That's... that's better.

Her first breath on her own is nearly her last because she's coughing and sputtering and shaking so hard that she almost goes deadly still again from the force of it.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin and Rex exclaim in unison.

She doesn't make a sound and her eyes don't open.

But she's breathing.

today my boss told me i was doing great and i think that's all the reassurance i'll need to get through the rest of the year. and HAPPY 2022! I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A FANTASTIC YEAR 😁