[ Too practical for a yelp, she tightens the bend of her elbow around his neck when the support falls out from under her, and in doing so, bows him over with her so they both tumble half-supported to the bunk. By then, she's laughing and releasing him, sprawling out with the pleasant ease of someone who's taken much worse spills and consider this one not even faintly uncomfortable.
The splayed pile of limbs articulates in a way that she could not what she would smuggle him to the ends of the universe in his father's ship for. It brings a peace and comfort to her—one found not in their cramped surroundings, but in him—that she had gone most of her life without. And it's true enough to say that she feels something similar, if tinged differently, for the whole Resistance, but the Resistance is not what's in jeopardy.
She reaches out and scrambles one hand in his hair, mussing it until it hangs knotted in his face or until he swats her away—whichever comes first. ]
I know you are but what am I? [ It's hard to tell if she's saying it herself or offering it as some mock-translation of his own words. Probably a mix of both, to be safe. ]
one day i will return a tag on the same day i get it. one day.
The splayed pile of limbs articulates in a way that she could not what she would smuggle him to the ends of the universe in his father's ship for. It brings a peace and comfort to her—one found not in their cramped surroundings, but in him—that she had gone most of her life without. And it's true enough to say that she feels something similar, if tinged differently, for the whole Resistance, but the Resistance is not what's in jeopardy.
She reaches out and scrambles one hand in his hair, mussing it until it hangs knotted in his face or until he swats her away—whichever comes first. ]
I know you are but what am I? [ It's hard to tell if she's saying it herself or offering it as some mock-translation of his own words. Probably a mix of both, to be safe. ]