[ she doesn't move, taking comfort in the way his shoulders rise and fall as he breathes. the longer she stays curled against him the easier it becomes to differentiate her own feelings from his, but they're both a jumbled mess of stress and comfort, confusion and surety. ]
It's better than what I keep seeing.
[ maybe now the image of him falling will be replaced by a healed scar. maybe the memory of both their broken bodies on the beach will be replaced by the feel of his warm skin alive under her fingers. maybe.
she can hope.
there's something familiar, impossibly, about all this. there wasn't time before to triage any injuries, much less explore the aftermath of them. there wasn't time before for anything, not really. and yet as unfamiliar, as strange, as impossible as this world and them being alive in is, it feels natural to have cassian by her side. ]
I'd still thought... that you'd smell like bacta. [ he'd showered and she'd hugged him already, but she'd expected the sweet-sharp antiseptic scent anyway. instead he only smells of soap. ]
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It's better than what I keep seeing.
[ maybe now the image of him falling will be replaced by a healed scar. maybe the memory of both their broken bodies on the beach will be replaced by the feel of his warm skin alive under her fingers. maybe.
she can hope.
there's something familiar, impossibly, about all this. there wasn't time before to triage any injuries, much less explore the aftermath of them. there wasn't time before for anything, not really. and yet as unfamiliar, as strange, as impossible as this world and them being alive in is, it feels natural to have cassian by her side. ]
I'd still thought... that you'd smell like bacta. [ he'd showered and she'd hugged him already, but she'd expected the sweet-sharp antiseptic scent anyway. instead he only smells of soap. ]