[ he doesn't taste like himself. he tastes like a graveyard. like iron and ash. rey kisses him all the same, clinging to him like he's the last solid thing for her to hold onto.
she moves like she's starving to hover over him, though her exhaustion is palpable, and her head barely picked up, her arm barely holding herself on the mattress beside his head.
they can't — they can't do anything like this. he's been stark naked since they were in the street, and he's obviously ill-equipped for that. she can't even be sure there's a tongue in his mouth. but the long-delayed hunger has caught up with her in a weak moment, and she unravels with it now, caging him with her lips. ]
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she moves like she's starving to hover over him, though her exhaustion is palpable, and her head barely picked up, her arm barely holding herself on the mattress beside his head.
they can't — they can't do anything like this. he's been stark naked since they were in the street, and he's obviously ill-equipped for that. she can't even be sure there's a tongue in his mouth. but the long-delayed hunger has caught up with her in a weak moment, and she unravels with it now, caging him with her lips. ]