To the very fabric of her existence, as it ripples in the wind of whatever benevolent universe decided to give them this - this life, this chance, this future. When she feels it tearing, when the frayed ends and shoddy patchwork begins to go threadbare, he's there - needle in hand, ready to sew her back together.
Her brow lifts at his suggestion as a laugh escapes her disguised as staccato puffs of air.
"I don't have any of my own, but please - do continue," she manages to blurt out, voice quivering with the laugh she's trying to tamp down. But it comes out on the heels of a sharp gasp at sudden and sharp pull of her body towards his, and she thinks she may end up nothing more than a puddle of Jyn-like ooze on the ground. The crystal is there - she feels it, but it doesn't hurt; it feels solid, it feels real. A grounding token, of sorts.
One hand to his cheek, the other on his shoulder. She dares a tiny nip of his bottom lip as she separates them, taps their forehead together. Keeps the beautiful humor of the moment by adding,
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To the very fabric of her existence, as it ripples in the wind of whatever benevolent universe decided to give them this - this life, this chance, this future. When she feels it tearing, when the frayed ends and shoddy patchwork begins to go threadbare, he's there - needle in hand, ready to sew her back together.
Her brow lifts at his suggestion as a laugh escapes her disguised as staccato puffs of air.
"I don't have any of my own, but please - do continue," she manages to blurt out, voice quivering with the laugh she's trying to tamp down. But it comes out on the heels of a sharp gasp at sudden and sharp pull of her body towards his, and she thinks she may end up nothing more than a puddle of Jyn-like ooze on the ground. The crystal is there - she feels it, but it doesn't hurt; it feels solid, it feels real. A grounding token, of sorts.
One hand to his cheek, the other on his shoulder. She dares a tiny nip of his bottom lip as she separates them, taps their forehead together. Keeps the beautiful humor of the moment by adding,
"Stars, you stink."