[ Cassian gazes down at her affectionately, warmth filling every tired line on his face. They're smoothed away in the dark quiet of night, making it appear like the centuries they had spent apart, all the horror they'd shouldered alone, and all of the hurt they'd done to themselves, to others, and each other a faint echo.
There's so much of this that he wants to preserve between the pages of his mind, as if that will somehow seer it into his bones. Maybe if he fills his body with experiences like this, they'll fill his belly too ensuring that he's satisfied and never has to want for the destruction he so often chose.
Lightness fills him, stars dance across his inky black eyes - his own version of laughter - as he settles down beside her. ]
That isn't fair. Sitting on the blanket wasn't part of the race.
[ Reaching across to the thermos and the camping mugs he pours, offering it towards her. ]
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There's so much of this that he wants to preserve between the pages of his mind, as if that will somehow seer it into his bones. Maybe if he fills his body with experiences like this, they'll fill his belly too ensuring that he's satisfied and never has to want for the destruction he so often chose.
Lightness fills him, stars dance across his inky black eyes - his own version of laughter - as he settles down beside her. ]
That isn't fair. Sitting on the blanket wasn't part of the race.
[ Reaching across to the thermos and the camping mugs he pours, offering it towards her. ]
Is this the first time you'll be seeing it?