Flash a Smile, Aim Your Heart
“I thought you didn’t do parties.” Someone says, beside him, and Din blinks out of his internal griping about the party.
“On pain of death I do.” he says, dryly, unable to help his eyes as they drag up Luke’s body.
“Of death?” The blue eyes twinkle in the low light.
“-And contractual obligations.”
“So you’re here against your will?”
“Obviously.”
“You weren’t looking forward to… seeing anyone here?”
“I don’t need a shitty party to see people.”
“Oh I guess that’s right.” Luke says, slowly, lip curling, “-you just invite them back to your studio.”
Din glances around them as his pulse flares.
“Surprised you’re not surrounded by admirers.” Din deflects.
“What?” Luke asks, “-you don’t count?”
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Luke Skywalker is in the middle of an intense promo cycle for a few of his acting projects and about to release a new album, so maybe it's not the time to start an intense affair with an award winning photographer. Din Djarin has other ideas.
Sequel to It'll Last Longer
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
