𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. besides your usual nightmares, there had been nothing to disturb you from sleep. after all nightmares will always haunt you, no matter what. memories of alderaan, of the war that seemed to drag on for far too long, memories of jabba the hutt, there was plenty of horrors that your conscious could use to make sure you’d lose sleep. there was also the guilt you carried from surviving. you were the last of your home planet, one of the few lucky ones to be off planet. there were others, but all of your friends, all of your family, they had died when the death star had hit. when you saw it right in front of your eyes, but last night…. there had only been sleep. nothing of those, even han seemed to have had a good night. nothing of waking up completely frozen, of you having to coax him back into moving his fingers, into not hyperventilating. it had been a good night by any standards. there had been no calls either. not from either of your comms. there had been eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. but sadly…. now, now it was time to get up and moving. to get to the senate and continue building the new republic.
you’re all tangled up in each other, sheets and limbs not truly separating who you both are. but it’s no matter, the senate awaits. you’re just pealing his arms from your waist, and moving again to take off the sheets you share when you feel him move you against him. he’s strong, you’ll give him that. you end up laying back down next to him, and it’s then that he talks, mumbling something about you staying for five more minutes. and you do curl up against him once more, almost laughing, clearly already smiling, ❝ han, i have to get to the senate building, ❞ and still, you don’t fully move again, not wanting to move him too much.
@starfrckled / plotted starter.
𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽 , chest rising and falling steadily , no wave of panic clogging all the way up his throat , no muscle refusing to work . the phantom of unbearable cold gone , as if nothing ever happened —— to either of them it’s far from reality , but just for this morning , just for a few hours , let him pretend that their minds are not scarred , permanently so .
❛ nah , you don’t . ❜ mumbled near her shoulder , where he presses a kiss , lazy and light . man sized child , han clings to her , not really wanting the warmth they are laying tangled in to disappear , the peace of it all . the moment they get up from that bed the illusion is going to crumble into dust , and every ugly piece of crap is going to slip right back in . war not too far behind on their heels , but with a better future ahead —— that’s the hope , at least , the fire warming up all their hearts .
❛ i’m sure everybody’s gonna be fine without you there for a little bit longer . ❜ his eyes are open now , focused on the woman next to him . the lights are still set on low , but discerning her shape in the near darkness is no challenge at all . and sure , she isn’t going to be gone for long , she isn’t even going to be far , yet han finds himself trying to commit how it feels to have her in his arms to memory , like he does every morning . as if he’s ever going to forget . ❛ me , on the other hand ? not so sure . ❜
he is being over dramatic , that’s for sure . nevertheless , he always dreads having to spend the night without her by his side , without her touch to release him from the cage of his own mind , in the mornings when he wakes up unable to move . he is not afraid to admit he might need her more than she needs him .
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