Rex's pov: The captain watches her spin in the rain, and realises he's falling in love.
W: None. Just pure yearning from Rex.
AN: Hello there! Rae here, posting a short one-shot from my Wattpad. I've been inspired from all the fanfics here on Tumblr and decided to give posting here a shot. Proofread by me, enjoy!
Wordcount: 348 words or so
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It all starts like most things in his life do.
Unexpected. Loud. Impossible to look away from.
The downpour crashes down over the Temple courtyard, pounding the permacrete in sheets of silver. It's too much- too fast -for the city's usual drainage systems. Most of the crowd are running for cover. Civilians scramble beneath canopies, clones duck into transports, even the Jedi start hurrying their steps.
But not her.
She's out there, in the middle of it. Laughing. Arms wide. Head thrown back as if the sky whispered some private joke just to her.
Rex stares from the archway, already soaked from escorting a Jedi to their shuttle, helmet under one arm, now frozen in place like he's watching a dream walk past him.
She's spinning.
Not like a dancer on a stage. Not in practiced grace. Just wild, joyful, chaotic movement like she's been set free from gravity and reason. Rain clings to her clothes, her hair, dripping from her eyelashes. She's radiant. Ethereal. A glitch in the simulation of this endless war.
And he's never seen her like this.
He's seen her laugh, sure- she's smiled at him when she passes him on her way to meetings, teased him when he's being too serious on a particular briefing. But not like this. Not uncontained, uninhibited, like the galaxy doesn't have any weight on her shoulders.
His vod has been calling her his girl for a while now. Rex denies it every chance he gets- he isn't used to being loved, doesn't want to admit he's - possibly- gone soft. Love is such a foreign thing to him, something he strongly believed he didn't deserve and shouldn't want.
But he does. With every fibre of his being, he wants to run out there and grab her. To spin her around, to not care if they both fall on top of each other. To lovingly tuck her soaked form into his arms, forehead to forehead, like she's the only clear thing in a blurred world. He wants to ask what makes her glow like that in the rain. He wants to ask what it would take to make her smile like that for him.
He doesn't move.
He just watches. Breath caught, heart pounding. A man designed for war- silently, helplessly, in love.
The rain keeps falling.
So does he.
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