messages we don't send. [forcebook au fanfic]
the tip of their noses touch, the bow of their upper lips confesses these wordless feelings—in this flowery haze, force seeks book's eyes for a sign, scared that he has been misreading them. hesitant, stripping his soul bare, force asks, "can I?" book flutters his eyes closed, meeking, "i'm scared." force's heart plummets to the pit of his stomach.
or force and book just existing, hoping, loving, wanting.












