Jul 11, 2016
☀ : sharing a jail cell
@noblesolo
To anyone outside the cell, he must of looked like a statue. His back straight, his eyes facing forward, body still as stone. It wasn’t til you got closer that you would realize that he was a little green around his face, and his fingers shook under his grip on the white bench.
Internally he was screaming: he never thought he would return to the First Order,and certainly not like this. He was deemed worthless, supposed to be dead. Now that they knew he was alive, he was a traitor. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, trying to hold back the nausea in his stomach. He gave an audible groan and quickly bit his lip, not wanting to wake up the other person in the cell with him.
