“ this is my fault . . . ” ( best parents. i regret this. )
@feastingsun because you moved dammit
“Hey...”
Her voice was little more than a whisper, delicate fingers reaching to cup a copper-bearded jaw, and brush shakily through it. There was no blood, not yet. Blasters and lightsabers both cauterized to an extent. It would come, perhaps. Perhaps...
“This was not...your fault.”
Fingers shifted to is neck, shaking growing worse even as the woman shifted - agonizingly, in so much pain she wished to scream - to rest her head against his shoulder. Only there did she allow herself to whimper, to breathe in the comforting scent of Obi-Wan’s cloak and tunic. She coughed, and crimson settled on her lips, the metallic tang of iron filling her mouth. But she remained there, curled delicately against him.
“Pr-promise me...you will not blame yourself, Obi-Wan. It’s not your fault. Alright?”
Without waiting for an answer, she lifted her head. Her vision spun, but she reached for her fading connection to the Force, to meet those stunning blue eyes. To settle in his arms more comfortably.
“Kiss me? I think I’ve earned it, by now.”
A flicker of her glibness, a flash of an exhausted smile as her energy bled away, and she delicately wiped crimson from her lips. She would miss him so...but joining the Force was not a bad thing to look forward to. Especially not if she got this one kiss first.
