#threads: han

[loyalxtotheend]

“D’you just have some sort o’ promise t’ yourself where you just risk your life for some stupid cause every day? Because I’m startin’ to think y’ do and it’s a little worrying.”

@thcwidow​ -throws random starter @ u bc u said i could-

[loyalxtotheend]

“Look, kid. Not a word of this to your sister, ok?” he said sternly, rubbing some bacta salve over the blaster burn on his arm and then slapping a bandage over it. “She’s got enough t’ worry about already. Far as she knows, this all went to plan, no injuries. Got it?”

@newxhope - sc.

[divinitysquander]

THAT GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF GODDESS, HALF HELL. // @hopesflame

“ LEIA ! ” it’s not often that her real name falls from his lips ––– more often now, perhaps, than a year prior ––– but stress tends to bring it out. ( stress. he might laugh, if his heart weren’t lodged, curiously, somewhere near the base of his throat. stress is such a pitiful excuse of a word compared to the heart stopping sort of PANIC a reckless leia inspires in him. ) a single arm wraps around her waist, hauls her up. has she always been this light ? he can distinctly recall her being more difficult to haul and shove in that trash compactor, but perhaps that had been her waterlogged dress, and the memory of irritation, of fear. “ are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?! ” he turns, walks with her still in one arm, held at an awkward sort of an angle against his chest. he wonders if she can feel his heart thumping in time to the melody of a damned reel. “ easy, your worship, easy, ” he attempts to soothe, waiting until they’re safely away from the besalisk agent she had tried, so hard, to pick a fight with, before setting her back down on her own two feet. oh. kriff. mistake, mistake, big mistake, now he’s facing down a one and a half meter high ball of absolute fury. “ what’s gotten into you ?! ”