@ywareum : gingerbread
amidst all the hustle and bustle , all the chitter chatter of the potluck dinner , han stands calm and alone in the middle of it all . he doesn’t even seem to be aware of his own surroundings , all his attention focused on the decorative gingerbread house laid out on the table in front of him , and a plate of gingerbread men cookies placed next to it . the person who had set this up must have been quite cruel , han thinks, making these men look upon the home they were taken from as they await their death .
‘ a gingerbread man lives in a gingerbread house . ’ ( yes , thank you for your insight han . ) he picks one of the cookies up and studies it curiously , his eyes trace the icing that outline the cookie’s edge , and the small smile drawn out on its face make the corners of his mouth lift a little . ‘ is the house made of flesh ? or is the man made of house ? ’ he says his words with the most casual tone , like it was most normal thing someone could say ( and not disturbing in the slightest ) . he’s only talking to himself , only speaking the thoughts that came to him out loud , so imagine his surprise when he turns his head to the right ever so slightly to see that someone was, in fact, standing right there next to him, and had a full ear to what he was saying . he takes a bite of the cookie in his hand with a chomp , his eyes now focused on his new conversation partner . ‘ what do you think ? ’











