@inmcrtalis / liked for din & poe :3
it seeped into everything, settled deep in his bones and lungs and somewhere beneath the beskar itself. there was no memory attached to it, no understanding of where he was or how he'd gotten there. only the sensation of being trapped inside it, suspended in a darkness so complete it might've lasted seconds or centuries.
sound returned first. distant voices. machinery. the sharp hiss of pressurized air venting somewhere nearby. then came awareness, sudden and violent. the world lurched beneath him, every muscle protesting at once. his chest seized. breathing felt wrong, as though he'd forgotten how to do it and his body was scrambling to remember. the first breath burned. the second shook. by the third, his hands were already moving, instinct taking over before conscious thought had a chance to catch up.
light stabbed through his visor—or perhaps around it. he couldn't tell. nothing wanted to focus. shapes bled together. shadows shifted without meaning. his balance abandoned him entirely, forcing one gauntleted hand against a nearby surface to keep himself upright. voices sharpened around him, fragments of conversation finally beginning to separate themselves from the noise.
the words washed over him without sticking. strangers. unfamiliar voices. unimportant. something was wrong. the realization struck with enough force to shove everything else aside, cutting through the confusion and pain with startling clarity.
panic flared hot and immediate. "grogu." the name emerged rough, little more than a rasp beneath the helmet. nobody answered. din shoved away from whatever had been supporting him and immediately regretted it. his legs folded beneath him. one knee struck the floor hard enough to jar the beskar, but he barely felt it. Hands reached for him at once, trying to steady him, trying to keep him down. din shrugged them off.
the room tilted. his vision swam. somebody was talking, telling him to sit back down, explaining something he couldn't bring himself to care about. grogu should've been with him. he remembered that much. remembered the familiar weight perched against his shoulder, small claws catching briefly on fabric and armor. the memory lingered frustratingly out of reach, buried beneath the pounding in his skull, but he knew the kid had been there.
fear settled cold and heavy beneath his ribs.
then, somewhere beyond the blur of unfamiliar figures and harsh lights, came a small sound. soft. questioning. familiar.
another followed a moment later, uncertain and distressed and relief hit hard enough to leave him unsteady. grogu. before anyone could stop him, din pushed forward toward the sound, ignoring the protests around him. nothing else mattered. not the pain. not the confusion. not the strangers surrounding him.
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