❛ you hurt yourself the last time we went left the base , han . PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE ❜ she huffs , nostrils flaring as straightens her back , stature poise and precise . slowly turning on her heels to look up at him , arms crossed with lips thinning out , pursed & cocky . her head cocks to the side when the warmth of his hand spreads over her shoulder , almost glaring at it with a brow raised . the princess looks to the hand then to him then to the hand and to him again . ❛ no ❜
Lips curl into a straight line ; the smuggler getting more && more STUBBORN ( a match that neither could win, for when did one of them ever cave ??never). “Well, y e a h.” —— Han had endured worse pains, && considering he was still BREATHING && FULLY FUNCTIONAL he considered himself lucky. “But this time it’s different. A light mission, if ya will.” Since when was anything with the Rebellion easy ?? He’d have to do better, he knew this. Hand pulls back at the sight of her gaze ; he could practically feel the raging B U R N. However irksome it may be, he keeps his light spirits, eyes gleaming with mischief as he continues to prod. “What, ya want me to beg or somethin’ ?? I WILLy’ know, I’ll make a big scene. Just, come with me. Ya can’t hate me that much.”
lips part , his voice booming from behind her . brows furrowed , his husky voice protruding through blinking lights and incompetent chatter . she turns her head , gaze set back as doe eyes look into hazel . ❛ your urgent missions always to get you closer to
death . ❜ but eyes widen at his smirk , the dip of his head closer to her ear . her cheeks are red from the cold , but the two of them both know that is a lie . she spites him , returns her gaze to the screen . ❛ i’m too tired for that ❜
Despite the roll of hazel orbs, the usual smirk on his lips only w i d e n s. “That may be TRUE ——— but this ain’t one of those missions.” Arms cross over defined torso ; the smuggler leaning against the nearby wall ( gaze NEVER faltering from her own, despite her pulls to look away ). Calloused hand can’t help but graze her shoulder, willing her to look at him, to SEE him. “This is a special mission, one that’s TOP SECRET.” A shrug, muting its s i g n i f i c a n c e ( && the fact that he’d be planning this, yes, this man could plan, who knew ?? ). “But if ya don’t want in on it, fine. YOUR CHOICE.” Not that the man would ever easily let anything go.
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“YOUR WORSHIP!! Just who I wanted t’see.” Notorious smirk d a z z l e s his features, hazel orbs staring right though her ; just as they always did. Han clears his throat, back straightening as he feigns solemnity. “Just got news of an URGENT mission.” Tone lowers / a drawl. He inclines his head closer ( she always smells so sweet ; skin glowing, s o f t as he knew it to be ). “We gotta head out on the Falcon RIGHT AWAY.” Finally his eyes glow with mischief, a WINK sent her way —— hinting to his plan.
a rush of wind kisses her spine , causes her lips to part . MY MY , his grip on her ( earnest complexion ; causes midriff ) . close , very . did not know how , or why : to see the empire’s base in jakku . a sputter of curses fled his mouth , caught in a tractor beam once again . they knew the sheen casted on the millennium falcon , SAW HIS EYES . so bold ; so green . oh how those eyes made her sing ! brows furrowed , her shadow casted in front of her / TAUNTING HER ! yet she feels his push as they get close and closer to a dark opening : it’s cold . grass & mud stuck to the bottom of her white boots , the shade mocks her .
‘ what are you —————— ! ‘ he takes her hand ( slowly ) yet it moves so fast , she couldn’t dodge his grasp . pondering at him with her bottom lip lowered , eyes gazing at his fingers , which drag soft cloth up her arm : REVEALING ! her wound is gaping at the universe . ‘ i can take care of it . ‘ yet she doesn’t move , does not rip her hand from his gentle hold ; does not look away from his caring stare . for mere second ago she was screaming at him . HE SCREAMED BACK ! heaven help her , he won’t let go . ‘ han , let it go ‘
“ NO, y’can’t.” Words fall from his tongue before t h o u g h t . Han knew she could handle it ; she ALWAYS does ——— probably knew more about healing wounds than even he ( after all, all of his left s c a r s ). Yet he refuses, hazel orbs scanning over the mark. He inches forward , hot breath caressing wounded alabaster skin. “ I don’t know your worship, looks pretty bad. ” The flash of white, smile ever so wide, even in the DARK hints to his tease. “ But with MY HELPy’might survive. ” Even if she’s annoyed with him, it’s at least cause for d i s t r a c t i o n.
Han grabs antiseptic solution from his belt. This, it was certainly going to sting. “ Just let me, will ya !! ” He peers up at those russet orbs he knows too well. “ I think a scar might suit ya, princess. They can be kinda s e x y y’know. ” He mumbles, pushing one of those buttons of hers again before spreading a thin layer of the liquid onto the cut. ( he hopes locutions can sooth pain, her annoyance at him overpowering anything else ). In case however, his free hands trails up && down her upper arm / SOOTHING.
Finally, a bacta patch !! He gently rubs it down, covering it all up before FORCING his hands away. Already he misses her warmth, the comfort that she encompassed. “ If we can stay here …QUIETLY for a few standard hours, then I think we’ll be alright. &&y’gotta elevate it, ‘kay ??”
the drapery running over scolding shoulders seen to sway with the gentle breeze , along with her stray hairs . the tough material of her scarf wraps around her neck loosely , gloves pulled off & held in a tight grip . but she too , although the moon causes her wound to scream so fresh , comes to draw a shaky breath as lights blare in the distance / GROUND SHAKES ! machinery roars , and before his touch leaves her bicep , she turns around to grab at the material of his shirt , pulling him closer before screaming ‘ RUN ! ‘ his mindset straight , trees left to plunder under their own existence . ( blaster in hand ) , her eyes flicker as he runs forth in front of her , watches his hair drop into his eyes as he comes to throw his head to the side , looking for safety .
her fingers leave him , but her breath goes ragged . ‘ A CAVE ; the trees are too opaque . it’ll be minutes before they find us here . ‘ she wishes to hear chewbacca’s roar , but they left him in the falcon . her own wishes .
LIGHTS flare behind him —— they’re coming. HOPE seemed desolate. Yet, there was an ever present yearning within him, something that screamed for s u r v i v a l; it was what pushed him through the pain, the times when Han Solo swore there was no way of talking himself out. He proved himself wrong time && time again ——— stars, he was going to do that now too. He REFUSES to glance at the Imperial ship, only every turning back to make sure Leia was with him. Red ichor stained her suit. continued to pulsate from the gaping wound / WORRY. Feet HALT, dirt digging up to leave a mark as it stains his boots. Orbs find the cave’s opening. Han steals a moment to f i n a l l y glance back, a witness to the ship landing right by where the Falcon lay. CHEWIE — guilt. The wookiee was family (but he trusted him, the fuzzball would be okay ;he simply had to be). Time VANISHING, he gently pushes her into the opening, following suit a moment later. Calloused finger to his lips, he remains stoic, ears pining for a broken twig / a sign of being followed. —— Thankfully nothing. A puff of air parts his lips, orbs adjusting to the dim light before falling onto her. “Let me see that cut.”
‘ and you are ? ‘ head turned , eyes flickering grudgingly to the sides , whites ablaze ( she doesn’t turn to look at him ) . continues to walk as if her feet could only do one thing . blaster in her left , the right comes to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear / IGNORES HIM ! a child stomps behind her , he comes to look down at her . CONTINUES to spite her as if she found him to be one thing in the entire galaxy . heavy minded ; he will not listen . too busy sputtering words & words they are . but lips do not part —————- she does not give him her devotion . will not answer back for she will not bring them to their doom . IS IT ALWAYS HER FAULT ?
Dry lips p a r t ; well, she had him there. A smuggler who connived his way out of every situation thus far, who was on practically EVERY‘most wanted’ list — NICE?? Most would profusely disagree (even if he did have his moments, as some say). He huffs, arms curving in front of him as he follows suit. Heart hammers against his chest, mind racing of all the things left UNSAID. Yet, he also refuses to speak, to make even more of a F O O L of himself. A game where every move changed it all ( left one a l o n e ). GUILT pushed down on his chest ;he’d done it again. AN ENGINE ROAR. | Dispute forgotten, his hand reaches out for her thin arm, digits clamping down as if that one move would be protection enough. OH how he’d throw himself in the fire every time!! “LEIA —” Her name foreign on his tongue, for his usual nicknames were f a r from appropriate. “We need to hide.”
‘ I’M not the one to say hurtful things to you ; you - y-you PUT THESE THOUGHTS in your head and think i’m the one saying it but it’s you ! ‘ he always points ; she points back . ‘ i think you’re a perfect attribute to the rebel alliance . ‘ she huffs , shaking her head . arm lowered , hand hanging at her side as he grits his teeth . with a march she moves forward , peering up at him as she walks in front . head lowered soon after before eyes are lifted to match the moon’s glaze . ‘ you won’t survive with such a big mouth , HAN . ‘
“Oh really, princess ?? Cause your TONE might imply otherwise. I don’t know if ya’ve ever noticed ; you’re not exactly the NICEST person in the galaxy.” Han spewed, brows knit with tension as he stares her down. She made a valid point, but the smuggler REFUSED to admit it. After all, what p r o o f did he have that said otherwise ?? Their sweet && even endearing moments were far in between. He (begrudgingly) follows ; fists tight, knuckles w h i t e as fiery temper flares. “Yeah, ‘n that’s ‘bout it, innit ?? A PILOT, nothin’ more ??” The hidden words slide off his tongue before stopped. He shakes his head, fawn irises studying the trees (memorizing their path)“I ain’t the one always gettin’ CAUGHT. But s u r e, think what ya want.”
PAUSED ; poise & pristine . silent , she bites her tongue whilst standing still ( watches him bound through trees and a dark sky ) . her feet give no will to move ; voice hard and soft as starry eyes cascade to look at the ground , head cocked to the side . ‘ PERHAPS we should part ways , i feel we’ll tear each other apart sooner than the hounds . ‘ head shifts , raised with supreme power . she doesn’t shiver , back aligned . ‘ i don’t need a man to lead me . i was a SENATOR ! i fought for my people with all my power . the only person you’ll be protecting is yourself . ‘ tells her to shut up , she never wanted to hit him so hard . RESPECT / not found .
How Han WISHES he didn’t notice her stance (how she still had YET to follow his lead). He hates the g u i l t ; why couldn’t he just dump her into the void, forget the SHRILL of her voice && go back his his old, once loved ways ?? Finally his mud coated boots stop; he however still refuses to turn, to face those vehement orbs that he K N E W were sending shots his way. Chin cocked, jaw clenched, a huff of air parts his dry lips. “Splittin’ up is also a sure fire way of gettin’ killed too, SWEETHEART.” Tone soft (body rigid), fawn eyes fall && muscles wear from exertion —— s t r e s s. Her words don’t help && his usual retort breaks from him before prevention. “OH, I know. A low life like me could NEVER have any good ideas, not when you, your highness, s’round. Sorry we can’t all be so high n’ mighty.”
———— “ So GO AHEAD, your worship. Take control n’ lead the way like ya want. I won’t stop ya. Want me to put my vest down every few feet so ya don’t get more mud on yer shoes?? ”
furrowed brows have eyes big & angry ; a solemn sent BLAZING ! ‘ oh , stop kicking at the floor like a child ————– - - - you truly don’t know how difficult you REALLY ARE . i don’t know how chewie can stand to look at you sometimes ; you practically yell at him for everything ! ‘ she knows it not to be true but her speech leaves her breathless . leia still moves to follow him , her hands balled into loose fists , voice booming once more ————- - - - birds reer away from the tops of trees . ‘ this’ll be the last time i’ll be listening to you . you better have a great idea or i . . . i swear ‘
Parched lips curl into a sneer as sorrel slits GLARE at the woman he now wished was far, F A R away. There was one being that would always be FAMILY. The furry monster(according to some) was the only one who STAYED. “Don’t talk ‘bout SHITy’know nothin’ about.” His growl low, quiet for the usual arguments the pair had. It made is w o r s e; the disappointment && guilt palpable. (maybe he was too harsh sometimes??). Han sees nothing but the woods in front of them, the dull green of prickling weeds && fog as he stomps through it all ; doing ANYTHING to avoid seeing her. “SWEARwhat?? Not like ya gonna do nothin’, sweetheart. You’d be LOST without me. So keep that thing shut && follow me before ya get us both killed … and it won’t be ‘cause the Empire.” The chirping birds weren’t all that was hidden in the brush.
‘ LAY LOW ?????? ‘ chocolate dreams widen , lips parted whilst looking up at him ( shortness of breath ) ‘ you mean to tell me that we should remain inconspicuous to the area with THAT * finger pointed at the falcon * is out in the open ? ‘ mouth closed as a steaming exhale leaves nostrils / EYES AGLOW . orbs flicker o look away , soon being retracted to look at him once more . ‘ they’ll find us before the moon sets ‘
Angular jaw set, his narrowed eyes fell to the dirt floor. The princess had a point ONCE AGAIN. A guttural growl, stubborn tilt of his chin, Han saunters in closer, hazel irises searching hers. “Well I don’t hear ANYONE ELSE makin’ any suggestions. So until ya come up with a better plan, you’re listenin’ to M E.” With a stubborn kick, dirt && debris float up into the atmosphere. The smuggler turned on his heel, nodding to the dense forest before them. AN IDEA.“Y’wanna get outta the area?? We’ll get out the area, your worship.” Voice loud enough to make creatures stir, he follows a trail of his own making.
