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 HELP y’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 ?? ”