She rises too quickly for him to put any real distance back in between them. He still sets his weight on his back foot when her hand finds his face, shoulders locking instinctively. But instead of avoiding her eyes as he usually does, he holds them firmly — uncomfortable with the way she reaches for him, but trusting that she isn’t seeking harm as several other parts have. But even as she reaches for his face, he feels something twist uncomfortably in his stomach and his chest.
He wants so badly for what she claims to be true, but has simultaniously convinced himself that nobody would ever be capable of it. The conflict of his desires crackles inside of him and momentarily stuns him to silence.
Nothing she guesses at is wrong, but promises simply couldn’t be enough for how torn apart he’s found himself as a result of all those that had been broken already.]
And when I disappoint you?
[Not if. The wounds are fresh — not just from her, but from Snoke. Older wounds, like those from Luke and his parents. To him, it is inevitable, and though it stokes at his bitterness, he believes it bares repeating. Failure followed him like a specter, no matter how hard he fought to overcome it.]
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She rises too quickly for him to put any real distance back in between them. He still sets his weight on his back foot when her hand finds his face, shoulders locking instinctively. But instead of avoiding her eyes as he usually does, he holds them firmly — uncomfortable with the way she reaches for him, but trusting that she isn’t seeking harm as several other parts have. But even as she reaches for his face, he feels something twist uncomfortably in his stomach and his chest.
He wants so badly for what she claims to be true, but has simultaniously convinced himself that nobody would ever be capable of it. The conflict of his desires crackles inside of him and momentarily stuns him to silence.
Nothing she guesses at is wrong, but promises simply couldn’t be enough for how torn apart he’s found himself as a result of all those that had been broken already.]
And when I disappoint you?
[Not if. The wounds are fresh — not just from her, but from Snoke. Older wounds, like those from Luke and his parents. To him, it is inevitable, and though it stokes at his bitterness, he believes it bares repeating. Failure followed him like a specter, no matter how hard he fought to overcome it.]