Date: 2019-06-30 11:36 am (UTC)
candor1: (Uwing . I'm not the one . smile)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He bowed his head at the sensation, touching his forehead to her shoulder. And exhaled a laugh. (That, somewhere, made several of his colleagues faint.)]

Yes. Stay as long as you like. …I don't want you to leave either.

[He suspected he was blushing as he sat back from her. —only to lever himself upright enough to sit again on the mattress. And moved back, to the half against the wall, leaving the other half for her. …Leaving his arm, also, hesitantly outstretched, for her to put her head on.]

Date: 2019-06-30 11:41 pm (UTC)
candor1: (R1 . Jyn . sudden feels)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He was fastidious in waiting to follow her lead—but at every step, the moment she initiated any touch, he reciprocated without hesitation; until they lay closely pressed, his arms back around her.

Maybe she would get, from what he'd shared—never slept with anyone without it being for a mission, meaning it was always lies, manipulations, and imagining himself away—that he would be careful to the point of paranoia not to push anything with Jyn—at least partly because he wasn't sure he'd be able to trust anything that came first from himself. It also meant: he needed explicit communication/consent at every phase. Whether or not it went to that possibility or not.]


Done what? …Share a bed with someone?

Date: 2019-07-01 05:28 am (UTC)
candor1: (illus . Jyn . hearts of kyber)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[His heart stopped.

It started again, far too hard, louder than breath

Which was quite a feat considering his breathing was… If he'd been able to cry, it might have been his turn, then.

He was mostly glad he wasn't, because how dare he make this about him, possibly overload the moment for her…

At the same time… how to articulate the worlds that meant… that she'd say it, that she'd say it first…]


I didn't want to presume anything. Not from a moment that was supposed to be an ending, not a beginning.

But this is all I've wanted to do since Scarif. Be with you.

Date: 2019-07-01 06:22 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . couldn't face myself . smile)
From: [personal profile] candor1
I know. I knew you were there before I woke up. It helped so much.

…I know that, too. I trust you.

It's me I don't always trust. Wanting…

[…anything, really. So used to equating wanting with being compromised. Not just concerning judgement, but perception.]

I'm so glad… you're here with me. I don't just mean in this room… I mean… I think—wanting similar things. The same way.

[…a conversation they should probably have in full, in case… but right now had already leaped so many more hurdles, gotten so far, than he would have dared to hope, and he'd be perfectly comfortable leaving it there for now and just relaxing.]

Date: 2019-07-01 07:50 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . smile . you kill him . down)
From: [personal profile] candor1
I had at least one dream that I couldn't tell where it came from—nothing in my life that I could remember… something about an Octave Stairway?

[Yeah… words, voice, were starting to be too difficult… but connection wasn't. He felt the understanding flowing between them like others (Chirrut) had described the Force… not a substitute for explicit communication, if they were to venture into unknown territory; but what they'd established here, right now, in the last half hour, was so much, so deep, so unprecedented and precious, more than enough to sink into and just enjoy as an end in itself, for a while. His arms tightened around her in response, signaling he felt he gesture and welcomed it; and the fingers the hand still cradling her head traced meaningless glyphs in her hair.

He murmured softly back, unfiltered and unguarded,]


And I'm yours. However much you want. All the way.