Date: 2019-11-22 05:08 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . smile . do you think . down)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[A small but matching smile on him.]

I think so.

[He reached gently past her, like before, to turn off the water.

Then let his hand on the controls (and arm around her) hover a moment, to ask:]
Air dry or towel?

[Not just procedural questions. He was fascinated to know all her preferences. For everything.]

Date: 2019-11-29 04:00 am (UTC)
candor1: (R1 . touch . smile)
From: [personal profile] candor1
Depends how much time I have and how presentable I have to look. Both or neither. But towels are nicer.

[His arm hovered a moment longer; its hand lit for an instant on her back.

Then he did that sort-of-blush thing again (ridiculous, they'd hardly just arrived in this situation), and opened the door, for her to step out first.]


Behind the panel to your left.

Date: 2019-12-05 08:30 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . smile . not used)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[Their joining of hands made definitely color rise in his cheeks; and more warmth in his eyes; and his fingers curled gently back around hers. He might have blushed further at the question, if one could tell…?]

I… wasn't planning on… going out again, tonight.

Of course we can if you want to.

…You're also welcome… to… stay.

Date: 2019-12-09 10:56 pm (UTC)
candor1: (Jyn . laugh . smile)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[A quick grin—easy and warm, so incongruous with his spy and captain faces, a glimpse of the person he might have been if not for… everything. But not alien to Jyn, 'cause when he did it at all, it tended to be to her. He accepted the towel, dried off quickly but not rushing, the cursory scrub to his hair leaving it wild, and finally, after a hesitation, wrapped it around his waist; thinking it a bit silly to cover up now, not wanting her to think either of them need hide now—but ultimately it was just where it best went for walking into the other room.]

The heating's pretty good, for Hoth, but… you know. I have things you can borrow. Or… you know. Blankets.

[Trying so hard to neither suggest nor not suggest. Like this was perfectly normal and they'd done it many times.

'Cause… that was an achingly good imagining. Comfortable and easy and having known her all his life.]

Date: 2019-12-13 09:10 am (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . Jyn . 3/4 . smile)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[His smile turned… shyer? when she ruffled his hair, and as he reached up, in turn, to touch hers.

Likewise, when she reached for his hand, he immediately reached back.

His fingers curled a little more tightly around hers at her suggestion. Though he said it gently, every fiber in him was tangibly vibrating:]


That's the best idea I've ever heard.

[He knew how to be smooth… but that was technique, not him. He was never going to technique her. And, with her, he didn't want to try to be anyone but himself. They both required that. So, even while very clearly, in the faint hunch of his shoulders and slight smile, rolling his eyes at himself, he went for awkward as feke.]

If one of us had hypothermia, best thing would be under the blankets skin-to-skin. Which… is where my mind is now. But… there's no need to move fast. I have sleepwear enough for both of us. Which would be comfortable, too.

Date: 2020-02-04 06:51 am (UTC)
candor1: (Jedha . down . collar)
From: [personal profile] candor1
If I want… I want…

[He bit his lip to stop himself saying anything too much… then remembered that they were trying to say too much. Say everything.]

…you saw what I want.

[And he'd downplayed and she'd said it was okay. But perhaps he'd been a little lying with politeness, then, and maybe, maybe she hadn't been…?]

I want… anything you want to give. Or have. With me.

Date: 2020-03-03 06:47 am (UTC)
candor1: (NiJedha . Jyn . smile . built on hope)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[What was that about having control? One of his hands went to the knot of the towel to keep it in place.

But who wanted to focus on that? The smile that dawned on his face, the openness of his eyes taking her in, were absolute, without distraction. Slowly, somewhere between questioning and answering, his other hand moved to her face. His fingers and eyes both traced the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheek, the edge of her lips.]