[His gaze meets hers, his brown eyes reflected in her hazel. He wants to ask what made her want to stop but somehow he just knows. This isn't like some frenzied thing going between them, the little shocks between them within the Force more like a pleasant hum or a steady heartbeat.
He brings a hand up, his thumb tracing her brow. His earliest memories of her had been with these brows crinkled in anger, her eyes hardened when they gazed at him or fighting back tears. Now she looked at him with such tenderness that it made his chest ache and his stomach do flip flops.]
What are you thinking?
[It was probably silly to ask, when he could just access thoughts without even trying terribly hard. They were an open book to one another.]
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He brings a hand up, his thumb tracing her brow. His earliest memories of her had been with these brows crinkled in anger, her eyes hardened when they gazed at him or fighting back tears. Now she looked at him with such tenderness that it made his chest ache and his stomach do flip flops.]
What are you thinking?
[It was probably silly to ask, when he could just access thoughts without even trying terribly hard. They were an open book to one another.]