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letoldthingsdie) wrote2018-03-10 01:00 pm
letoldthingsdie) wrote2018-03-10 01:00 pm
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crystal ★ notes & letters ★ etc
crystal ★ notes & letters ★ etc
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[It was the only answer she would get about him, honestly. He never talked to anyone about his father - not Rey, not anyone back home. He'd kept it all locked inside. His disappointment sat right in there with his guilt over killing probably one of the few people in his life he'd ever loved.
His father had often struggled with how to even be a father, he's come to realize. Han had always been restless, just as he was. If Han couldn't fix it with a blaster it wasn't something he could easily fix. He had spent so much time burying himself in things he was good at that he missed out on some of the years of his life where he could have really used a father by his side. Instead he'd gotten Luke and that had been a terribly poor substitute.]
Experience makes it easier to judge, but at least you aren't likely to have an arm or a hand cut off this way.
[Whether he was being serious or not was up in the air. And for her sarcasm he pokes her roughly in one side, meeting her tit for tat. His hands move to rest on her shoulders, checking to see her hold on the blade from her point of view. He was several inches taller than her than her, despite her own height being close to Rey's. It gave him a better picture. Up close like this, her fading blue hair]
Just being able to understand the weight of the weapon in your hands, being able to move it without it moving you, would give you enough defensive capability. It might feel heavy in your hands now but that won't always be the case.
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I'm sorry. [ The word isn't said in some attempt at pity, since there's nothing that Chloe hates more than that - being pitied or pitying, neither sits well in her stomach. ] Apologies are shit for this kind of thing, I know I get sick of hearing them, but - still. [ She shrugs her shoulders, like she's trying to push off the emotional impact of discussing dead parents with the movement. It didn't work very well.
Her gaze darts to her hand, eyes widened a little, picturing the scene from Monty Python with the Black Knight and feeling her stomach churn. It might have been a comedic skit, but the idea of it happening to her is not exactly something she's aiming for. With her luck with weaponry, it was also not unrealistic to worry about it.
She doesn't have time to give some witty retort, though, because the poke to her side surprises her and there's a noise that comes out of her throat that she hasn't made in years - a giggle. Even with how rough it was, she was ticklish. No one had gotten near enough to her to figure that out for some time. She swallows a little roughly after, her cheeks turning pink as she tries to pretend that totally didn't just happen, and only realizing just how close he is now. It's weird. Not a bad weird, just... unfamiliar.
She lets her wrists move slightly, turning the weapon, feeling the way it the weight shifts at various angles, where she has to brace her arms a little more, relax them other times. It makes her arms ache a little. Fuck, she needed to get stronger. ]
Guess shit like this must weigh nothing to someone like you. [ She can see them muscles through your black clothes, Hot Topic. She ain't fooled. ]
soooo late it just kept getting further buried in my inbox. my bad dude
After years of practice, it doesn't. [He can't help the fond look in his eyes as he watches her with the blade.]