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[OOC—update: Just specify in subject line which game!]
Fulcrum; go
[text | voice | video | action]
[OOC—update: Just specify in subject line which game!]
[She makes a noise to signal she doesn't need the pack for herself. It's mostly out of habit, more than necessity; she always carries around a change of clothes, spare credits - or dollars, in this case - in case what she has on her (which is minimal to begin with) gets taken, and usually some kind of weapon. She hasn't pursued the idea of carrying around this world's version of a gun - not yet, anyway (and hopefully never) - but she did find an extendable truncheon that she keeps in the pack.
Just .. in case.
She reaches out to touch him again, this time letting her fingers skirt across the back of his hand.
Confirmation of each other's presences for them both.]
Just .. in case.
She reaches out to touch him again, this time letting her fingers skirt across the back of his hand.
Confirmation of each other's presences for them both.]
[He turned his hand over to grasp hers back, immediately.
Suddenly put his other hand to her waist and pulled them together and kissed her deeply.
No matter all the intimacy they'd just had. No matter they should get going. No matter they were going to spend the rest of the day together. One lifetime of missed, stolen, and sacrificed opportunities was enough.]
Suddenly put his other hand to her waist and pulled them together and kissed her deeply.
No matter all the intimacy they'd just had. No matter they should get going. No matter they were going to spend the rest of the day together. One lifetime of missed, stolen, and sacrificed opportunities was enough.]
idk why i thought i responded but realized i read it and didn't reply while i was at the doctor's ha
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2017-06-18 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It's strange, to think of how different she is with Cassian than with all others. A sudden constriction of muscle, the equally sudden propulsion forward towards him, it would be instant reflex and reaction to the blunt side of her palm to a throat, heel of her hand up towards the nose, elbow to the gut or groin or neck or anywhere. But with him, she melts like molten metal towards and against him, without a hint of reservation or reluctance or hesitation.
Her hands are gently on either side of his neck, thumbs lined and pressed up against the trunk of it, reaching just below his jaw. Her other fingers grip into his shoulders lightly as she pulls away to look at him, all of the love she can manage to feel and carry in her eyes.
There's so much she could say. So much she wants to say. But can't seem to wrestle her tongue into submission long enough to verbalize any of it.
She hopes he knows anyway.]
So, where to next? The woods?
Her hands are gently on either side of his neck, thumbs lined and pressed up against the trunk of it, reaching just below his jaw. Her other fingers grip into his shoulders lightly as she pulls away to look at him, all of the love she can manage to feel and carry in her eyes.
There's so much she could say. So much she wants to say. But can't seem to wrestle her tongue into submission long enough to verbalize any of it.
She hopes he knows anyway.]
So, where to next? The woods?
[He thinks he knows.
He's the same.
Where to… How about the curve of your neck…
Cassian deliberately steps himself back from her, holding up his hands in a show of restraint, like surrender; self-aware dramatization to counter other reviving physical signals.
And smiling… and quoting herself back to her from some earlier time:]
Yes please.
[He recreates what he'd blazed through earlier, in reverse: moves lever to unlock, opens grate, opens door.
His awkward idea of being met by an impatient crowd of workers waiting to use the elevator was not realized. …But moments after the lever was thrown, the lift's control panel emitted a loud buzz of someone calling it above.
Suppressing a splutter of laughter or urgency, he grabbed her hand for them to dive through, then yanking the outer door shut behind them as quick as he could.]
He's the same.
Where to… How about the curve of your neck…
Cassian deliberately steps himself back from her, holding up his hands in a show of restraint, like surrender; self-aware dramatization to counter other reviving physical signals.
And smiling… and quoting herself back to her from some earlier time:]
Yes please.
[He recreates what he'd blazed through earlier, in reverse: moves lever to unlock, opens grate, opens door.
His awkward idea of being met by an impatient crowd of workers waiting to use the elevator was not realized. …But moments after the lever was thrown, the lift's control panel emitted a loud buzz of someone calling it above.
Suppressing a splutter of laughter or urgency, he grabbed her hand for them to dive through, then yanking the outer door shut behind them as quick as he could.]
[She exhales a giggling laugh with an equally playful roll of her eyes at his dramatic display, though she certainly understands, having to bite down on the tip of her tongue to distract her mind from pursuing ..
Other activities, instead - ones that involve reversing all the dressing they'd only just done.
She nods, easily falling in line beside him as he opens the door, anticipating a sight similar to what Cassian had expected. Breathing a chuckling exhale to find it not the case.
The moment's short-lived at the wailing buzzer (oddly similar in sound to the alarm on Wobani, she realizes), and she bursts into an urgent jog, steps accentuated with delighted laughter.]
Hopefully we haven't stalled production too much!
Other activities, instead - ones that involve reversing all the dressing they'd only just done.
She nods, easily falling in line beside him as he opens the door, anticipating a sight similar to what Cassian had expected. Breathing a chuckling exhale to find it not the case.
The moment's short-lived at the wailing buzzer (oddly similar in sound to the alarm on Wobani, she realizes), and she bursts into an urgent jog, steps accentuated with delighted laughter.]
Hopefully we haven't stalled production too much!
[She leans over to nudge him with her elbow, flicking her eyes up him with a mischievous glint in them, a curling smirk at her lips.]
Equally the best excuse to leave work I've ever had.
Equally the best excuse to leave work I've ever had.
"If you went away
too far for me to know you
no-one would know my fate either,
no other lips would hold me captive
but with your name I would make my way.
If I placed the standard on the mast
and it was very high, I would see you, up there."
the poem doesnt matter
- a cheat - not my words
maybe i should have just said that i dont have any
but thank you
no-one would know my fate either,
no other lips would hold me captive
but with your name I would make my way.
If I placed the standard on the mast
and it was very high, I would see you, up there."
the poem doesnt matter
- a cheat - not my words
maybe i should have just said that i dont have any
but thank you
not a cheat; you chose them for a reason. just because you didn't write them doesn't make them any less.
thank you for the poem.
and you're welcome.
thank you for the poem.
and you're welcome.
what if ants scream when we step on them but we just can't hear them because they're too high-pitched for human ears
[It's okay, one of these days Cassian will think of the right thought to send Han at such an hour.
Plus he kinda likes it. All the times he slept in a cockpit waiting to be woken by a transmission. Almost feels homey. With less looming sudden death.]
they probably do
plants can scream when you cut into them
Plus he kinda likes it. All the times he slept in a cockpit waiting to be woken by a transmission. Almost feels homey. With less looming sudden death.]
they probably do
plants can scream when you cut into them
not EVERY plant
hell, now I feel terrible
not terrible enough to stop though
hell, now I feel terrible
not terrible enough to stop though
that is just horrifying
how do you know all this
WHY do you know all this
[He's getting a lot more than he bargained for, poking Cassian this late at night. This early in the morning. Whatever.]
how do you know all this
WHY do you know all this
[He's getting a lot more than he bargained for, poking Cassian this late at night. This early in the morning. Whatever.]
There's someone going around pretending to be me spray-painting shit on buildings. As far as I know it usually just happens at night, and nobody's gotten hurt yet, but that might change.
Be careful, Cassian.
Be careful, Cassian.
does spray-painting usually precede something else?
[the above, trying to clarify why this might indicate possible hurt.
The next: would be more hesitant in speech, matter-of-fact in text. Skillset of the old life is still to be treated with wariness. But she's one of their people.]
do you want me to find them?
[the above, trying to clarify why this might indicate possible hurt.
The next: would be more hesitant in speech, matter-of-fact in text. Skillset of the old life is still to be treated with wariness. But she's one of their people.]
do you want me to find them?
Not usually, but whoever it is was obsessed enough to do research. The police told me she wore the same kind of outfits I'd wear and carried a croquet mallet and god only knows what else.
No. I don't want you or Jyn or Kay dragged into this mess. Whoever this is, they're targeting me, and I don't want any of you to get dragged into the crossfire. [Whoever it is has already contacted Kay, and fuck knows what else this doppelganger's willing to do, if she managed to somehow get in touch with Jyn or Cassian. Or anyone else Veronica's come to care for.
Martha's face swims up in the forefront of her mind, once more, her heart breaking behind her eyes.]
No. I don't want you or Jyn or Kay dragged into this mess. Whoever this is, they're targeting me, and I don't want any of you to get dragged into the crossfire. [Whoever it is has already contacted Kay, and fuck knows what else this doppelganger's willing to do, if she managed to somehow get in touch with Jyn or Cassian. Or anyone else Veronica's come to care for.
Martha's face swims up in the forefront of her mind, once more, her heart breaking behind her eyes.]
Cassian.
Edited 2017-10-04 14:28 (UTC)
I don't know how to say this delicately.
Bodhi is dead. I'm bringing his body back to our unit.
Bodhi is dead. I'm bringing his body back to our unit.
[Because of the way he's messaging Cassian's communicator, his thoughts come through nearly as just his thoughts themselves. Not that he had much of a filter anyway.]
Need plastic sheets.
For his bed.
Need plastic sheets.
For his bed.
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