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The best part of luck is that it will change ...
'It's nice to have things going right for a change, isn't it?'
Fourtity came in peeks and waves for him. Now and always. Bad fortune was always sure to come. Knocking him down, often, and dragging him under waters that seemed far to cold for any one man to withstand. Tides so strong he had to wonder how he could possibly manage to find his footing again and stand; while the sea threatens to swallow him up. The crash, again and again - eroding earth into sand.
As surely as the cruel tide of misfortune comes, however, so too does the gentle peace of fortune. A time to sink his feet into the sand and catch his breath again. Soaking up the light of the sun as it's rays reach all the way in. When they finally get in, the beams stoke something inside of Han that is powerful. Something that is easy for him forget about when he's been so busy trying to keep his head above angry water.
Your peace, Han Solo, comes in the form of a plan finally coming together.
It makes him smile in a way he just can't help. The Captain walks through the Nexus and even the sounds of his boots striking the ground seem different, today than they did days ago. The steps lengthened. His footfalls lighter.
This morning, if you should find yourself out and about, you'll find Han in the parklands of all places. He is nursing black coffee from a tall paper cup.
Fourtity came in peeks and waves for him. Now and always. Bad fortune was always sure to come. Knocking him down, often, and dragging him under waters that seemed far to cold for any one man to withstand. Tides so strong he had to wonder how he could possibly manage to find his footing again and stand; while the sea threatens to swallow him up. The crash, again and again - eroding earth into sand.
As surely as the cruel tide of misfortune comes, however, so too does the gentle peace of fortune. A time to sink his feet into the sand and catch his breath again. Soaking up the light of the sun as it's rays reach all the way in. When they finally get in, the beams stoke something inside of Han that is powerful. Something that is easy for him forget about when he's been so busy trying to keep his head above angry water.
Your peace, Han Solo, comes in the form of a plan finally coming together.
It makes him smile in a way he just can't help. The Captain walks through the Nexus and even the sounds of his boots striking the ground seem different, today than they did days ago. The steps lengthened. His footfalls lighter.
This morning, if you should find yourself out and about, you'll find Han in the parklands of all places. He is nursing black coffee from a tall paper cup.
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Han murmurs with a shrug. It's that ninja he seems to have acquired again. Did they even exchange names last time? Maybe, they did and it didn't stick, rare that Han forgets a name after an introduction, but not impossible. It's not as if he'd been trying to make a friend when they crossed paths ...
"No." The Captain shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink. "I've been stuck here for about a month or so. Haven't been able to leave."
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That's good, but... almost kinda worrying. So Ver's going to hang back and watch him for a minute, trying to work out what's changed, and maybe just enjoying it while it lasts.
What was she doing out here? Good question. By the look of things, picking flowers, and not for their looks. She's got a basket full of all kinds of things, plants and the tools for harvesting them, and a pair of gloves she's peeling off to tuck in the basket when she finishes the approach.
"Gorgeous day, isn't it?"
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The idea of a life tied to a single location and making the best of that you can. Working a regular job and keeping regular hours. It's been interesting to observe her and remind him that ... just because most of the people he associates with are scoundrels doesn't mean everyone lives that way. He'd almost forgotten.
"The sun here," he begins, "It's closer than most planets I've been on for any length of time. Makes it real nice when it gets out from behind the clouds."
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But she loves that he reminds her there are options. There are so many other lives out there she could go live. If she wanted to. Someday. And sometimes he takes her out of the quiet little world she's building around herself and shakes her up enough to remind her that she needs a way out as much as he wants a way in.
"Mm, it's nice to be warm again," she agrees. "So, going to share the good news?"
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"Got a delivery of parts and fuel scheduled for tomorrow." He says, raising his cup to his lips to draw in some of the dark and bitter liquid. If there was news to give, that is it.
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"Oh." There's a moment, just a brief moment, where it's clear that's not good news to her. It's selfish of her to want him to stay because she's scared and lonely, and she knows that, but she can't help it. What she can do is try to hide it behind a smile. "That's great. You must be so excited to be going home finally. Good."
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Han was watching her, as he watches everyone, looking for their subtle tells. Not that he needed to see the look on her face to know she was not going to be entirely pleased by the news of his imminent departure moving briskly along, though, how she actually does feel about him - in his eyes - is about as clear as a muddied pond.
"I ..." He exhales. "... don't belong here." They both know that. It's just as well that she doesn't love him. It would be something for them to have tried to work around, though, damn if he wouldn't have tried. Long odds never stopped him before.
"If you're still in for helping me work on the ship, I could still use it."
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She knows he knows. He probably knows she knows he knows. And so on. She's trying. Being happy for him while she's sad for herself is the best she can manage right now. That's not what he wants, but it's not nothing. He feelings might be as clear as mud to both of them, but they're real and she needs time to figure them out.
"I know." His steadfast refusal to like anything about the Nexus very much made it pretty clear to her he wasn't going to be relocating. He doesn't need to justify his choice to go home to her. That much, she understands. "Yeah, of course. Whenever you're ready. We'll have her purring like a kitten. Or whatever the appropriate phrase is."
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And, lets not pretend that there isn't anything is all that the Nexus is that he wouldn't come back for. The are things he has enjoyed and a person he cares about very much there, besides.
"We have a similar turn of phrase for anything in our galaxy that purrs." He murmurs, though, really that's not what you want to be talking about now, is it?
"You and I should get together again soon. Not for fixing anything, just ... because."
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"Yeah? You have animals that purr that you keep as pets?" She's just talking about cats, man. Cats are cool and sometimes are assholes. Kind of like her.
She's all smiles at the idea of seeing more of him before he goes. "That would be nice. One last chance for fun before you go back to being the best captain in the galaxy?"
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It's nice to see a more real smile out of her. At least, he thinks that one is. Apart from that day at the range, he's been keeping his distance. It's ... not exactly easier that way, but a different brand of hard.
"Anything in particular you want to experience together?" She's better at coming up with the things to do, he thinks, because she's been here longer. Otherwise he'll figure out something.
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Yes, Han, that's a real smile. She's still got a few left for emergency situations. Keep playing nice and you'll get to see more of them.
She'd be flattered to know she's making this look easy because, in reality, she's been finding it extremely difficult to find ways to entertain him. The lack of obvious enthusiasm has left her doubting herself more than she'd care to admit. Yes, dealing with her lack of self-esteem is something she'll be working on in therapy soon. Once she's done with the crisis situations.
And if this is the last time they'll be doing this
for a while?she wants it to be special. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something. We could go to a concert, or we could go visit the Windy Cliffs. They say that if you jump off just right, you can fly."no subject
Sure, she said fly, but ... is that not also a way to put it? In any case, the suggestion has him grinning an honest, if a bit impish smile.
"I think that sounds perfect for us, sweetheart." The formerly familiar term of endearment slips out, but he doesn't try to backpedal because of it or take it back. "Either we'll fly together or fall on our faces trying."
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The endearment is well-received. She's not really built to smile this much; if he keeps this up she might actually crack. "I think we'll manage. And if we don't, at least we'll fall together."
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"I'll try not to hold it against you that you knew somewhere I could have been flying and you didn't tell me about it till now." He teases.
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The teasing gets a huff from her. "You are the soul of generosity. I've obviously been holding out on you and didn't just hear about it the other day."
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It feels odd to say that, even in the jest that it was meant. As if he could ignore the fact that his ship needed to be repaired. It claws at him the way that a child's cry inspires action in a parent.
"So." He says with a slight nod at her basket. "Gathering flowers. Is it just because or is there a plan for those?"
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"Oh, alchemy ingredients. Shade-Seeker and I are going to be experimenting with whether the native species work as well as the ones from Tamriel. And I think he wants me to practice this part before he brings me someplace dangerous to get the more exotic ingredients."
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"That all sounds very reasonable." He tilts his head to the side thoughtfully for a moment. "Does the danger ... what you might have to do later, I mean, make you uneasy?"
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"A little nervous," she admits after some reflection. "I'm not sure I'll have the heart to shoot a cute furry animal that looks like a pet, but that'll probably change after one tries to eat me." Wolves are fucking mean in Tamriel. "And I won't be going alone, which helps."
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"Well that's something." He says with a nod. "I gotta believe you've been training enough to be as prepared as you can for it."
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"Yeah. He's a famous hero back home, so I'm sure he can manage to deal with wolves or wandering daedra, and it's not like he's asking me to help close the gates to demon-lands or anything." Ver rubs the back of her neck a bit, because when she says that out loud it sounds really bad.
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Isn't that reassuring?
"Most of the magic he does doesn't make sense to me, either."
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Autocorrect fails me. Laid around the Falcon. Lol. Not Lady. xD
Well, the Falcon /is/ his lady... ;)
Han + Blaster + Ship = True SW OT3
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