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Hera Syndulla ([personal profile] for_everyone) wrote2018-12-09 04:05 pm

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She's awake. Her face is flat against some smooth surface, the smell of it quick to help her remember the mat. The sandcrawler, the Jawas. One arm is tucked beneath her, the other out, her fingers also pressing into the mat. She feels the fabric of her hood tucked against her forehead, her lekku, and there's something on top of her, lying horizontal across her, set just above her elbow. Hera can hear slow, steady breathing, can feel it along the back of her neck. It's all she can hear. The crawler has stopped.

Hera opens her eyes. There's bright white light, coming up from the grate beneath them. She shifts, turning over, and realizes what's lying across her is Kanan's arm. She must have moved closer to him in her sleep. Hera lifts herself up, and slowly tries to move his arm off from her and back to his side, quietly and gently enough to not wake him. Maybe that's something she should think about, be bothered by or – not. But for now it doesn't hold her interest. She rolls back to the edge of the mat, looking down into the room below, but though the lights are on, and the combustion chamber reignited, there's no one inside.

Now she hears more – voices. Scurrying footsteps outside. Have they arrived somewhere? Hera doesn't feel like they've slept that long. She pulls out her chrono – nearly four hours. It's the middle of the night. What's gotten the rest of them up?
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-23 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, it isn't. Even when pieces might be similar, or related -- "

He breaks off, and it takes real effort not to reach out for her hand, just for the briefest touch.

Um.

"But I shouldn't . . . I just mean I can see why you'd wonder. About it. Sometimes."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Kanan takes a moment to watch Hera's face, the faintest traces of light limning the curve of her cheek, the sweep of her lekku.

"It'd be a shame for you not to be out in space, Hera," he says at last. "You belong here. You all deserve the stars."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Me, too," Kanan says quietly.

He's still watching her, carefully keeping his hands pressed against the ground next to him.

"But that's not really a choice we're ever going to have to make."

Not about the Twi'leks, anyway. Not about Ryloth.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
He exhales, trying to keep the sound quiet, even with the grind of the gears taking up the space around them.

"Do you think you can?"
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Kanan says, smiling into the dark, "Whatever it takes."

He moves to lie down, too, wriggling around to try to make his back comfortable without extending his legs out into a well-traveled area.

"I might meditate for a while. It's . . . Still kind of stuffy in here. For me."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Even in the dark, Kanan shakes his head.

"Nah, you just sleep if you can."

He hardly pauses there, speaking before he thinks.

"It's soothing, you know, listening to you breathe."

Uh.

"Instead of the gears churning, I mean."

Um.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-12-24 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Kanan, too, lets his eyes drift closed. He doesn't try to match his breathing to Hera's, because that's more distracting than anything else -- possibly especially to her, but --

He does focus on it to the exclusion of the gears, the sound of the mechanical parts of the prowler slowly fading away from his conscious mind, replaced by breath through the lungs and faintly, just on the edge of perception, the pounding of blood through veins and vesicles and arteries.

His own does not keep pace with it, but for a fleeting moment, maybe he wishes it would. But he keeps breathing, and Hera keeps breathing, and eventually he forgets to pay attention and drifts off into his own deepening sleep.

It's a pleasant one.