#crdered

                    IRONIC.

                    The Sith Lord can hear the shrilling screech of metal scraping against metal, the difficulty with which the general breathes. If there was anything more organic left in the ruined Kaleesh, he would surely feel his trembling, but as it happens, he can only feel the vibration of Grievous’ rasping gasps and coughs. The creature is wounded, but they are on the way to safety and help, Kenobi keeping him stabilized. He saw the way his friend stepped before an incoming attack. He saw the way the attack sliced against his hardware shortly before the lord’s own shining red blade cut through their enemy. And if he didn’t know any better, he might accuse Grievous of caring for him, of protecting him.

                    But he’s not quite so foolish to point it out.

@crdered

“You know for a big guy you’re very emotional.” he said humourously from where he sat on the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee in his hand, trying to wake himself up.

four word prompts

Tonight had been an unexpectedly ROMANTIC night. There were times when Quinlan did things that were just…. endearing, in that roguish way of his.

Like earlier, when he walked behind her seat in the cockpit and kissed her cheek. And later, as he PROUDLY presented a bottle of Tevraki Whisky that she wasn’t quite sure how he got it, but was more than glad to share with him. Now, they were far past the realm of “tipsy” and toeing the line between DRUNKEN BANTER and falling asleep against the side of her– their bed.

They speak in hushed tones, shoulder to shoulder, Quinlan’s hand sitting over her’s on the cold floor. There’s a blissful, almost BUBBLY air surrounding the two of them. Asajj can’t quite remember feeling bubbly before. But it feels like the perfect word for how she feels now.

A soft smile came to her lips as she leaned her head against his shoulder. The words “I LOVE YOU,” escape her in a quiet hush, and she doesn’t mind how the alcohol has loosened her tongue.

“I love you, too.” He answers back.

Not a breath later Quinlan tilts her chin upward and presses his lips to her’s, quietly, softly, PASSIONATELY. Asajj leans into the kiss lazily, and she feels content. She shifts until she’s sitting on his lap, straddling him as they kiss. The headiness of the whisky mixed in with their closeness until it’s INTOXICATING. Quinlan belongs with her, she belongs with him. They showed it in each kiss, in the way he held her waist and she his face.

Quinlan is the first to break their lips apart, leaning his forehead against her’s. Asajj takes the opportunity to catch her breath, chuckling softly. “Too much for you to handle?”

She can feel him smile without really looking. “Who, me? NEVER.” It’s exactly the sort of answer she’s come to expect. “But…”

“But?”

A sudden quiet comes between them as Asajj leans back just enough to really LOOK at him. There’s resolve on his face, muted by the softness of his dark eyes. And then, with the gentlest voice he can muster, Quinlan asks, “Asajj… will you marry me?”

Asajj felt all of her breath leave in an instant. She’s about to laugh at the very idea of it. MARRIAGE? If not for the look on his face, she’d ask if he was joking. But there’s no mistaking that deep look in Quinlan’s eye.

“… You’re serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“That’s…” In a rare moment, she’s at a loss for words. She flicks her eyes away from him. “You really want that?”

“Asajj.” Quinlan moved one hand to her cheek, encouraging her to look at him. “You are the most AMAZING woman I’ve ever met. You’ve changed my life in so many ways… ways that I didn’t think were possible. Being with you here, on this ship, feels like home. I didn’t know if I’d ever have a real home again after leaving the Order.” His mouth twitches UPWARD in a faint smile as Asajj meets his gaze. “But I found a home. You are my home. I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else more than here, with you. So if you’ll have me, I–”

“Yes.”

Quinlan blinked. “Yes?”

Asajj smiles, feeling UNDIGNIFIED and silly, but these are feelings that she’s come to embrace with him around. “Yes.” She says again, this time with more conviction.

And just like that, with a near musical laugh and blinding smile, Quinlan kissed her. He kisses her deeply and JOYOUSLY, and she returns it. They melt together in a drunken, laughable mess, each kiss sealing their PROMISE to each other. Quinlan stands and lifts her with ease as Asajj wraps her legs around his back, only for the two of them to fall down right into bed.

He kisses every inch of skin he can reach and Asajj LAUGHS, her fingers digging into the back of his undershirt. In between breaths she can hear his excited “I love you”’s, drinking them in, letting the heat of the moment wash over her in a wave of pure emotion.

This is it. This is the person she wants to be with, no matter the cost.

The future is a dark, UNKNOWN place. There’s no telling what she might face.

Comfort Meme

It’s a comfort to hear those words, and to especially hear those words from her. Still, it takes him a moment to process what she’s saying, a moment to figure out the pace at which his breath should be going, and he nods, just once, wrapping his arms around her and holding close.

It was over, and he was alive. It was over, and he was safe.

It was over, and everyone else was gone. 

That thought nearly brought on another bout of shakes, but he swallowed hard and nodded again, holding tighter.

“I know,” he managed, after a few more unsteady breaths. “I know.” Another pause, as he pressed his face into the frills on the top of her head. 

his hands are folded calmly behind his back as he appears in his ghostly manner. though he’d never outwardly show it, there is perhaps a touch of smugness behind his eyes.