#fatespin

❛   hey.  ❜  he knows it’s a pathetic thing to say after being literally dead but then again, it’s hard to find any words in such a situation. none that make the situation easier. ❛   i uh --i heard you’ve been pretty busy the last few months.  ❜ a beat. his hands shove into his pockets, a nervous tick. ❛   i’m sorry, emma. for everything you’ve been through the past few months. i know it’s enough to just show back up here like this.  ❜    // @fatespin

        soft  and  juvenile  and  compendious  despite  the  loose,  feathery  way  he  holds  himself,  the  gentle  and  timid  body  language  (inviting  and  open,  and  perhaps  too  much  --  easy  to  pierce  into  him  that  way,  though  he’s  armed  to  the  teeth  in  intangible  ways)  contends  with  the  succinct  presentation  of  the  conversation  he  is  seeking  to  have.  sam’s  heart  races  mercilessly  in  his  healing  chest.   ‘  i  ..  i’m  having  dreams.  visions,  i-i   think.  the  last  time  you  told  me  to  say  something  if  they  were  bothering  me.  ‘

coward

damn we are both broke

Cassian was LUCKILY quick enough to be behind him so he could catch him as he fell backwards. Using his strength to keep him upright and help him stand back up. "You ok? or were you just falling for me?"

Cassian was already in his camp clothes and settled in. He was even kind enough to leave a little sliver of space in the bed for the other. "What no you are small enough we can both fit."

"Stay still." Cassian hissed at the other as he cleaned the gash the other had in his arm. "You shouldn't have charged into battle like that." he was one to talk, normally the one that was reckless and charging in. though it was different with him he didn't wish him to get hurt.