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A slow blink of haw eyes, yellow muted in the dim light fixate with care on smooth delicate looking scales. They seem to be shinier than anything he’s seen before especially when she moves in sunlight. Vacer’na eases his head in, bends over to leave his chin in the crook of her neck. He embraces her, feeling her slick skin and kisses her neck and cheek.

Meme: Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter. @hothrebels

“Snow storm?” Bodhi’s voice was dripping with disbelief. “But there’s no sand out there. How can there be storms on a frozen planet?” He had only just delivered a big shipment of weapons and provision to the rebel base on Hoth. The mission had been important, yet simple enough, just deliver and return. Now it looked like he was stuck on the white planet for at least a night.

Frustrated with the situation he paced back and forth by his ship. His body mirrored his upset state of mind, tense movements and furious shivering. He pulled his arm around himself and scowled at the crew putting the ship onto a temporary platform for service. The base was freezing cold and his fascination with the sparkling snow had cooled off with the temperature.

i thought i was a crab not a duck

Vace flares his nostrils, the warmth of his skin radiating into the air he breathes.

Breathe.

Salt.

This is hardly a place of comfort. It is far more comfortable than his own home simply because he associates it with hostility. Why should he ever want to return home? That awful place. Stars, this is better, but internal factors work hard to subvert it.

Breathe.

He wipes his face--his eyes particularly--with his shaking hands. She says what she knows helps. She is trying. It is best not to ignore that. He appreciates it.

He closes his eyes to regain composure. He is fine, they said. No he is not. He never was but they lied to him and she knows that.

The pale, warm hands on his face brush his messy hair away, and he leans into them. Could he just stay here forever? In her hands, in her arms?

He has to find a way. He has to get better. Or be thrown into the depths of the galaxy, forgotten, abandoned. But how? Salty eyes grow saltier again, and he can’t see straight. The young man looks up at Amhi and smiles, lips quivering, chin dripping.