#krenthcorso

The one prompt post you liked before you sent me this was the OTP Angst, so I’m assuming this is what you want: “I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry.” 

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Krenth is swearing fluently and forcefully in Huttese behind the locked door: “Cheeskar nok, tooska chai mani, caba dee unko, Corso Riggs-”

He can’t really tell her anything while she’s yelling, so he just keys the door open. She stumbles forward against his chest, her hand still raised to bang on the door, then jerks back. He’s ready for her to start screaming again, possibly in a language he understands. He’s not expecting her to haul off and punch him straight in the jaw. “Nine hells, Captain,” he curses in surprise, stumbling back against the corridor wall with a hand to his face.

“Take. Me. Back.” She’s tiny, bloodied, and clutching her hand to her chest, but his captain’s anger is like a supernova as she snarls at him. He wants to apologize immediately, automatically, but at the moment he thinks it’d just earn him another punch.

“We’re past the defense stations and into hyperspace already,” he tells her. “Without a new set of clearance codes, we won’t make it in.”

Krenth hisses in reply. Corso lowers his hand and raises his chin; if she wants to use him for sparring practice, at least it’s a way to make her feel a little better about this awful situation. Instead she puts her back to the doorframe and slowly slides down until she’s on the floor with her head in her hands. “My sister,” she whispers, and then louder, a sob: “My sister, Corso!”

“I know,” he says softly. He moves carefully, giving her time to push him away as he sits down beside her.

“You know - how many years -”

“I know,” he says again. “I know how many years you thought she was gone. I know neither of us thought she’d show up on some Sith planet, let alone one we were tryin’ to steal somethin’ off.” Krenth sobs again, her hand pressed against her mouth. “And I know she ordered me to get you out of there before we all got killed.”

“Since when do you follow somebody’s orders other than mine?” Her voice breaks on the last word, and he can hear her asking “Since when are you somebody else’s other than mine?”

Corso reaches out slowly to take Krenth’s injured hand in his. “I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry. When you took me on, I swore I wouldn’t touch you unless you wanted me to.”

“You think -” She hiccups out another little sob. “You think I’m angry ‘cause you picked me up and carried me out of there? I’m angry ‘cause you forced me t’ leave her there t’ die!”

“Captain...” He shakes his head, stroking his thumb over her bleeding knuckles. “If she’s half as tricky as you are, she’ll come out of it on top, whether that’s fightin’ her way out or tellin’ ‘em she’s the reason we lit out without takin’ anythin’ with us. Let me take you down to the med-bay and get you patched up.”

Holy cow! Shout-out to @witterprompts for prompting the first bit of Star Wars fic I’ve written in at least four months!

Krenth fluffs herself up in her jacket as she walks away from the rejected deal, indignant as a harassed orokeet. “If I had a credit for every time somebody thought I was a criminal, I’d be rich.”

Corso trails after her through the concourse bazaar of the Old Galactic Market. “But Captain, you are a criminal.”

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Corso tends to sprawl out on the bed, make a bit of a nest of blankets, and stay there until the morning. Krenth either snuggles up to him and dozes on and off, getting up frequently to check on the ship, or crashes (often face-down) and sleeps long and hard.

Corso’s usually the first one up; he’ll shower if he needs to, make breakfast, get dressed, and then wake Krenth. She, in turn, shuffles out to the galley to eat in her pajamas and then shuffles back to their room to get dressed. She’s not good at waking up.

They do have a daily ritual, but it happens in the evening before bed. Krenth always checks in on Corso- asks about his day, talks about what they did, often while snuggling. Then he goes to settle into bed while she does final checks on the Honor.

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

If they do, it’s because Corso brings it up.

They don’t really talk about religion; both are agnostic and the conversation would go like “What do you think comes after death?” “I don’t know. What do you think?” “I don’t know.”

Corso has to propose three times before Krenth agrees. And even then, she only agrees because he insists he wants Giry to have her parents married. (Krenth doesn’t feel that Corso will always be happy with her.)

The conversation about children comes shortly after the end of Act 2. I don’t want to go into too many story spoilers, but to Corso’s surprise, Krenth agrees that she’ll be happy to have children with him when the time is right. Ironically, when the time is right, they have trouble conceiving, and are starting to wonder about adopting by the time Giry comes along.

They don’t talk about death; it seems something that shouldn’t be mentioned, considering their line of work. It’s really only discussed once, very late in their personal storyline.

22. Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

Corso: I'd like your permission to seek your hand, Captain.

6. During wedding vows.

"Do you, Corso Riggs, take this woman to be your wife?" the droid drones.

Corso nods, swallowing a lump in his throat before he can say "I do."

"Do you, Krenth Beeska, take this man to be your husband?"

"I- oh." Krenth looks down at the slightly grubby toddler tugging on her pants. "What is it, pateesa?"

"Up," Giry Riggs demands quietly.

Krenth crouches and hefts her daughter onto her hip with a groan. "What do you think, pateesa? Should I go along with this silly idea of your papa's?"

Giry nods as she sticks her fist in her mouth. Krenth kisses her daughter's forehead before looking back to Corso.

32. do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

Krenth calls him “Riggsy” when she’s teasing him, and Corso uses “Captain” as a term of affection.

33. how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc)

“Are you trying t’ flirt with me?”

The mercenary looks away and doesn’t reply.

“I’m not complaining. I’ve lost too much blood t’ tell.”