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MEME // MIRAX TERRIK || @pulsarskate​ asked:  ❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

“You’re just trying to cheer me up.”  He accused, but there was no real menace or venom in his voice.  Instead, he did give a small smile, looking down and away from her before looking back, that bittersweet smile lingering.  

“Thanks.” He said, a higher tug of one side of his lips betraying his sincerity.  

“It wasn’t going to work out.  I think -- I think I knew that for a long time.” Longer than he cared to admit, longer than he really could admit anyway.  

“What?” He asked, reaching up to rub his beard.  “I don’t think it’s that bad.” He was sure Leia would disagree, but this was what happened when he spent several months out away from civilization looking for ancient Jedi artifacts, and didn’t really want to bother with shaving daily.  

@pulsarskate​  ' Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ' - deathless

“I’ve had my own string of it.” He knew exactly what she meant-- though, Luke himself didn’t believe much in luck.  “The Force has put me right where I need to be every time.”  Even if that meant being put in a position to lose his hand, to be attacked by a wampa, to witness the destruction of the Rebel Fleet.  Each stint of bad luck had brought him something or taught him something he needed.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as bad luck any more. Or good luck, really.

@pulsarskate​:  ‘  you scare me a little  ’ - between you and these bones

It was a sobering thing to hear, and he wasn’t above admitting that it stung as well.  He wasn’t trying to frighten anyone, least of all Mirax, who he was actually --... quite fond of.  But he knew that people were afraid of him, of what he coudl do.  Some still might be afraid that he was his father’s son and capable of the same things Vader had been capable of.  

And the worst part was, after everything was said and done and all the deaths were tallied-- maybe they had a point. 

“I’m sorry, Mirax.” He said sincerely, clamping down on the more raw emotions: guilt, doubt, pain.  He didn’t want to frighten her more by making her think he was erratic.  None of this was new to him; he knew how to control it.  “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”  He faltered, lost for what to say next, clasping his loose gloves against his palm in an anxious gesture. 

@pulsarskate:  “Once he got what he wanted from me, he just blew me off.” from pulsarskate !

What little knowledge Luke had about smuggling and the criminal underworld came second hand from Lando and Han, despite once having had a sizable bounty on his own head.  With that said, he was sure that one of the more experienced criminals he called family would have nodded sagely and said sometimes that was how things went-- but that didn’t seem fair at all.  Even in the criminal underworld, there had to be some goodness and kindness and fairness-- he knew it; he’d seen it.  Han, Lando, Mirax and her father, Talon Karrde and Mara Jade-- Luke could go on listing smugglers who had always bene good and helpful to him (sometimes in a round about way, like kidnapping and threatening to kill him first, but you know, helpful in the end).  

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Mirax.” He said in sympathy, dialing his thoughts back in to the present moment.  “I don’t think anyone should be treated that way-- business or not.”  He didn’t know what he could do to make it better; but Luke wasn’t beyond trying any time he saw someone hurting.

This was a mistake.  

Luke should have known better.  Luke did know better.  Every single Corellian he’d ever met was easily able to drink him under the table, and Mirax was no exception. And yet, here he was, rubbing at his eyes as if that would help them focus, the other hand braced against the hull of the ship for balance. 

MEME // MIRAX TERRIK || @pulsarskate​ asked:  ❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

He looks at her for a long moment; not aside or away.  He’s not hiding, he looks her and holds her gaze, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth in thought -- as though he’s about to take a deep inhale and say something.  

But whatever he’s thinking, he keeps to himself until . . .