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onlydoubts) wrote2017-02-14 09:34 pm
onlydoubts) wrote2017-02-14 09:34 pm
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OPEN RP POST
The mission goes off as planned, and he’s all the more grateful because it’s been a rough week of planning leading up to it, and even though it was something he’s done a million times, the amount of logistic bullshit involved had been making him lose sleep. He reaches the extraction point just as Bodhi swoops in closely—skillfully, as always.
Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.
“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”
Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.
“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”
Bodhi is waiting and ready, as planned with the jet, so when Bucky steps in, he's already closing the ramp and starting to pull away. Then they're picking up speed as they take off into the altitude.
As per usual, he doesn't consider it a success until they're well off and away, focus and tension still keeping him rigid in the seat until Bucky slides into the seat next to him. He drops his shoulders, relaxing an inch or two - but hands are still tight on the controls. The radio buzzes, and he picks it up, to report the extraction went off as planned. No hitches.
Thankfully. He heaves a sigh, hanging up.
Bucky saves him the trouble of reminding him to buckle up, and Bodhi shakes his head. "You mean you don't love this? Could have fooled me." He raises a brow. "Any unexpected trouble?"
As per usual, he doesn't consider it a success until they're well off and away, focus and tension still keeping him rigid in the seat until Bucky slides into the seat next to him. He drops his shoulders, relaxing an inch or two - but hands are still tight on the controls. The radio buzzes, and he picks it up, to report the extraction went off as planned. No hitches.
Thankfully. He heaves a sigh, hanging up.
Bucky saves him the trouble of reminding him to buckle up, and Bodhi shakes his head. "You mean you don't love this? Could have fooled me." He raises a brow. "Any unexpected trouble?"
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love running missions, especially if I get to have a little bit of fun along the way. Bonus if you’re picking me up cause Johnson ain’t a fan of talking — the guy straight up ignored everything I said off report last time! Seriously! What the hell! — but man the logistics on this baby were off the charts. Too much to keep track of that I don’t usually gotta do. I may as well have been running the damn thing, even if that ain’t my actual job to.”
As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.
As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.
Adjusting to the rule of the Rebellion was no different, in Galen's opinion, than adjusting to the ever-encroaching rule of the Empire had been. Like in his laboratory, he was watched constantly, and he knew that he would be held for trial should a new republic arise for his work upon the Death Star. It had destroyed Jedha, blew a crater so big into the planet that it had created a sort of ice age that would kill all life on the planet in time. It had destroyed Scarif, the waves of it rippling through the water yielding tsunamis that had devastated the islands, the buildings, and the lives of those who could not evacuate. And it had destroyed Alderaan with all of its power, blown the plant to cosmic dust and killed billions with but a single shot.
Which is why Galen wanders through the ancient temples long after dark, the twisting and narrow passages and small rooms converted to bunkers, storage, testing facilities. He was a stranger here, just as he had been on Coruscant. He was a captive, just as he had been on Valt. Certainly, some of the officers had thanked him for the flaw, for the weakness in the terrible machine he had wrought. But more had blamed him for creating the weapon. Even a few ex-imperials brought to the rebellion, like one former ISB agent named Kallus, avoided their association with him. For no matter what their sins had been, surely his was greater.
He was death. Destroyer of worlds.
But it appears he is not alone in his wanderings this night. At least not just him and his guard, some pilot or another who's name he kept forgetting due to their silence. He spots another pilot, far more familiar, and their name slips off his tongue as easy as water off an aquatic avian's feathers.
"Bodhi."
Which is why Galen wanders through the ancient temples long after dark, the twisting and narrow passages and small rooms converted to bunkers, storage, testing facilities. He was a stranger here, just as he had been on Coruscant. He was a captive, just as he had been on Valt. Certainly, some of the officers had thanked him for the flaw, for the weakness in the terrible machine he had wrought. But more had blamed him for creating the weapon. Even a few ex-imperials brought to the rebellion, like one former ISB agent named Kallus, avoided their association with him. For no matter what their sins had been, surely his was greater.
He was death. Destroyer of worlds.
But it appears he is not alone in his wanderings this night. At least not just him and his guard, some pilot or another who's name he kept forgetting due to their silence. He spots another pilot, far more familiar, and their name slips off his tongue as easy as water off an aquatic avian's feathers.
"Bodhi."
Bodhi isn't sleeping, either. Since arriving back on Yavin after escaping Scarif, he'd had a period of recovery from his injuries with the rest of the team in the med day. Now that he'd been cleared for duty, he mostly spends his time working in the hangar, doing mechanic work. It doesn't feel like it's enough to justify the resources spent to save him, or to replace his hand, but he's willing to do whatever job they'll give him. Until they decide to let him go or bring him on as a pilot.
For the most part, people don't give him too difficult of a time. There are still unruly soldiers that'll mutter imp as they pass by, but outside of his team -- all of which have been scattered, each doing their own thing, he keeps to himself a lot of the time. People are content to let it be that way, and that's fine by him.
Bodhi doesn't really expect automatic trust or respect. And maybe, a part of him feels... disappointed, in seeing the Rebellion for himself. They'd chose to stand down, even with the information Galen had provided, forcing the small band that couldn't sit by to act. And they'd let Jedha be, never once came to their aid -- Saw's rebels might have been a separate group, but they didn't make him feel welcome, either.
The base is quiet, as quiet as he's ever seen it -- but there are less people down these corridors, which gives him a chance to think and to brush away the remains of the nightmares that woke him up. His head jerks up, and he looks around at the familiar voice, he hadn't even know the man was here. He hadn't seen a whole lot of him, either.
"Galen? What are you doing here?"
For the most part, people don't give him too difficult of a time. There are still unruly soldiers that'll mutter imp as they pass by, but outside of his team -- all of which have been scattered, each doing their own thing, he keeps to himself a lot of the time. People are content to let it be that way, and that's fine by him.
Bodhi doesn't really expect automatic trust or respect. And maybe, a part of him feels... disappointed, in seeing the Rebellion for himself. They'd chose to stand down, even with the information Galen had provided, forcing the small band that couldn't sit by to act. And they'd let Jedha be, never once came to their aid -- Saw's rebels might have been a separate group, but they didn't make him feel welcome, either.
The base is quiet, as quiet as he's ever seen it -- but there are less people down these corridors, which gives him a chance to think and to brush away the remains of the nightmares that woke him up. His head jerks up, and he looks around at the familiar voice, he hadn't even know the man was here. He hadn't seen a whole lot of him, either.
"Galen? What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep, much to... Chiani's? Chara's? chagrin." He gives a soft, apologetic smile to the rather grumpy looking Pantoran pilot that seems to be guarding him. He smiles again at Bodhi, then pauses, looking at his hand. Without thinking he reaches out and takes it, examining the wires and the bare metal structure. Not covered with synth-flesh like some of the more extravagant models, but passable. Workable. He could still fly.
"You were injured on Scarif?" He asks. Of course he was. Jyn had been, too. And so had the others that had rescued him from Eadu- Cassian, Chirrut, Baze. Their names firmly cemented in his mind as those he owed his gratitude to. He does not answer as to why he is here, on this base, guarded, because that much should be obvious.
He's a prisoner of war, awaiting trial once all is said and done. One of the Empire's most valuable research scientists. And probably the most wanted man in the galaxy now that he had revealed the weakness of the Death Star.
"Are you on duty, or would you like to join Chitari and I?"
"You were injured on Scarif?" He asks. Of course he was. Jyn had been, too. And so had the others that had rescued him from Eadu- Cassian, Chirrut, Baze. Their names firmly cemented in his mind as those he owed his gratitude to. He does not answer as to why he is here, on this base, guarded, because that much should be obvious.
He's a prisoner of war, awaiting trial once all is said and done. One of the Empire's most valuable research scientists. And probably the most wanted man in the galaxy now that he had revealed the weakness of the Death Star.
"Are you on duty, or would you like to join Chitari and I?"
Bodhi nods, noticing the pilot for the first time, greeting them with a small smile. The hand is still something he's getting used to -- the wires and nerves, that work just as well as his own flesh and blood one. Even if they'd offered to give him something more, as if they could, or would on a defected pilot, not even of their own, he wouldn't take it. He twitches his fingers in Galen's grasp.
"Yeah, uh. There was a grenade, on the ship. I threw it, but not far enough, cause some shrapnel and some of the explosion, well." The burns were not serious, the hand had been the big one. "They couldn't save it." It had been his hand, or life. They went with the later, he couldn't complain much. And he hadn't even been as bad off as Chirrut had been. They'd all been in various stages of near death, when they'd been pulled off the beach. None of them had even thought that they'd make it back alive.
But they had, and they'd been able to see their efforts paid off when the Death Star exploded in the sky, thanks to some brave pilots.
Okay, it had been a dumb question. He just hadn't expected to see him up and out, so late. "Sure. I mean, no. I'm not on duty. Just couldn't sleep, either. I'll join you."
"Yeah, uh. There was a grenade, on the ship. I threw it, but not far enough, cause some shrapnel and some of the explosion, well." The burns were not serious, the hand had been the big one. "They couldn't save it." It had been his hand, or life. They went with the later, he couldn't complain much. And he hadn't even been as bad off as Chirrut had been. They'd all been in various stages of near death, when they'd been pulled off the beach. None of them had even thought that they'd make it back alive.
But they had, and they'd been able to see their efforts paid off when the Death Star exploded in the sky, thanks to some brave pilots.
Okay, it had been a dumb question. He just hadn't expected to see him up and out, so late. "Sure. I mean, no. I'm not on duty. Just couldn't sleep, either. I'll join you."
Galen doesn't let go of his hand. He holds it tight in his own, thumb still tracing against the wires, caressing it much like he once caressed Lyra's. Much as he had wanted to on Eadu, when the smallest whisper of affection was a dangerous curse. When Krennic was still... He shakes his head, but does not let go, tracing up the back of his hand with his thumb.
"Then walk with me. Chitani, would it be permissible...?" He looks over at the Pantoran, who scratches at the yellow tattoos on her cheek, an irritable look on her face.
"Fine, whatever, I need sleep anyway. Not like a scientist and a pilot can take over the galaxy." She grumbles as she waves her hand away, leaving Galen in Bodhi's charge. A grin splits Galen's face as he gently brings Bodhi's mechanical hand up to his lips.
"I have missed you, Bodhi Rook."
"Then walk with me. Chitani, would it be permissible...?" He looks over at the Pantoran, who scratches at the yellow tattoos on her cheek, an irritable look on her face.
"Fine, whatever, I need sleep anyway. Not like a scientist and a pilot can take over the galaxy." She grumbles as she waves her hand away, leaving Galen in Bodhi's charge. A grin splits Galen's face as he gently brings Bodhi's mechanical hand up to his lips.
"I have missed you, Bodhi Rook."
Bodhi watches the alien woman depart, blinking after her. He opens his mouth to ask if she's always been so... nice, and trusting but the words die in his throat when Galen presses his lips to his metal hand. His face heats slightly as something flutters in his chest at the openness. So many stolen moments on Eadu, when they'd had to be careful -- now they're standing here in an open hallway where anyone could walk by.
Granted, it was late so there was less of a chance of that, but...
His other hand goes to Galen's shoulder, solid and warm and real. He swallows thickly as happiness spreads.
"I missed you too, I -- I thought I was never gonna see you again."
Granted, it was late so there was less of a chance of that, but...
His other hand goes to Galen's shoulder, solid and warm and real. He swallows thickly as happiness spreads.
"I missed you too, I -- I thought I was never gonna see you again."
Edited 2017-07-08 04:11 (UTC)
(continued from here)
He could feel the warmth of Cassian's hand through the layers of blankets and found himself almost instantly, without thinking of it, leaning into it slightly. The room felt safer than his own had, like he'd left the shadows behind, and already he was feeling ... warm. Well, warmer.
Bodhi wasn't finished with his protests, though-- "Why don't we share? The blankets, I mean."
He could feel the warmth of Cassian's hand through the layers of blankets and found himself almost instantly, without thinking of it, leaning into it slightly. The room felt safer than his own had, like he'd left the shadows behind, and already he was feeling ... warm. Well, warmer.
Bodhi wasn't finished with his protests, though-- "Why don't we share? The blankets, I mean."
That… didn't register as a protest.
Cassian's eyebrows lift slightly. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. Just that he's doing a lot of it.
He doesn't actually think it's a proposition. Not beyond shared warmth and comfort. If even thought through that far. In a way, that can be more intimate than… Is that something he's willing to… …on the other hand, it's only logical, and not rare, when it's the only recourse. It's just that it's technically not in this case: there are other parts of the base where the heat is working.
On another hand yet (not human, obviously—a random thought that he realizes with a pang might actually be relevant) Cassian feels kind of… honored, by the trust on display here. For all Bodhi may think of himself as weak and fragile, he's shown remarkable determination and capacity for trying not let anyone else be affected by what he considers his own problems. For him to actually come to Cassian rather than try to cope all by himself… feels rather good.
In the end: no, he doesn't think Bodhi has really thought further than the offer in of itself… and probably just means while sitting upright… which begs the question: is that the only extent to which Cassian wants to take it? For Bodhi and for himself.
…Not much further. Just a little.
Cassian's unreadable pause probably seemed to set up a refusal. But instead, Cassian says, "Okay. Yes."
And he slid past Bodhi, back on the mattress, toward the wall. And lay down. Spacing and arm positioned in clear invitation for Bodhi to lie down next to him.
Cassian's eyebrows lift slightly. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. Just that he's doing a lot of it.
He doesn't actually think it's a proposition. Not beyond shared warmth and comfort. If even thought through that far. In a way, that can be more intimate than… Is that something he's willing to… …on the other hand, it's only logical, and not rare, when it's the only recourse. It's just that it's technically not in this case: there are other parts of the base where the heat is working.
On another hand yet (not human, obviously—a random thought that he realizes with a pang might actually be relevant) Cassian feels kind of… honored, by the trust on display here. For all Bodhi may think of himself as weak and fragile, he's shown remarkable determination and capacity for trying not let anyone else be affected by what he considers his own problems. For him to actually come to Cassian rather than try to cope all by himself… feels rather good.
In the end: no, he doesn't think Bodhi has really thought further than the offer in of itself… and probably just means while sitting upright… which begs the question: is that the only extent to which Cassian wants to take it? For Bodhi and for himself.
…Not much further. Just a little.
Cassian's unreadable pause probably seemed to set up a refusal. But instead, Cassian says, "Okay. Yes."
And he slid past Bodhi, back on the mattress, toward the wall. And lay down. Spacing and arm positioned in clear invitation for Bodhi to lie down next to him.
Cassian's face is an unreadable mask, save for the slight lift of his brow. Or maybe he's just not good at reading the spy yet, as he's used to more obvious tells. Bodhi sits, huddled under blankets and realizes that his question might have come off in a way that the other man wasn't comfortable with, or -- something else, he's not all that sure.
But he's starting to think that maybe he'd made a mistake, and Cassian could get some rest, better without him here. Reaching out to his team, his friends is still something he struggled with a great deal, as he wasn't used to it - he didn't tell them about the nightmares and difficulty sleeping.
Cassian surprises him when he agrees and gets up to sit next to Bodhi on the bed and not only that, lies down next to him. Now it's his turn to raise his brows, and stare blankly for a moment. "Oh. Alright." Only a moment, before he's shifting to better lay down next to him. When he's situated and comfortable, he throws the blankets over Cassian.
But he's starting to think that maybe he'd made a mistake, and Cassian could get some rest, better without him here. Reaching out to his team, his friends is still something he struggled with a great deal, as he wasn't used to it - he didn't tell them about the nightmares and difficulty sleeping.
Cassian surprises him when he agrees and gets up to sit next to Bodhi on the bed and not only that, lies down next to him. Now it's his turn to raise his brows, and stare blankly for a moment. "Oh. Alright." Only a moment, before he's shifting to better lay down next to him. When he's situated and comfortable, he throws the blankets over Cassian.
Cassian accepts the portion of the blankets readily, helps settle them flat around them both. Then, seamlessly, naturally, slips his arm around Bodhi and presses his chest to the other man's back.
The hold was light. Not meant to restrain. If Bodhi wanted to move away, it wouldn't take any struggle. But Cassian's arm isn't entirely slack; exerting just enough pressure to communicate, try to give, support. Comfort. His hand rests lightly near Bodhi's chest.
Cassian's voice is quiet, vibrating through the pillow to the back of Bodhi's head. "Still all right?"
The hold was light. Not meant to restrain. If Bodhi wanted to move away, it wouldn't take any struggle. But Cassian's arm isn't entirely slack; exerting just enough pressure to communicate, try to give, support. Comfort. His hand rests lightly near Bodhi's chest.
Cassian's voice is quiet, vibrating through the pillow to the back of Bodhi's head. "Still all right?"
Edited 2017-08-19 04:52 (UTC)
Bodhi settles, starting a little when Cassian throws an arm over him -- he can still move, he tests this briefly, and when he's satisfied, he lets himself settle into the loose grasp. Relax. Far more relaxed than he'd felt before, he's already feeling the sleep that had avoided him for so long beginning to creep up on him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright." He blinks, the warmth and comfort much needed and welcome. "Thanks," He gets out, around a barely suppressed yawn, "For letting me stay. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright." He blinks, the warmth and comfort much needed and welcome. "Thanks," He gets out, around a barely suppressed yawn, "For letting me stay. Are you alright?"
Edited 2017-08-28 19:58 (UTC)
Cassian relaxes too. Much as he was trained to read symptoms and know their remedies… it could have gone either way. Normally he would ask but with hardprogrammed self-denying (damn the Empire long before Bor Gullet) Bodhi…
"I'm good," he murmured. His breath now warmly stirring the hair on the back of Bodhi's neck, as Cassian, who'd still been holding back in case this had been met badly, now let himself sink fully into the bed and the other man. "Very comfortable. Glad you trust me. Would have understood if not… probably still less awkward than some times with people who liked each other less but had to be naked."
"I'm good," he murmured. His breath now warmly stirring the hair on the back of Bodhi's neck, as Cassian, who'd still been holding back in case this had been met badly, now let himself sink fully into the bed and the other man. "Very comfortable. Glad you trust me. Would have understood if not… probably still less awkward than some times with people who liked each other less but had to be naked."
Bodhi falls into silence, for a moment - focusing on the tickle of Cassian's breath on the back of his neck that has a slow smile on his face, eyes closing briefly. Being accepted, asking for help -- that's all new for him.
But he can't say he's disappointed with the result. Late at night with only his doubts and second guesses, he would wonder if the others were just putting up with him because they had to. A line of thinking he's come to reject, but it still sometimes crept up -- now it's hard to give that thought much weight.
"I trust you." He mutters, turning his head back slightly to reiterate the point -- but he can't quite look all the way back without dislodging him and changing his mostly comfortable position, so he's looking back quickly. "Ha. I think we're good here, clothes on."
But he can't say he's disappointed with the result. Late at night with only his doubts and second guesses, he would wonder if the others were just putting up with him because they had to. A line of thinking he's come to reject, but it still sometimes crept up -- now it's hard to give that thought much weight.
"I trust you." He mutters, turning his head back slightly to reiterate the point -- but he can't quite look all the way back without dislodging him and changing his mostly comfortable position, so he's looking back quickly. "Ha. I think we're good here, clothes on."
"Good," murmured Cassian. "Though if you're ever really freezing, it's the most effective…"
He stops himself from automatically going into pragmatic survival talk. It's only habit. Not his actual frame of mind.
He makes that point by sliding his cheek against Bodhi's as the other man had turned his head.
Setting a slow, deep rhythm for them both as he breathed.
"Any time you have trouble sleeping," said Cassian quietly. "I always do."
He stops himself from automatically going into pragmatic survival talk. It's only habit. Not his actual frame of mind.
He makes that point by sliding his cheek against Bodhi's as the other man had turned his head.
Setting a slow, deep rhythm for them both as he breathed.
"Any time you have trouble sleeping," said Cassian quietly. "I always do."
"I'll keep that in mind if we're ever stuck in extreme cold..." He mutters around another yawn. He doesn't mind the survival talk, and well -- considering the temperatures of their base it might come in handy to know someday ...
But the other things, the light touch of his cheek, stubble of his facial hair against his skin and own hair - and the light pattern of his breath that he finds himself instinctively following... are what Bodhi finds himself focusing on.
"I didn't know that, but... my door is open to you too, Cassian."
But the other things, the light touch of his cheek, stubble of his facial hair against his skin and own hair - and the light pattern of his breath that he finds himself instinctively following... are what Bodhi finds himself focusing on.
"I didn't know that, but... my door is open to you too, Cassian."
He meant to say Thank you. It came out more as, "Mmmhmmmph…" But so relaxed and contented a sound, and again the vibration against Bodhi's skin, the same meaning probably came across.
Cassian's breathing—gently tidal against Bodhi's back, counterbalancing the soft press of hands in front and arms around—has evened, deepened, slowed so much, he definitely seems to have dropped off to sleep.
…Though if he were talking in his sleep, it probably wouldn't be to belatedly murmur, "Reveille's gonna go off at oh-five-hundred. Sorry. You don't have to get up when it does."
[ooc: I can give Cas a nightmare in a bit to mix things up if you like ;-) ]
Cassian's breathing—gently tidal against Bodhi's back, counterbalancing the soft press of hands in front and arms around—has evened, deepened, slowed so much, he definitely seems to have dropped off to sleep.
…Though if he were talking in his sleep, it probably wouldn't be to belatedly murmur, "Reveille's gonna go off at oh-five-hundred. Sorry. You don't have to get up when it does."
[ooc: I can give Cas a nightmare in a bit to mix things up if you like ;-) ]
Edited 2017-10-01 22:06 (UTC)
[ ooc: DO IT c: ]
A small sleepy smile crosses his face as he feels Cassian begin to fall asleep against him, and Bodhi finds himself looking back carefully as not to disturb the other man before settling back against the pillows. So utterly warm, and content.
Who'd have guessed that his asking for help would've been so beneficial to them both?
His hands come to rest on the other man's own as his own breathing evens out further and he's finally able to close his eyes and keep them that way for the first time all night.
"G'night, Cass..."
A small sleepy smile crosses his face as he feels Cassian begin to fall asleep against him, and Bodhi finds himself looking back carefully as not to disturb the other man before settling back against the pillows. So utterly warm, and content.
Who'd have guessed that his asking for help would've been so beneficial to them both?
His hands come to rest on the other man's own as his own breathing evens out further and he's finally able to close his eyes and keep them that way for the first time all night.
"G'night, Cass..."
Lapsing into the language of… somewhere (he's never mentioned anything about home planets or heritage) …Cassian murmured back, "Que duermas bien, Bodh…" Either inventing a nickname or one of them drifting off before the last syllable.
* * *
It wasn't reveille that disturbed their rest. It wasn't yet 0500.
It was a sudden spasm that seemed to pass through Cassian's whole body. With it came some inhuman sound from the back of his throat, and his arms tightening hard around Bodhi.
Then—still asleep? waking himself and horrified at so nearly hurting Bodhi…?—Cassian's arms abruptly withdrawing, and him turning over abruptly to put his face against the wall. Still shaking.
It wasn't reveille that disturbed their rest. It wasn't yet 0500.
It was a sudden spasm that seemed to pass through Cassian's whole body. With it came some inhuman sound from the back of his throat, and his arms tightening hard around Bodhi.
Then—still asleep? waking himself and horrified at so nearly hurting Bodhi…?—Cassian's arms abruptly withdrawing, and him turning over abruptly to put his face against the wall. Still shaking.
At first, Bodhi isn't sure what dragged him back into consciousness. The tightening grasp of the -- no, that wasn't right. He hadn't been having a nightmare. And while on some nights he'll wake from said nightmare heart racing, still reliving what had transpired in Saw Gerrera's lair, this isn't one of those times.
It's Cassian's room.
Blinking sleep from his eyes, sits up and finds the other man on his side, shaking. Concerned, he reaches out to pull him back to the present -- hesitating only briefly before laying his hand on his shoulder. "Cassian? Cassian, it's okay.. You're okay." He coaxed. "Can you look at me?"
It's Cassian's room.
Blinking sleep from his eyes, sits up and finds the other man on his side, shaking. Concerned, he reaches out to pull him back to the present -- hesitating only briefly before laying his hand on his shoulder. "Cassian? Cassian, it's okay.. You're okay." He coaxed. "Can you look at me?"
au after bodhi tells him that he got killed and poe takes him home
flightforfreedom
2017-10-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
He flew Bodhi straight home to his house that night.
He tried (somewhat vainly) to take his mind off it, but in truth, Poe was raging on the inside. The hatred that he had built for Hux was just layered even more deeply. But for some reason, the more he tried to focus on hating Hux, the more it was replaced with just worrying about Bodhi. Who had hurt him didn't - actually matter as much as he thought it did.
Maeve was out and Finn was already asleep by the time they arrived, so Poe gave him the tour.
"And this is my room," He added as they stepped inside. It was extremely clean - his bed was made perfectly, to the point you could bounce a penny on it. His sheets, however, were covered in pictures of fighter jets from a cartoon called - simply - JETS!. He also had a bunch of models of different kinds of planes from this particular world - and one on his desk that looked like a few pieces of an X-Wing that he was putting together, commandeered from several other model kits. He was already taking off his jacket.
"You can bunk with me, if you want. Or I can take the couch, and you can take my bed, totally up to you. You thirsty?"
He tried (somewhat vainly) to take his mind off it, but in truth, Poe was raging on the inside. The hatred that he had built for Hux was just layered even more deeply. But for some reason, the more he tried to focus on hating Hux, the more it was replaced with just worrying about Bodhi. Who had hurt him didn't - actually matter as much as he thought it did.
Maeve was out and Finn was already asleep by the time they arrived, so Poe gave him the tour.
"And this is my room," He added as they stepped inside. It was extremely clean - his bed was made perfectly, to the point you could bounce a penny on it. His sheets, however, were covered in pictures of fighter jets from a cartoon called - simply - JETS!. He also had a bunch of models of different kinds of planes from this particular world - and one on his desk that looked like a few pieces of an X-Wing that he was putting together, commandeered from several other model kits. He was already taking off his jacket.
"You can bunk with me, if you want. Or I can take the couch, and you can take my bed, totally up to you. You thirsty?"
Bodhi is quiet, most of the time on the ride over to Poe's place. He's greatful, for the offer of letting him stay for a few days. It means a change of scenery, and he enjoys the other man's company -- it can take his mind off of things.
Everything is quiet when they get in, already different from his own house at this time of the night. Once in Poe's room, he can't help the smile, seeing all of his fighter jet memorabilia. He looks down at the bed, raising a brow.
"Jets, huh? Isn't that a television program?"
With another look at the jets and models, he nods. "Something to drink is fine, but... I'll be okay on the sofa." Sometimes he stays out there and watches dumb programs until he falls asleep. Which... he probably won't do here as not to wake anyone up, but the point is -- he has no issue with the sofa.
Everything is quiet when they get in, already different from his own house at this time of the night. Once in Poe's room, he can't help the smile, seeing all of his fighter jet memorabilia. He looks down at the bed, raising a brow.
"Jets, huh? Isn't that a television program?"
With another look at the jets and models, he nods. "Something to drink is fine, but... I'll be okay on the sofa." Sometimes he stays out there and watches dumb programs until he falls asleep. Which... he probably won't do here as not to wake anyone up, but the point is -- he has no issue with the sofa.
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"Trust me, you don't want to be on the sofa when Maeve gets up." He offers a laugh. "She is not exactly a morning person. Don't worry about it, you're my guest. Not about to put you out on the couch."
He has a few bottles in his room, one of which is whiskey, and none of which look like he drinks from them regularly. In fact it takes him a couple minutes to remember where he stashed the glasses.
"Yeah, I haven't seen the show, but I thought the sheets were hilarious. Then they just kind of grew on me. Ah- there we go--" Finding the glasses, he pulled them out with a grin. "Whiskey? I think we've got beer in the kitchen, too, if you'd rather."
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