[ She drawls in the process of untangling her hair from its signature style. Courtesy of their vigorous activity the night before, the buns have become dilapidated and disheveled and snag on their ties as she fights them loose.
The sincerity in her reply, meanwhile, indicates that she's accepted it as truth. The Force has interfered to lead her onto a new path, toward a new purpose, but she continues to grapple with the concept that she's of worth. Important, interesting, someone that would snare his attention so strongly. She's no one, after all. Just another orphaned scavenger that had been abandoned and forgotten by the rest of the galaxy.
Unraveled, her hair curtains her shoulders and clings wetly to their slope as she ducks lower. Once the tip of her chin slips beneath the water, she pushes up on the balls of her toes to return to her feet and wades over to the edge of the pool. Water drips from her skin and trickles across the cavern floor as she grips at its edge, though she doesn't soak him with it. ]
That sounds like an excuse.
[ She continues her earlier thought, looking at him pointedly. Yes, she had noticed that flare of interest while he had been watching her disrobe and step into her makeshift bath, and a smug smirk begins to curve at her lips like she's caught him in the act. Actual voyeur Ben Solo.]
are they ever pleased tho
[ She drawls in the process of untangling her hair from its signature style. Courtesy of their vigorous activity the night before, the buns have become dilapidated and disheveled and snag on their ties as she fights them loose.
The sincerity in her reply, meanwhile, indicates that she's accepted it as truth. The Force has interfered to lead her onto a new path, toward a new purpose, but she continues to grapple with the concept that she's of worth. Important, interesting, someone that would snare his attention so strongly. She's no one, after all. Just another orphaned scavenger that had been abandoned and forgotten by the rest of the galaxy.
Unraveled, her hair curtains her shoulders and clings wetly to their slope as she ducks lower. Once the tip of her chin slips beneath the water, she pushes up on the balls of her toes to return to her feet and wades over to the edge of the pool. Water drips from her skin and trickles across the cavern floor as she grips at its edge, though she doesn't soak him with it. ]
That sounds like an excuse.
[ She continues her earlier thought, looking at him pointedly. Yes, she had noticed that flare of interest while he had been watching her disrobe and step into her makeshift bath, and a smug smirk begins to curve at her lips like she's caught him in the act. Actual voyeur Ben Solo.]