[ His fingers practically chase the warmth of the cavern of her mouth as she pulls away. Watching her lifts something in him, just slightly. There's a war waging on around them, burning at the galaxy and destroying and gnawing and ripping chaos across the stars. And here she was- the last Jedi, able to act as if all that mattered was the both of them on this tiny forgotten planet in the middle of no where. He won't let his thoughts drift to his uncle, but it was an insane prospect. ]
What I want and what I receive are often two very different things.
[ An honest admission, but he doesn't mean any harm by it. Made clear as he accepts her hand, fingers curling into hers and showing her his clear intention to be guided where ever she saw fit. ]
Somehow I read Beyonce in the middle of your tag
What I want and what I receive are often two very different things.
[ An honest admission, but he doesn't mean any harm by it. Made clear as he accepts her hand, fingers curling into hers and showing her his clear intention to be guided where ever she saw fit. ]