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ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [community profile] literaldumpsterfire 2018-05-24 02:17 am (UTC)

[ Her blade retracts with a whir, but she can still only smell burnt ozone and singed skin. The only functional thought process she has is a constant mantra — leave, leave, leave — in her frantic need to flee from it. From the darkness that thrums approvingly inside of her, satiated, and a ship that has brought them both nothing but constant misery.

Ben's fingertips just barely skim hers, but she spares a few moments to intertwining their hands as she hits the release on the escape pod in question. She offers him a place in its confines first; with what limited space they have, it's logical that he should take the most of it so she can find a way to slot into the spaces between, fitting them both inside.

Predictably, it's as awkward as she thought it would be. Her back aches from pointedly trying not to squirm and jab an elbow into his nose — which is, all things considered, easier said than done when they're smashed together in such a small container. The uneasy truth is that she can feel everything, hear everything; the smell of his shampoo is in her nose and his heart drums beneath her ear, and she's so unnerved by the closeness and his invasion of her senses that she scrambles out immediately once they've been pulled into the Falcon's cargo bay.
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