fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (It's not somethign I wish to discuss)
Adele LeBlanc ([personal profile] fleurdesel) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs 2012-02-23 09:43 am (UTC)

[There was nothing to be said. Not really. She knew...so little, now that she thinks on it, of Ben. Even with the movies. How he is here, she knows, but beyond that, he is something of a mystery. It only just now clicks that she's trusted him with so much, so quickly. It was almost antithetical to how she was with everyone else- how she was accustomed to treating others, and how she was accustomed to being treated. For a heartbeat, staring down at her aching hand, she wonders why.

Honesty. Integrity. Compassion. Sincerity. Traits she has seen far too little of in her life. Traits Ben has in spades. No matter his failures, he was, is, and ever shall be a good man, an honorable Jedi Knight. That much she knows. Of that, she is certain.

When Ben releases her hand she takes a moment to rub her palm and knuckles, leaning into his side. Her head finds that little curve, that faint nook easily enough and she closes her eyes. She's seen the ending before. Right now she's content to breathe for Ben, should he need it.]

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