[ Her embrace tightens around him, and he swears he can hear his name on her lips against his hair, and for a moment he feels like maybe she loves him after all. Maybe all this is just bravado and posturing and--
But then she gets up, and Poe's throat clenches hard, and he just feels hollow - longing so much for something that he can't have, but can't stop himself stealing pieces of, anyway. Fuck. Fuck, he's an idiot. Why the fuck does he do this to himself?
Her dry tone cuts the silence and a flare of despair grips him again but he pushes through it. What else was there to do? He didn't want anyone else. He just wanted to be with her, for as long as she would let him.
He just wished she loved him, too. ]
Looks like it. [ But he doesn't have the heart to put the humour back in it. And he doesn't have the strength to give her the honest answer - that he'd missed her more than anything.
Slowly, he pushed himself out of the bath, dark hair pressed in wet ringlets against his forehead. He went for his wand but only just barely whisked the water from himself. He left his hair damp. ]
Think our luck is good enough that someone thought to leave us robes?
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But then she gets up, and Poe's throat clenches hard, and he just feels hollow - longing so much for something that he can't have, but can't stop himself stealing pieces of, anyway. Fuck. Fuck, he's an idiot. Why the fuck does he do this to himself?
Her dry tone cuts the silence and a flare of despair grips him again but he pushes through it. What else was there to do? He didn't want anyone else. He just wanted to be with her, for as long as she would let him.
He just wished she loved him, too. ]
Looks like it. [ But he doesn't have the heart to put the humour back in it. And he doesn't have the strength to give her the honest answer - that he'd missed her more than anything.
Slowly, he pushed himself out of the bath, dark hair pressed in wet ringlets against his forehead. He went for his wand but only just barely whisked the water from himself. He left his hair damp. ]
Think our luck is good enough that someone thought to leave us robes?