They're not that cold. [ you baby. he didn't need to hiss in a breath when she touched him because it was clearly her cold hands.
even as she's massaging the tired muscles of his back, she finds herself lingering on scars that look familiar to her. not because she was there when it happened and not even because she's seen them before, but because they match her own. there's a blaster, there's a knife, there's a smattering a shrapnel probably from an explosion, there's a-- her hand stills on one perfectly straight scar. ] Vibroblade?
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even as she's massaging the tired muscles of his back, she finds herself lingering on scars that look familiar to her. not because she was there when it happened and not even because she's seen them before, but because they match her own. there's a blaster, there's a knife, there's a smattering a shrapnel probably from an explosion, there's a-- her hand stills on one perfectly straight scar. ] Vibroblade?