open ✧ the time to fight is now

[realists]

☒ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ☒ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ ☒ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ☒ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ☒ ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡ

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[evasives]

He is a little surprised when she pulls his hand towards her, but there's only a hint of it. Cassian finds the tiniest of smiles growing on his face when she cleans off his cheek, and he uses his other hand to curl up and keep hers trapped there, focusing on that instead of her damp waist.

"Does that mean we can finally eat?"

[realists]

How dare he be so affectionate toward her, it's not fair at all. She has zero resistance. She would follow this man to the ends of the galaxy.

"Yeah. We can finally eat. Come on." Abandoning the hose -- she'll shut it off in a bit -- she draws her hand back with some reluctance, but loops her arm around his waist to drag him inside so they can dry off and change and finally eat.