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ladykfPROMPT: Looking at her was like looking for stars in the night sky; the longer you looked, the more you saw.
I absolutely ship Corso with my lady smuggler, and this made me think of something he might say.
You know, on the surface, she seemed pretty simple. Not like stupid simple or shallow or anything like that, just… she’d breezed into Ord Mantell like it was nothing even though she was diving into a war zone. There was a bounce in her step, a smirk on her lips, and when Skavak screwed us over she was just mad about her ship.
Of course, after a while I realized she was Corellian, and flying was in her blood; that ship was so much more to the captain - it was home, it was independence, it was freedom. She’d paid the whole thing off, done the custom work by hand or overseen the jobs too big for just one little lady. Over time, I picked up more about her - there were a lot of things Sahare talked about real easy, and it was impressive. She was younger than me, you know, but she’d done so much more. For a while, I was pretty convinced all she could possibly see looking at me was just this farmboy playing mercenary. Good kid, smart enough and good with a blaster but she was leagues above me when it came to just living.
Some of that she didn’t talk about, but I picked things up slowly from watching her. I watched her a lot, actually, especially in the beginning. Not like a stalker or nothin’ but just because it hit me after a while that I had absolutely no clue what I’d really committed myself to. The things we went through together, things she barely bat a lash at, threw me for a loop more often than not.
So yeah, I watched her. To learn from her, and later to learn about her. The crazy assasin droid that travelled with her - us, since I came along - was actually more of a help than I’d realized. He was casually cruel and bloodthirsty, bitingly sarcastic and it took a long time before I could look into those green optics and not feel like he was calculating my death. I’m still not too sure he doesn’t some times, but I’m pretty sure if he does, it’s just something he does because it’s written straight into his code. It’s been a while, and I’m still alive, so that says somethin’ right?
I still watch her, though she lets on that she notices these days. Asks me what I see, sometimes, and sometimes I tell her whatever new bit I’ve figured out. Sometimes I just remind her how amazing she is. And she is. Amazing, I mean. I watch her do all sorts of mundane things, and even just those… it’s amazing, but the longer I watch her, the more I find I didn’t know yet. That I want to know. She burns with the light of the stars and the depth of space, and I want to explore it all.
Heh, she’d laugh if I told her that, though.
I absolutely ship Corso with my lady smuggler, and this made me think of something he might say.
You know, on the surface, she seemed pretty simple. Not like stupid simple or shallow or anything like that, just… she’d breezed into Ord Mantell like it was nothing even though she was diving into a war zone. There was a bounce in her step, a smirk on her lips, and when Skavak screwed us over she was just mad about her ship.
Of course, after a while I realized she was Corellian, and flying was in her blood; that ship was so much more to the captain - it was home, it was independence, it was freedom. She’d paid the whole thing off, done the custom work by hand or overseen the jobs too big for just one little lady. Over time, I picked up more about her - there were a lot of things Sahare talked about real easy, and it was impressive. She was younger than me, you know, but she’d done so much more. For a while, I was pretty convinced all she could possibly see looking at me was just this farmboy playing mercenary. Good kid, smart enough and good with a blaster but she was leagues above me when it came to just living.
Some of that she didn’t talk about, but I picked things up slowly from watching her. I watched her a lot, actually, especially in the beginning. Not like a stalker or nothin’ but just because it hit me after a while that I had absolutely no clue what I’d really committed myself to. The things we went through together, things she barely bat a lash at, threw me for a loop more often than not.
So yeah, I watched her. To learn from her, and later to learn about her. The crazy assasin droid that travelled with her - us, since I came along - was actually more of a help than I’d realized. He was casually cruel and bloodthirsty, bitingly sarcastic and it took a long time before I could look into those green optics and not feel like he was calculating my death. I’m still not too sure he doesn’t some times, but I’m pretty sure if he does, it’s just something he does because it’s written straight into his code. It’s been a while, and I’m still alive, so that says somethin’ right?
I still watch her, though she lets on that she notices these days. Asks me what I see, sometimes, and sometimes I tell her whatever new bit I’ve figured out. Sometimes I just remind her how amazing she is. And she is. Amazing, I mean. I watch her do all sorts of mundane things, and even just those… it’s amazing, but the longer I watch her, the more I find I didn’t know yet. That I want to know. She burns with the light of the stars and the depth of space, and I want to explore it all.
Heh, she’d laugh if I told her that, though.
