Memories chased through his mind with the fluid ease of cold silk plunging down planetary atmosphere, come and gone within split seconds, explosions of impacting water that mirror random details and fleeting moments ──── like following sunlight slanting down Luke’s side with his fingertips, tracing the fresh scars, thumbing the older marks that faded gray. A warm and sleepy smile. Strong arms wrapping around him, returning a sense of security he could no longer find on his own. Not since Tatooine. Not since the freeze.
A touch to his shoulder, followed by a quick, bright grin that eased the heavy onus of feasibility and duty. Arms parting blue waves. Swimming out into the Corellian ocean at night. Waves of an indigo painted
A touch to his shoulder, followed by a quick, bright grin that eased the heavy onus of feasibility and duty. Arms parting blue waves. Swimming out into the Corellian ocean at night. Waves of an indigo painted