[ He'll be there when Han Solo arrives, waiting with ill-disguised impatience. His lightsaber is clipped to his side, his glass shoulder swaddled in fabric and buried under layers of clothing. He holds himself rigid—there's no concealing the infirmity when he moves. ] Well? [ His voice rings out before Han can speak. There's an edge to it, an eagerness.
Beneath the canopy of stars he looks small. They both do. ]
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Date: 2016-07-20 11:30 pm (UTC)[ He'll be there when Han Solo arrives, waiting with ill-disguised impatience. His lightsaber is clipped to his side, his glass shoulder swaddled in fabric and buried under layers of clothing. He holds himself rigid—there's no concealing the infirmity when he moves. ] Well? [ His voice rings out before Han can speak. There's an edge to it, an eagerness.
Beneath the canopy of stars he looks small. They both do. ]