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I love how you write dialogue. It had a natural and believable flow.
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #4: Oberyn (Aphelion) - A Kiss in the Rain
The fourth prompt response for this event is one that I combined thanks to requests from @the-blind-assassin-12 and @oberynslady - I hope you don't mind!
This features the pairing from Aphelion, and takes place after the place the current chapters leave them - roughly a week and a half or so into the future. It's not much, but I hope it tides anyone that's waiting for a new Aphelion chapter over for a little while.
Thank you both for requesting this, I hope you like it!
Word Count: 2,379
“It never rains in LA.” You were standing in front of the windows in the main room, arms crossed over your chest. “I mean it does, but not often. This is …” Trailing off, you closed your eyes and took a breath. “This is perfect weather.”
“In Dorne,” Oberyn spoke up from behind you, the man’s voice carrying from where he laid on the couch. “In Dorne, my home was right against the water.”
“I’ve read a lot about Sunspear.” You uncrossed your arms, using a fingertip to trace along the same path one of the raindrops took, following the movement with your eyes. “The pictures made it look beautiful, Oberyn.”
“It was.” He paused. “It is.” You heard the couch springs creak gently as he moved, and then saw the faint outline of him in the glass as he stepped toward you. Oberyn stopped just behind where you stood, one of his arms winding around your waist, his other hand landing on your upper arm and squeezing. “Someday I will show it to you.”
The possibility of that happening made your heart slam against your ribs, lips parting in shock. It meant that he was still banking on the plan working, that even though the Lannisters knew he’d survived the Mountain’s attack and the element of surprise was all but gone, Oberyn still believed that there would be an after for him. And for me. And for all of us. “I’d like to see it. I’ve heard the tour’s really good.”
“It’s even better when I am the one leading it.” I don’t doubt that. He urged you to step back and lean into him, Oberyn supporting your weight against his broad chest. “They only know so much. And there are plenty of secrets hidden within the walls. The same is true for the Water Gardens.”
You didn’t doubt it - and the idea of being shown around either place by Oberyn himself made you smile, both hands settling over his on your stomach. “What does that have to do with the rain, though?”
“The Summer Sea is very warm and usually very calm.” He hummed, resting his chin against the side of your head. “But when it turned stormy?” Oberyn paused, his grip on you tightening. “The rain was mesmerizing. Doran and Elia and I used to watch it for hours as children, staying safe within the palace. We would get wet sometimes, of course, especially when the wind was strong, because the places with the best views had no glass in the windows.”
“My apartment has …” Swallowing hard, you winced at the thought of your apartment, the rooms sitting dark and empty, all of your belongings inside. “The balcony. It’s not as big as this one, and I’m not as high up, but it’s covered. I sit out there and enjoy the storms, but like I said, it doesn’t happen much.”
“Ellaria hates the rain.” He laughed quietly, pressing a kiss against your hair. “It is probably because of where and how she grew up, so I cannot blame her, but …”
“So she’s probably miserable right now.” He agreed, but then went silent, giving both of you time to think. The woman, Tyene and Toban were out hunting, though they’d all left at different times to ensure that they weren’t putting themselves at risk. Oberyn, on the other hand, had decided not to leave the apartment, choosing to stay behind and ensure your safety - because you couldn’t leave, and with the exception of the balcony and rooftop, hadn’t stepped foot outside of the building since the week before.
You didn’t mind staying in that day, the quiet of the penthouse and your first real time alone with the man in over a week a welcome change. Especially since we probably won’t get another chance like this until … after. That was something you didn’t want to dwell on, and when Oberyn said your name, the sound of his voice filled with concern, you shook your head to clear your thoughts, turning in his arms to face him. “You look worried.”
“I’m not worried, Oberyn. I’m just …” Settling your hands on his waist, you bit your lip. “It’s nice to have the place to ourselves for a little while, but it’s weird, too, because -”
“Because we haven’t been alone in days.” He nodded, the man’s eyes glinting with amusement. “But you are worried. I can feel it. Ellaria’s blood is not as prevalent inside of me anymore, but I can still…” He ran his hands up and down your bare arms, briefly frowning. “I can sense it.”
“The closer we get to the wedding, Oberyn, the more I wonder…” You leaned back, resting your head on the glass. “The more I wonder how many more minutes like this we’ll have. Even if… when our plan works, it’s all going to move so quickly. And then afterward, you’ll have so much to deal with, and you and Ellaria and Toban and Tyene will be -”
You stopped speaking when Oberyn backed away from you, his hands sliding from your body and falling to his sides. I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have … I ruined it. “Give me your hand.” The words were a gentle command, and you did as he asked, settling your palm against his. He curled his fingers around yours, pulling you away from the glass and to the right. What are we doing? Where is he -
He unlocked the door and slid it open in one smooth movement, pulling you outside and into the rain without speaking again. “Oberyn, what are you -”
He didn’t let go, though he put space between you, squeezing your hand as he tilted his head back, his lips curving up and into a smile while the water began to soak into his hair and clothing. Mine too. We’re going to be… fuck it.
You laughed as you pulled your hand free from his and stepped to the edge of the balcony, gripping the railing and then leaning over, watching the cars inch their way through traffic 20 stories beneath you. It was a warm rain, and when you looked back at the man a few seconds later, you smiled at the sight. I’m never going to get tired of looking at him.
Oberyn’s face was still upturned, his hands on his hips and the material of his t-shirt molded to his body. He was grinning, the smile bright against the dark clouds behind him… and when he lowered his head to meet your eyes, it grew wider. “What?”
“When we were in the other apartment, and I took you outside to be in the sun, you looked …” Swiping a hand over your face to get the water out of your eyes, you shook your head. “The sunlight suits you, Oberyn. But somehow, so does this.”
“I am very adaptable.” He sauntered toward you, hands still firmly in place. “The only thing I do not like is the cold. I tolerate it, but I prefer warmth, even if it means getting wet at the same time.”
“A true viper.” He smirked at the words, lifting one hand and settling it against the side of your throat. You leaned into his touch, his thumb sliding slowly back and forth over the mark he’d put there. The familiar heat spread from the source, your feet shuffling a half step forward, but Oberyn never took his eyes off of your face, the man staring down at you wordlessly.
You reached up then, pushing his hair back and away from his forehead, fingers curving as they raked through the hair behind his ear. He let you touch him, standing absolutely still while you traced the line of his jaw. Beads of water collected in his beard before they dripped down, splashing to the concrete beneath your feet.
You searched his face, focusing on the details: the honey tones in his irises, the freckles that stood out against his golden skin, the slight furrow of his brow, even though his expression was otherwise relaxed. He was almost impossibly beautiful, the set of his lips and the curve of his neck the embodiment of every fantasy you’d ever conjured up - but he was solid beneath your touch, his presence undeniable - just like the look in his eyes as he stared right back at you.
Standing with him in the rain, the man’s full attention on you, it was difficult to believe that you’d only known him for a short time - that Oberyn’s appearance in your life had signaled the type of change that meant you could never go back to what your life had been before. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. If someone had asked a few weeks earlier, you would have said there was no way someone like him could actually exist. But he’s real. And he’s here. And for right now, he’s … with me.
You wondered what you looked like - clothing stuck to your body, hair plastered against your skull, the mascara you’d applied that morning just for a little bit of normalcy likely running down your cheeks and leaving muddy streaks against your skin. What do you see, Oberyn? Whatever it was, he must have liked it, because he finally moved - keeping his hand in place and bringing the other one up to rest it against the center of your back, pulling you closer.
“We should get back inside. Can’t risk you getting sick.” Of course. It was another reminder that you were human and he wasn’t - that something as simple as getting too cold or damp put your health at risk when it was something that he and Ellaria didn’t even have to consider. “But first …”
The words trailed off as his eyes dropped to your lips and then rose. You knew what he intended to do, but you moved before he did, surging forward and closing the distance between you. The kiss was messy, water dripping from your lashes onto your cheeks when you closed your eyes, Oberyn’s lips wet as they met yours - but you didn’t care. And I don’t think he does, either.
His grip tightened on your neck for a few seconds and then he let go, sliding his arm under yours and curling his fingers against your hip. You pulled on the ends of his hair, sighing when Oberyn licked into your mouth, the tip of his nose dragging along yours.
He pulled away from you when you shivered - not from the cold, but from the way he was touching you - and disappointment coursed through you. Inhaling through your nose at the suddenness of the broken kiss, you gaped at him, lips parted and still tingling from the intensity of his mouth against them. “Come inside. That shower is waiting.”
“I can think of another way for you to warm me up.” It was bold and you knew it - but even though he grinned and you saw the want in his expression, Oberyn shook his head, hand sliding down to lace your fingers together.
“We do not have time tonight. They’ll be back soon. Patience, remember?” Oh, I remember. Grumbling, you agreed, letting Oberyn lead you back into the apartment, the man closing the door - and locking it - behind you. “Put your arms around me.”
“What?” Shivering - for real - at the feeling of the air conditioned interior of the apartment, you turned to face him. “Oberyn?”
“Ellaria is forgiving of many things. But if we drip all over the apartment, it will take more than me charming her to make it right.” He held out his arms. “Put your arms around my neck, and I’ll carry you.”
You had no idea how it would help, but you weren’t about to say no to the opportunity of being held by him. Before you’d even had a chance to link your fingers together against his nape, Oberyn scooped you up and was moving toward the hallway - much faster than you’d anticipated. Oh. Right. Increased strength and speed. Of course.
Too soon, he was setting you down on the tiled floor of the bathroom, the man opening the shower door and turning the water on before he even looked at you again. “Oberyn, that -”
“That was nothing.” He looked up, winking. “And not at all what I usually enjoy using my strength for.” Oh, he means… shit. “Hand me a towel.” You did, staying silent. After he’d swiped it through his hair a few times, Oberyn peeled his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor, and then wrapped the towel around his shoulders. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not trying to tease you right now because that wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” No, you covering up isn’t fair. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you.”
He turned toward the door but you moved to stop him, reaching for his elbow. The steam from the water was filling the small room, and when Oberyn turned to look at you over his shoulder, you saw confusion on his face for a split second. “Did you mean it when you said about showing me Sunspear?”
“Of course I did.” He turned to face you again, nodding. “Say the words. We will go. Once this is done and we are free of the Lannisters, there will be nothing to stop us.” You wanted to believe him and so you chose to, leaning in to kiss him gently.
“Sounds great.” Smiling, you kissed him again and then straightened up, pointing at the door. “Now get out, Oberyn. I know you’ve already seen just about everything, but since you just said ‘no not tonight’ and all… it’s time for you to let me shower.”
He let out a laugh at your words, the sound loud and genuine - and it sent another shiver through you. I want to hear him sound like this all the time. He grinned at you one more time and then hummed, mumbling something that sounded strangely like a mixture of swearing in Valyrian and the common tongue. But he left the room, closing the door softly behind him - and leaving you alone with the swirling steam that filled the bathroom..
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All of the artwork I’ve illustrated inspired by The Last of Us. I’m not ready for the finale.
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“It wasn’t time that did it.”
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sorry bothering but do you have the faculae fic by @steeeeeeeviebb ? an old din djarin fic
the blog got deleted and i can’t find it anywhere :(
You're not bothering me at all 😊
I wish I had good news for you, but unfortunately, I don't have a copy.
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Sooo many ideas for art in my head. But THIS is all I managed to draw today. 😂
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Slowly getting there...
Prints: ArtbyKylieC.Etsy.com
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Hmm... I wonder why she's so concerned about someone with a case file asking about her...
Black Days: 1 (Sure Don’t Mind A Change)
Pairing: Detective Tim Rockford x Female Reader
Word Count: 4,500 (trying to keep these shorter than usual.)
Rating: M (language.)
Summary: The overnight shift at your diner is usually uneventful, but that all changes when a man you’ve never seen before walks into your section. After a few conversations with him, you can’t say that you aren’t interested in knowing more.
Author’s Note: This is Pedro Pascal and Merge Mansion’s fault.
Read the headcanon post for Tim here.
I don’t know how long this will be. I don’t know whether or not anyone cares. But here I am yet again writing for a character that has no backstory, under five minutes of screen time, and no business taking up so much room in my brain.
This isn’t smutty yet - but I promise it gets there. This is a set-up chapter.
Gif use is temporary. Banner incoming. Chapter titles will be updated with each post.
Here and here is some Tim artwork that has been in my brain constantly as I write this story. @stealyourblorbos is very talented and has encouraged me with this very much and I am very thankful.
The story gets its title from the song Fell On Black Days by Soundgarden.
“That guy’s back.” Micah sighed as she leaned against the doorway, both arms crossed over her chest. “I put him in your section tonight because I don’t want to deal with him.”
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#tim rockford#tim rockford x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal character#merge mansion fic#tim rockford x female reader
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PEDRO PASCAL
— Merge Mansion Mobile Game Event (March 28, 2023)
#ok#i adore this man#but who is to blame for putting him in that shirt!#it looks like a craft project gone wrong#pedro pascal
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I keep having to remind myself that this is a Christmas Hallmark-like story, and things always get tough before they get better. That true love will always prevail!
Competing For Christmas 6: Let It Snow (The Aftermath)
Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 6,387
Rating: M. Language.
Summary: You and Din have laid it all out and established some ground rules … where do you go next - and how do you cope with the looming end of the competition … and the lack of a legitimate reason for the two of you to see each other?
Author’s notes:
Still plugging along on this - please accept this first half of the 6th part as I finish the second half - and cover the final event. Thank you again for your patience.
Questions, concerns, comments? My inbox is open!
I’m so glad that everyone still seems to be enjoying this story, it’s definitely taken on a little more of a life of its own than I anticipated - but I’m still having fun with it.
To get alerted when I post new chapters/stories, follow @somethingtofightfor-shares and turn on post notifications - you can also ask to be added to my tag list (link in bio or at the top of my taglist reblog)
Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5.1 / Part 5.2 / Din’s POV Interlude
Din’s desk was empty and his office light was off when you stopped by on Monday afternoon.
At first, you thought that maybe he’d stepped out to go and complete a work order, but when you looked around the room and saw his powered off computer and completely closed blinds, you realized that he hadn’t been in at all that day.
“If you’re looking for Djarin, he called out today.” Turning at the sound of the voice, you saw one of the other IT guys across the hall, arms crossed over his chest. “There something I can help you with?”
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we're getting a new episode tonight and I haven't even recovered from this one 😭
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Competing For Christmas 5: Holly Jolly Christmas (The Event)
Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 13,100
Rating: M. Language.
Summary: It’s a good day to build some snowmen… and also, apparently a good day to find out some secrets.
Author’s notes:
Got carried away with this one, but I had very specific things I needded to include. Needless to say, 6 won’t be coming out tomorrow … I haven’t even started it yet. Sorry about that.
Questions, concerns, comments? My inbox is open!
I’m so glad that everyone still seems to be enjoying this story. I hope that this chapter answers some of the questions that you might have about Din’s past - and in a way that makes sense!
* reference pictures of the snowmen that they make can be found on the masterlist page!
To get alerted when I post new chapters/stories, follow @somethingtofightfor-shares and turn on post notifications - you can also ask to be added to my tag list (link in bio or at the top of my taglist reblog)
Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5.1
“So let me get this straight.” Cara eyed you from over the sandwich she was eating, the woman leaning closer as she spoke. “He was the one that put a stop to things?”
“Yeah.” Sipping from your straw, you nodded. “He’s the one that put an end to it last week at my place, and then last night, the guy went from hands on my back under my shirt and kissing my neck to telling me that we couldn’t continue in the span of like five seconds.”
“Weird.” Stacy frowned, head moving from side to side. “Did he say why?”
“No. He just said that it couldn’t go any further yet, but he’d explain some other time.” You hadn’t meant to spill everything to your friends, but when they’d asked who you were buying a tree skirt and extra ornaments for and you’d immediately given his name, they’d demanded to know more over lunch.
And you’d spilled - the details of the trivia night, the way he’d taken care of you when you were sick, the kiss you’d shared under the mistletoe at the community center and the following ones the previous night.
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Competing For Christmas Interlude: Under My Tree (Din’s POV)
Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 7,114
Rating: M. Language.
Summary: Din doesn’t know exactly how to move forward - but it seems like you’re going to meet him every step of the way.
Author’s notes:
Figured it was finally time to see things from Din’s point of view … and there was no better time to go there.
Questions, concerns, comments? My inbox is open!
Thank you for reading - and for giving me some leeway with being behind on chapters. I’m working on 6 now, so it should be out soon, though this story won’t be finished on Christmas, when I intended. I apologize for that.
To get alerted when I post new chapters/stories, follow @somethingtofightfor-shares and turn on post notifications - you can also ask to be added to my tag list (link in bio or at the top of my taglist reblog)
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He woke up before you did the next morning to the sound of the plow going by, Din’s eyes cracking open when it was barely light out. The fire was only embers, but Din was plenty warm, even under the thin blanket you’d draped over the two of you as you laid down. Because she’s still right here.
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Babu Frik is in trouble)))))
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Ezra reading to me is one of my fantasies, and to be curled up with him while he does, sheer bliss.
I have an ask for weekend writing!
EZRA and MYTH
Ok, this was another fun one that definitely got away from me. THANK YOU for sending it over.
This is Root Pearl Ezra and Reader, but it can also be read as a standalone if necessary.
It was still dark out.
He had no idea what time it was, only that they’d been on the road for what felt like hours - and you were gone. She cannot be far.
Pushing himself upright, Ezra climbed out of his bunk and made his way slowly down the narrow aisle toward the front of the bus, everything up there also bathed in the low light from the bulbs built into the ceiling.
That included you - curled up on one of the bench seats with a blanket around your shoulders and the corner of it folded between your cheek and the glass. “Did I wake you up, Ezra?” You didn’t even need to turn to see him, and he caught a ghost of a smile in the reflection your face on the glass. “I’m sorry.”
“Your absence did.” He stepped closer, easing down onto the seat next to you and pulling you away from the window and toward his body with his left arm “I was used to sleeping alone while we toured, and now …”
“You missed me?” Adjusting your position, you draped your legs over his and wrapped him in the blanket, too. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I figured me moving around would bother you.”
Tilting his head down, Ezra kissed your temple and then wrapped his right arm around your waist, fingertips trailing over your belly. I’ll never get used to the feeling of being able to do this again. “It wouldn’t have.” He sighed, lifting his feet and resting them on the bench across from where you were, easing himself down a few inches. You turned your head inward, lips finding the side of his throat as you tightened your hold on him. “How can I help you sleep, Pearl?”
You held him even tighter at the use of your nickname, and Ezra sighed, kissing the top of your head. It makes me just as happy to say it. “Tell me a story, Ezra.” It was no secret that you enjoyed the sound of his voice almost as much as Ezra enjoyed using it, and so he nodded, his fingertips stroking idly over your side and shoulder.
“Alright. I believe I am capable of that.” He thought for a few minutes, not wanting to just rehash an old tour story or something about his own life. I’ve got it. “Are you familiar with the stories of Earth? The ones told as tales to children as they grew?”
“Some of them.” You sighed, your fingertips creeping up and into the ends of his hair that curled against the nape of his neck. “Fairy tales and -”
“No, not those. Those are children’s stories. I’m talking about the ones that were parts of history.”
“Maybe.” You yawned, the movement of your fingers stilling briefly. “Refresh my memory, Ezra.”
He nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he ran through as many of the stories that he’d read as a child and while doing research for writing albums as he could, trying to think of the right one. “I’ll keep going until you tell me to cease my speech, but …” He curled his fingers against your side, lowering his voice further. “Have you ever heard the story of the greedy King that wished for everything he touched to turn to gold?”
“Nope.” You kissed the base of his throat, your breath fanning out over his skin. “I haven’t.”
It was a story that was relevant to his own life and his earliest behaviors on the road, and one that Ezra knew well - and so he continued, the movement of his hand beginning again at the same time his words did.
“Not only was he very greedy, but King Midas was also a foolish man, unhappy with what he had been given, even though he’d been blessed with far more in his life than so many others.” Ezra paused to take a breath. “Though self-centered, the story is that one day, he treated the companion of a god with great kindness, and was given a wish in return.”
“Bet he wasted it.” He surely did. You sighed, the tilt of your head allowing you to press your ear against the thin material of his shirt, straight over his heart. “I probably would have.”
“He didn’t think so, not at first.” Ezra smiled briefly. “He wished that everything he touched would turn to gold. Unlimited wealth, unlimited bargaining power. It wouldn’t matter whether or not his people loved him or respected him. He would be able to buy whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to.” Ezra sighed. “But it was a curse as much as it was a gift, and Midas soon became unhappy. He could no longer drink, no longer eat, no longer touch his loved ones, and so he begged for things to be reversed before he wound up completely alone - or starved to death.”
“Couldn’t he have paid for people to feed him?” You looked up, Ezra glancing down to stare into your eyes. “He wouldn’t have touched anything, but -”
“Maybe.” Ezra shrugged. “That would have been one solution. But luckily the same god that granted the wish told him how to cure himself of it, and so Midas did just that, washing himself in a river and ridding himself of the Golden Touch.”
“That’s one of your song titles.” You murmured the words, your smile growing. “Ezra, you -”
“Indeed it is.” He leaned down, settling his mouth against yours. “There’s a lot to be learned from a story like that one.” You held him in place as he moved to back off, and so he kissed you again, the man’s teeth gently biting down on your lower lip before he let go. There’s a lot to be learned from a lot of things, actually.
You stared up at him in the darkness, the look in your eyes much more alert than it had been only moments earlier. “Tell me another, Ezra. Tell me as many as you want to.”
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Sweet 🥰
WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE.
Din Djarin & Painting if you please.
Thank you for requesting this one, Alyssa! I went a little over on the word count, but I don't think you'll mind.
(Still accepting requests here)
Not connected to anything else I've written for Din and Grogu.
WC: 500
“C’mere, kid.” Din leaned forward, holding both of his hands out. “Your shirt’s all…”
As the Child toddled back in his direction - both arms held out - Din’s lips curved upward into a smile.
He was babbling as he moved - a string of almost words and the noises that Din had come to crave hearing on an almost constant basis - but as the kid stopped just in front of where he sat, the noises stopped too.
“Let me see.” Picking him up, Din reached for Grogu’s sleeves and began to slowly roll them back. Grogu’s large head tilted to one side and his eyes focused downward on the movement of Din’s bare hands. “You’re going to get paint all over, so I’m just trying to -”
“Patu?” Blinking, Grogu looked up. “Brrrrt?” Yeah, kid.
Finished with the second sleeve, Din nodded once and then set Grogu back down on the ground.
“Go ahead. Finish what -” Grogu made another noise, narrowing his eyes and looking between Din and the canvas set up on the other side of the room, a series of multi-colored squiggles covering part of the surface. “What?”
Grogu took three steps and then looked back, raising his right arm and pointing. Wish I knew what you were thinking. He whined quietly, arm still extended, wide eyes locked with Din’s - and then Din knew. “You want me to come help?”
The whines turned into a more cheerful chirping, and when Din stood, taking a deep breath, Grogu headed for the canvas again.
He didn’t think twice about settling down onto the ground just behind where the Child stood, and as Grogu moved to climb onto a short stool, Din reached for him with one arm instead, inching closer and holding Grogu up so that he could reach. “There you go, kid. I’ve got you.”
They stayed like that for more than a few minutes, and as Grogu used a large brush to add a bright green splotch, Din reached down and dragged a fingertip through the paint in front of him before reaching up and pressing a few small dots onto the canvas.
Grogu’s babbling stopped briefly before it started again, the Child staring up at him with a look that months earlier, Din would have been terrified to see. But not now. “You said you wanted me to help.”
The brush clattered to the ground and before Din could lean forward to reach for it, Grogu’s hand shot out, the entire thing pressed to the wet paint. Oh, no. That -
He stopped moving as the Child shifted in his arms, opening his mouth to speak - and then a tiny, paint-covered palm pressed to his cheek and then pulled away.
Grogu's laughter filled the space, and soon after, Din’s joined, the man lifting the finger he’d used on the canvas and tapping Grogu’s nose with it - leaving the tip covered in white.
“How do you like it, Kid?”
The sound of Grogu’s continued joy was answer enough.
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