@maximuses SAID: i want you safe. i want you close to me. -> boba and delphine
⚔️ Prompts for Lots of Yearning // ACCEPTING ⚔️
The words are accompanied by the gentle creeping of his fingers along her back until his hand rests at the small of it. Guiding. And angled just so that, should the situation call for it, he can take her waist and pull her closer. The words are whispered, his breath ghosting against the shell of her ear, making it twitch and shift toward him. Without looking, she answers him lowly, her eyes still squarely fixated on the crowd around them. Taking note of who is watching.
"How much closer do you need me to be?"
He chuckles in response, letting the question go unanswered. Verbally, anyway. She already knows how he would respond if he could. But Boba Fett is a man of action, not words. This she knows too. (Though she also knows this is one thing he wishes he could be better at. He has said before how he is envious of some of the others - of how they can speak their love so freely, letting it flow like water in a river from their mouths. He wishes he could be so poetic and flowery in his expressions. And truth be told, sometimes Delphine wishes he was more well-versed in such a form of romance. But even still, she adores how direct and how blunt he is in what few words of adoration he does offer - no flowerage required.)
The hand at her waist rubs small circles against her back, soothing and steady, before sliding to her hip and drawing her in closer. Fingers curl protectively over the gentle slope of her hipbone, whispering a silent as close as I can have you.
"You worry too much for me." She hums as they press on through the market, stopping briefly at an unmanned fruit stand to look over the produce. Around the, the crowd parts to make way, looking on and whispering amidst themselves once their backs are turned. She hears it all. The gossip and rumors, the suspicions and the interpretations.
"Because I have seen what the galaxy is capable of," He returns, mirroring the softness of her voice. "And I have lost so much to it already. I won't let it take you from me as well. Not if I can help it."
His grip on her only grows more firm and more protective. She cannot help but be pulled into his broad, armored chest. Her hands find familiar, deep green beskar, warmed by the sun and shifting under heavy breaths grown from tension at the mere thought of him being apart from her. "You won't lose me," she hums, tracing her fingers along the edge of it, letting the heat of them seep through the rough fabric of his shirt beneath and carefully soothe his rushing mind. It works, just like it always does when she touches him. He stills like a beast soothed, his grip easing on her waist enough so that she can turn herself more directly toward him. At last, their heads turn to finally look at each other with familiar fondness.
"Delphine-"
"You won't." She cuts him off, reaffirming her statement. "Nothing will take me from you, Boba. You have to trust me."
He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it. Still, it is not quick enough to prevent Delphine from hearing the message loud and clear. I trust no one but myself. It stings, but she supposes she should not be surprised. The years of service as a bounty hunter, serving only those who would benefit from his work regardless of whether he lived or died, losing people he loved over and over, knowing only death and violence and loss from each time he tried to make a fresh start for himself and others. It would only be natural for him to deduce that trust is not something he can afford to offer.
But he wants to. He desperately wants to. That is why he is here with Fennec, and with the Mods, and with Krrsantan. And her. He wants to do right by her. He wants to be good for her. He wants to provide for her and protect her and prove that this is - that they are not a mistake.
"I'm trying," he whispers, shoulder sagging as he sighs. Still, she smiles, the hand on his chest reaching up to gently cup his cheek. A warm thumb caresses just beneath his eye and without thinking, he closes them and leans into her touch. He breathes in the scent of smoky warmth and nectar and citrus that radiates from her. The soothing sensation of her touch grounds through the storm of his thoughts. And seeing him melt into her so easily, she smiles. She smiles and thinks, damned be the crowd. Damned be the whispers. Damned be the thoughts. Their secret has long been revealed. Damned be the consequences. And she leans in. Her breath ghosts against his lips, startling him briefly before his gaze fixates on her face so close to his. Pupils dilate, looking to drink in as much of her as he can in this moment as she whispers to him.
"I know."
Then she kisses him, and he feels his heart quiver in his chest. She's never done this before - never been so open and bold about their relationship. Always, always has she been so secretive, insistent on keeping things quiet and private. And he's never minded - though he has yearned for the opportunity to display their love just the slightest bit, if for no other reason than to send a message that she is not to be trifled with. That she is his partner, under his protection. Though, he has also wanted to do so just to prove his devotion to her. But she always thought that such acts would be counterproductive, attracting unneeded attention and painting a target on her back; highlighting her as a means of getting to him.
Now, such concerns seem so far from her. And he loves it.
He kisses her back, gentle and adoring. Fingers gently touch her chin, guiding her even as his fingers burn with the desire to grasp her more tightly, more intimately. All too soon, she pulls away. The kiss is brief but sweet and searingly intense. It leaves him wanting more, and she only stokes that desire as she caresses his jaw and looks at him so lovingly before dropping her hand completely.
"And I love you."
The murmurings of the crowd were far from him in that moment. His mind could only concentrate on her and her words, and he could only think to himself how lucky he was to have her. To have someone who knew his every flaw as well as she knew the desires of his heart, and loved all of him just the same... What he had done to deserve her, he did not know.
But what he would do to keep her was limitless.
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Release - Archangel Azrael. The end of a phase or situation. Spiritual transformation. Time to move on.
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Chrysanthemum Stone - It is said to help lift depression and increase happiness and bring joy of achievement.
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FlowerAgate - Is a grounding stone that encourages transformation, growth and new beginnings.
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