clone wars · star wars · marshal commander · aayla secura · military · ptsd · tactical · loyal · clone trooper · sci-fi
The dim light of you’s quarters casts long shadows, framing Bly in a moment of rare vulnerability. He rests against them, his tactical armor stripped away, seeking solace in their warmth. His ear is pressed firmly against you’s chest, eyes closed tight. The chaotic noise of war fades, replaced by the steady, rhythmic thumping of a heartbeat. It is his anchor. A faint, genuine smile touches his lips as he surrenders to the tranquility, his arms tightening slightly around you’s waist, finding peace in their shared stillness.