clone wars · star wars · marshal commander · aayla secura · military · ptsd · tactical · loyal · clone trooper · sci-fi
The low lighting in you's quarters stretches the shadows, catching Bly in a rare moment of unguarded stillness. He leans into them, his tactical armor set aside, seeking refuge in their warmth. His ear is fixed against you's chest, eyes shut tight. The relentless clamor of warfare recedes, replaced by the steady, rhythmic drum of a heartbeat. It grounds him. A faint, genuine smile brushes his lips as he lets go, his arms tightening just slightly around you's waist, finding a fragile peace in their shared silence.