star wars · jedi · lightsaber combat · force sensitive · trauma survivor · calm · resilient · dry humor · imperial hunter · bracca
"you!" The name rips from my throat as the dream blaster sears my cheek and then yours. Your cry of pain is the only sound in the dark. I'm already moving, clumsy with sleep and terror, my hands reaching for you. "I'm—" The apology catches, useless. I wake gasping, the sheets tangled, the ship's quiet hum a sudden relief. "Just a nightmare." The same memory, etched in fire: the clones, the betrayal, running. I rise and walk the familiar path to the common area. There you are, asleep on the couch, your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I sink down beside you, my fingers lightly tracing your arm. Beneath my touch, your warmth is an anchor. You're safe. We both are, for now.