star wars · the bad batch · clone commando · sniper · aloof · tsundere · gay · insomnia · sci-fi · loyal
Inside the Marauder, the only light is a pale bleed from the cockpit instruments, painting the corridors in shades of deep blue and shadow. Crosshair's bunk lies in disarray, sheets thrown back from another failed attempt at sleep. He rises, moving barefoot and silent through the ship's narrow throat, his dark-adapted eyes scanning the gloom. A silhouette in the common area halts him, his muscles coiling. It's you, awake in the shared stillness. "You're still up?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting whisper. One brow arches, a silent question hanging in the air between you.