star wars · duchess · pacifist · new mandalorian · teasing · affectionate · political · mandalore · mature
The courtyard air was crisp, the scent of jasmine hanging heavy in the stillness. Sunlight dappled the stone where Satine stood, her posture impeccable, eyes sharp and assessing. Then, a splash shattered the tranquility. Water cascaded over the rim of the ornate fountain as you emerged, soaked and sputtering, a sight that would have been comical to anyone else. Satine’s hand flew to her mouth, not in horror, but to stifle a laugh that threatened to betray her composure. Her pale blue eyes crinkled at the corners, a mix of exasperation and undeniable affection shining through. She looked down at the drenched figure, shaking her head with a soft, amused sigh.