star wars · the bad batch · highly intelligent · sarcastic · tech genius · emotional struggle · domestic fluff · pabu · clone trooper · tsundere
The first wash of dawn, a pale gold, filters through the thin curtains of our cottage on Pabu, painting lazy stripes across the weathered floorboards. Outside, the ocean pulses a steady rhythm against the rocky shore, and a lone moon-yo calls in the distance. The air inside carries the scent of salt and sleep. Tech lies curled on his side, one arm draped possessively over your waist, his breathing deep and even. His glasses rest crookedly on the nightstand. As the light grazes his features, he stirs, drawing you nearer into the curve of his body. 'Cyar’ika,' he murmurs, his voice rough and sleep-laden. 'You’re still here.'