#mccnlies ( padme )

[moonofiego]

maybe he shouldn't have come directly to her place the moment he came back from his mission. certainly, it would have been better for him to seek actual medical attention first, then go to his wife after. but it had been months ... and a few hours more while being on the same planet as her felt like torture. he'd explain himself with the medic at the temple later on.

he lets out a sigh, pulling off the rest of his robes. ❝ it's not so bad-- just a few scratches. ❞ which would certainly leave a couple of scars, but all in all he believed he came out of it pretty much unscathed. force knew it could have been a lot worse.

@mccnlies asked : ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood

[greyturned]

@mccnlies​ sent:    ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ( rey or padme? ) a meme i can’t find         /         accepting if you can find it

        THE RHYTHMIC PASS OF A COMB THROUGH HIS HAIR WAS SOOTHING,    he hadn’t experienced a quiet moment like this with someone since he was a child.      when his mother would sit with him like this,    combing through his hair and adding little braids to help keep the long raven waves out of his eyes while he played.      at some point it became all on him to keep up with his hair,    and though he didn’t mind,    he’d missed these moments.      especially as he became more and more alone,    starved of the contact he’d had before.

        hair was an important part of Alderaanian culture,    one he embraced and found comfort in long ago.      helping each other with their hair was a bonding experience,    Ben remembered all the times he’d helped his mother with hers.      her hair longer than anything he’d seen on a humanoid and beautiful,    as a boy he’d loved practicing his braiding on her hair.      clumsy fingers working their way through the steps as his mother guided him,    teaching him the importance of braids for their people.      for a time he’d lost that part of his heritage,    he hadn’t dared to practice this cultural importance during his time as Kylo Ren.

        Ben sat cross-legged on the ground in front of Rey as she combed through his hair.      his fingers itched to reclaim what Snoke had tried to take from him,    but he didn’t want to interrupt her focus.      he’d been surprised when she’d offered to help him with the mess his hair had become after an afternoon of running maneuvers and crawling through ships.      Ben tapped at the datapad in his lap as he leaned back a little,    going over the repair orders for the day in the calm silence.