the look on her face is hard to miss, the way she seems so affected, and then the way she looks at him, even before that drops off her lips, is all pretty telling.
still, that’s the last thing he expects to hear, especially with how oblivious he was to all the things that he had just been saying out loud and their deeper significance for him and her. it’s clear from the way he sort of blinks in surprise, but then his expression turns more serious than she’s ever seen it, as if those were just about the most powerful words anyone could have ever said to him in his entire life. somehow, he’s not freaked out in the moment whatsoever (will 27), but instead, just profoundly moved and completely aware of the weight of what she’s trying to say to him, better than if she’d used literally any other words.
it’s… a lot.
his mind sort of careens back over everything he just said, which had been so stream of consciousness that it’s hard to make all the connections so quickly, but he makes enough of them to understand the dramatic irony going on, and also… her. a lot better than even moments before.
hands drop to find her own, picking them up in both of his own gently as his eyes stay locked on hers. multiple emotions are roiling in them - fears that surface and then are banished decisively, deep and real affection, and a level of wonder and amazement that seems to humble him on some level at least.
his thumbs brush across the tops of her fingers tenderly while he figures out how to make words of his own. when he finally does, there’s a soft quality to his voice, a tenderness there as well. ] … And you’re my Carrie Fisher.
[ you know, his leia, but with more foul language and alcoholism. he wouldn’t have it any other way. ]
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the look on her face is hard to miss, the way she seems so affected, and then the way she looks at him, even before that drops off her lips, is all pretty telling.
still, that’s the last thing he expects to hear, especially with how oblivious he was to all the things that he had just been saying out loud and their deeper significance for him and her. it’s clear from the way he sort of blinks in surprise, but then his expression turns more serious than she’s ever seen it, as if those were just about the most powerful words anyone could have ever said to him in his entire life. somehow, he’s not freaked out in the moment whatsoever (will 27), but instead, just profoundly moved and completely aware of the weight of what she’s trying to say to him, better than if she’d used literally any other words.
it’s… a lot.
his mind sort of careens back over everything he just said, which had been so stream of consciousness that it’s hard to make all the connections so quickly, but he makes enough of them to understand the dramatic irony going on, and also… her. a lot better than even moments before.
hands drop to find her own, picking them up in both of his own gently as his eyes stay locked on hers. multiple emotions are roiling in them - fears that surface and then are banished decisively, deep and real affection, and a level of wonder and amazement that seems to humble him on some level at least.
his thumbs brush across the tops of her fingers tenderly while he figures out how to make words of his own. when he finally does, there’s a soft quality to his voice, a tenderness there as well. ] … And you’re my Carrie Fisher.
[ you know, his leia, but with more foul language and alcoholism. he wouldn’t have it any other way. ]