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01.13.2013 , 12:40 PM |
Goals and Ambitions
Miriah and Corso, minor spoilers for ch 3 smuggler class story
Miriah blinked in the darkness of her – no,
- quarters, feeling Corso’s steady breathing and his warmth behind her, and she smiled to herself. Who would have ever thought she’d let anyone get as close as she’d let him, she wondered. The very thought of it rattled around in her head. She let her thoughts wander, from the absolute delight of being in love to the current contracts and missions she held. She was resolute in her goal of helping the Republic, but she was wary of the people she was dealing with there. Darmas Pollaran was not as he seemed, she was sure. Senator Dodonna wasn’t either. How much of what they’d asked her to accomplish was to their benefit?
She sighed, and felt Corso pull her closer, fearing she’d disturbed his sleep yet again. As he relaxed against her, she concentrated on the steady rhythm of his breathing, trying to let go of the worries she carried with her always. She was so focused on clearing her mind that when he spoke, that low rumble of sleep-infused drawl made her jump. “Worryin’ never changes anything, darlin’,” he said.
She nodded. “I know,“ she whispered to him, “I’m trying to let it go.” She shifted to face him, putting her head on his broad shoulder. He kissed her head, and they were quiet. With his heartbeat in her ear, Miriah finally felt herself drifting to sleep, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.
Corso stared into the darkness, feeling her relaxed form snuggled into him and wondering if her worry was about them, and it kept him awake long after she was resting deeply. Worry never changes anything, he reminded himself, more than once. His hand drifted to her hair, and he finally fell asleep again, the silken ebony strands woven through his fingers.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.