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We're in the home stretch of the high times We took a hard left, but we're alright
Corso sighs as he drags himself back to the apartment that he was staying at on Nar Shaddaa. It’d been nearly two days since he’d been here and almost three since he last saw Leikael. He was praying that she’d come back and was still angry. That would be better then her not being anywhere. They’d had their first big fight. It wasn’t the first time they’d argued, but it was the first one like that. First one over something so serious, the risks they took, the jobs they took, the way men hit on her and she flirted for work, his protective nature clashing with her trauma and free spirit. The way he’d fussed over some girls they’d met from back on Ord.
Yeah, life sure can try to put love through it, but We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it
They’d both been tired, they’d hit each other’s weak points, there’d been yelling and Leikael had stormed out, without even taking her blasters. He’d chased after her, but lost her in the crowd and after a bit of looking, returned to wait impatiently and then worriedly as she didn’t return. After a day passed and no word if she was safe, he’d gone looking again. She didn’t have her blasters, she could have gotten into real trouble on the smuggler’s moon. Now he was back, just to resupply and rearm and maybe check if she was here.
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter Let it break, 'cause you and I remain the same
It was quiet at first but as he moved past the main area to Leikael’s side of this apartment, he could hear the music. He rushes towards it, the lyrics registering but not slowing him, only fueling him to move faster until he burst into the room the music was playing from. There she was, in front of a window, staring out at the city below, safe and unharmed.
When there ain't a crack in the foundation Baby, I know any storm we're facing will Blow right over while we stay put The house don't fall when the bones are good
He should be angry, furious that she’d made him worry, that he’d had to spend hours scared for her and searching the worst parts of Nar Shaddaa to find her. But he’s just glad she’s safe. He crosses the room in a few long strides. His steps making her turn, facing him and smiling that small smile that only he ever got to see. She catches him as he approaches, pulling him into her arms and burying her face in his chest.
Call it dumb luck, but, baby, you and I Can't even mess it up although we both try No, it don't always go the way we planned it, but the Wolves came and went and we're still standing
They rock together silently for a time, wrapped in each others arms and letting the pain and fear and anger dissipate into the air and get carried away in the simple peace of being together. “You’re safe darling. I was so worried.” Corso whispers almost afraid to breathe, to break the moment and send her out into the streets of the smugglers moon again.
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter Let it break, 'cause you and I remain the same
“I’m sorry.” Leikael whispers.
Corso immediately starts to quiet her. “No, no. It’s ok, I shouldn’t have tried to control what we do.” He leans back just enough to take her face in his hands. “I just get so scared when I think of the people we’re… you… are making enemies of. I worry that I won’t be able to have your back, that I will lose you too.”
When there ain't a crack in the foundation Baby, I know any storm we're facing will Blow right over while we stay put The house don't fall when the bones are good
Leikael wraps her smaller, green, such a beautiful green, hands over his. “We’re galactic criminals dealing with the galactic underworld and trying to carve out our own space in it. I can’t promise we’ll be safe, that I’ll be safe. But I’ll always do everything I can to come back to you and the siren. I’m sorry I got so upset over those girls. I… They’re Ord girls, they grew up there. They’re more what you’re used to. They’re more… settled.”
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter Let it break, 'cause you and I remain the same
Corso has to chuckle at her. Of course he was placed with the same value as the ship. He’d long ago come to terms sharing his girlfriend with her starship. It was weird, but he wouldn’t have her any other way. “If I wanted settled, if I wanted a woman like the ones back home, I’d go back home. I want you, exactly the way you are, blasters, temper, hardheaded stubbornness, nose for trouble, all of it. Please don’t run out like that again. Please. Let’s just talk things out. I was so scared, you ran out without your blasters, without backup.” He shakes his head and leans down to place a kiss on her forehead. “I was so worried about you in the streets with no way to protect yourself.”
When there ain't a crack in the foundation Baby, I know any storm we're facing will Blow right over while we stay put The house don't fall when the bones are good
Leikael leans back from him, her usual grin back in place. “Haven’t you learned by now farm boy.” He always knew she was teasing when she pulled out that nickname. She reaches behind her and pulls out of somewhere he couldn’t figure out, a small holdout blaster. “I always have a blaster.” He laughs and picks her up as he spins them. Her arms come up around his neck as they kiss and the cold durasteel against his neck feels like a promise that they’ll be ok.