[Baze breathes out a soft chuckle, pausing between kisses to shake his head at Chirrut's "fortune".]
That child is going to drive her parents to madness.
[He traces the shell of Chirrut's ear with the tip of his nose, presses a kiss to his temple. He thinks, sometimes, they should spend the rest of their lives like this. Throw the detritus of their lives away and live in a small home somewhere far away, just spend their days loving and being loved.]
She'll be spending weeks only looking at the ground for treasure.
[It's a nice fantasy, but the truth is they'd go crazy, and probably drive eachother insane too. There's nothing worldly he needs other than Chirrut — much as he loves his gun — but in a more philisophical sense, neither of them are men who idle well.]
[Baze likes that though, he thinks, sliding a hand under Chirrut's undershirt to press flat to his stomach and pull him a little closer to his chest. That their love is battle-worn and travel-weathered, precious and strong like the treasure from Chirrut's fortune.]
REMEMBER ME???
That child is going to drive her parents to madness.
[He traces the shell of Chirrut's ear with the tip of his nose, presses a kiss to his temple. He thinks, sometimes, they should spend the rest of their lives like this. Throw the detritus of their lives away and live in a small home somewhere far away, just spend their days loving and being loved.]
She'll be spending weeks only looking at the ground for treasure.
[It's a nice fantasy, but the truth is they'd go crazy, and probably drive eachother insane too. There's nothing worldly he needs other than Chirrut — much as he loves his gun — but in a more philisophical sense, neither of them are men who idle well.]
[Baze likes that though, he thinks, sliding a hand under Chirrut's undershirt to press flat to his stomach and pull him a little closer to his chest. That their love is battle-worn and travel-weathered, precious and strong like the treasure from Chirrut's fortune.]