[ His gaze is starting to wander, eyelids fluttering, and he thinks he hasn't got too much longer. He can barely feel the way her hand is tightening around his.
Still, he tries for a smile, just the barest twitch of the corner of his mouth, even as his eyes start drifting shut, even as his breath slows. ]
[ She knows she's losing him- it's no small wonder that he made it this far at all. It's only a matter of time for both of them, but he's gotten quite the head start.
She kisses his cheek ] Go ahead, Peter. I'll catch up.
[ He really wished they could go together, but life isn't fair, he guesses, not even in the end. But he holds onto her hand for as long as he can, until he can't feel his fingers anymore, until everything goes numb and he feels like he's floating.
He wishes they had more time, in the end, but he's glad they had time at all. At least they had each other for a while.
His fingers tighten of their own accord one last time, then his whole body slowly goes limp and his eyes close. There's still that bare hint of a smile on his face, though, and when his last breath leaves his body, it takes the form of a few last words: ]
His head lolls forward and his fingers go slack, and Maya has no more energy left to cry. She laughs instead, though it's a quiet, broken sound. ]
Yeah. Okay. Just this once, you can be Han.
[ He can't hear her- she knows he can't, but she says it all the same.
God, she's so tired. Her clothes are soaked with fresh blood- her own, leaking steadily from the open wound in her side, and she's ready. She's ready to just sleep.
She settles back against the wall where Peter's pinned, and she leans her good shoulder against his. Her eyes fall shut and she lets the exhaustion and the blood loss ease her slowly, steadily into the darkness.
Her thoughts are fleeting, flickering like the lights of a passing train. She has no idea how long she's out, but she feels herself smile when the cool, calm grip of nothing begins to take hold of her.
I'll catch up, Peter, she thinks, serene and somehow detached. Not even lions can tear us apart.
She goes limp, head dropping against Peter's still form, blue hair falling in dirtied curtains around her face. The ship continues its free fall, but there's no one left on board to witness it crash. ]
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[ His gaze is starting to wander, eyelids fluttering, and he thinks he hasn't got too much longer. He can barely feel the way her hand is tightening around his.
Still, he tries for a smile, just the barest twitch of the corner of his mouth, even as his eyes start drifting shut, even as his breath slows. ]
I'm so glad I met you, Maya.
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[ She knows she's losing him- it's no small wonder that he made it this far at all. It's only a matter of time for both of them, but he's gotten quite the head start.
She kisses his cheek ] Go ahead, Peter. I'll catch up.
I love you.
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He wishes they had more time, in the end, but he's glad they had time at all. At least they had each other for a while.
His fingers tighten of their own accord one last time, then his whole body slowly goes limp and his eyes close. There's still that bare hint of a smile on his face, though, and when his last breath leaves his body, it takes the form of a few last words: ]
I know, Maya.
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His head lolls forward and his fingers go slack, and Maya has no more energy left to cry. She laughs instead, though it's a quiet, broken sound. ]
Yeah. Okay. Just this once, you can be Han.
[ He can't hear her- she knows he can't, but she says it all the same.
God, she's so tired. Her clothes are soaked with fresh blood- her own, leaking steadily from the open wound in her side, and she's ready. She's ready to just sleep.
She settles back against the wall where Peter's pinned, and she leans her good shoulder against his. Her eyes fall shut and she lets the exhaustion and the blood loss ease her slowly, steadily into the darkness.
Her thoughts are fleeting, flickering like the lights of a passing train. She has no idea how long she's out, but she feels herself smile when the cool, calm grip of nothing begins to take hold of her.
I'll catch up, Peter, she thinks, serene and somehow detached. Not even lions can tear us apart.
She goes limp, head dropping against Peter's still form, blue hair falling in dirtied curtains around her face. The ship continues its free fall, but there's no one left on board to witness it crash. ]