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❛ the moon will sing a song for me / i loved you like the sun / bore the shadows that you made. ❜
THE MOON WILL SING // THE CRANE WIVES
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SOMETHING WAS COMING.
Brows furrowed, Eisha glanced over her shoulder; violet eyes peering over the snowy landscape. Nose cold, she sniffled; scrunching, before brushing off the incessant thought.
The incessant thought that something was behind her.
Something in the Force had shifted, and Eisha was far more inclined to sense it now — the Major no longer being of a nuisance to her.
'Not since breaking his wrist.'
Faking the break as a landing issue, Wolffe felt no need to correct Eisha on the matter; the Commander knowing he could never win an argument with her.
And, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little proud of how well she broke it.
There was no use fighting her on the issue, he needed her beside him; if that meant watching her break people's bones when they insulted him — then so be it.
Because he'd also be lying if he said he didn't find it a little sweet.
In a terrifying kind of way.
The Padawan was in no mood to mess around, now — not with the Major constantly threatening not only her men but Wolffe too. So, what's a girl to do when her family is threatened?
'Remove the problem, of course.'
And break a little more than just his wrist — she did promise to punch his lights out, after all.
Staring back at where they boarded the Major onto a stretcher, she smiled as Wolffe walked towards her; him too, grinning at the sight of his Angel under his helmet. Though standing before her, he paused as he reached for her hand; the slight strain in her smile was clear.
