(It's so super late please ignore any errors or mistakes 😭🙏🙏 this is one of the AU drafts I had for quite awhile now and I promise the other things r almost finished AJSNSNNDNDND 🫶🫶)
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The chilling wind picked up rapidly as thousands of minuscule spots filled his vision. Bile rose up his throat as three headless bodies dropped in front of him who he could only assume were the reason why he found two sharp objects plunged into his palms. A sizzle and pop tickled the edge of his nose, the smell of his own flesh burning and blistering in front of him. Hot crimson ichor dripped from where there was an open gash in his head, but the ache and blazing sting didn't seem to bother him at all, because Hana was lying on the ground in his own blood.
Convulsing and thrashing, clawing at his own neck and gasping for any kind of relief.
Arlo didn't know what was paralyzing him from taking action, but he stared down at his own hands that were trembling themselves. Was it him?
He didn't have time to think or react before frantic and reckless teeth tore away at skin, flesh, and bone.
The popping and cracking sound shook him out of his own sleep, Coruscant's morning sun casting blinding rays over his face through the small window. Stray hairs clung to the sides of his face and his back, the light revealing a sheen of sweat over his whole body. Arlo reached out next to him by instinct, only to find a mess of empty sheets in the spot where a body should've been.
His head sunk back into his pillow with a heavy sigh, trying to release the tension, telling himself it wasn't real and that he's safe. He knew he was naked underneath the tangle of blankets, his clothes spread around the even messier room somewhere. He didn't think he had any meaningful sleep at all last night.
However his plans to succumb to sleep again were quickly thwarted once he heard the door slip open.
"You can't still be sleeping!" Cold hands peeled his eyes open, and all he could be bothered to give was a low groan. "It's 12PM. That's late even for you, Arlo." He had the voice of someone who sounded like they were being inconvenienced, but Arlo learned to decipher the teasing undertones beneath the layers of feigned annoyance.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. He got to enjoy it for a half second before it was ripped off and out of reach, the harsh cold now wrapped around his skin. Arlo made what only could be described as a shrieking sound before curling up into a fetal position. "Hana, I have no clothes on!"
A surprised snort was let out as Hana's nose scrunched up from that stupid adorable smile. "We literally bathe together, bro."
"I don't care, bro. Turn around!" He hissed, even though he couldn't give two kriffs about that, the cold and that shit-eating grin was what really pissed him off, even if it was only for the sake of being petty. Hana feigned a disappointed sound but turned to stare at the wall while Arlo searched for his discarded clothes. A random shirt was thrown at him, and before he could start Hana threw his hands up. "I'm wearing yours so you have to wear a new one,"
Arlo squinted at his back while pulling it over his head. It didn't really matter whose was whose since they both wore each other's clothes. It was hard to tell whom it belonged to in the first place.
His hair was a mess and sticking out in random directions, ignoring the rules of physics, but he would have to sort it later. Hana intertwined their pinkies and lead him towards the small kitchen, giddy and barely containing his excitement like a child.
"What are we doing?" Arlo dragged behind, barely reaching a smile himself through Hana's muffled giggles. "I made something for you," he guided the other to sit on their cheap cracked sofa, taking his hands and using them to cover his face. In the background the sound of cluttering utensils could be heard from the kitchen. Once Arlo was given the okay to uncover his eyes, there in front of him on the stained thrifted kaf table was a disfigured loaf looking baked good. Lumpy and cream colored in all its glory.
