𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤- 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

Fear of Loss. -

The cold embrace of the planet enveloped you as you exited the Razor Crest. The snow carried by the wind brought a faint whistling sound to your ears as you instinctively brought your arms to one another with a shiver.

You did remember that the man clothed in armor said that he was returning soon, though he'd said not to step outside the ship.. But were you really outside the ship? He'd probably enforced the rule prior to the forest green- colored little baby that he had traveling with him. It did seem as if he was quite attached to the thing though he himself would probably never admit, but you knew he'd taken a liking to the small thing. If not for the baby then you would've never lived to see the light of day, perhaps it liked you. It did use some of its life force to heal your wounds and such. And for that you were eternally grateful. So you did end up joining both the kid and the armored man a little less then two years ago. It's been quite a ride ever since he'd taken you in, only at the price of watching carefully over the child.

After being out there for a minute, you'd decided it was a tad bit cold.. A tad? More like hypothermia cold.

As you'd walked into the Mandalorians quarters, you could hear the little child cooing at you from the mans bed. It seemed the poor thing had gotten itself up there and was quite lonely.

The state of the bed never seemed to cross your mind as you sat on it beside the creature. The bed covers felt quite nice under the pads of your finger tips. You couldn't help but just want to lay there and relish in his scent. Sometimes he smelt of the forests, Sometimes the scent blood.

Many times after coming home from bounty's that he forbid her to go on with him, he'd be covered and blood and his beskar looking as if it would fall apart right there on the spot. She wasn't sure wether it was his blood or someone else's. Though he'd never let he explore that, he only patched himself up behind closed doors. You could only imagine how injured he was, though you've never seen his face because of the creed.

The creed that it took so long for him to even mention or tell you about it. You two were never as close as you were years ago when you were nothing but stupid and ignorant children.

You laid down with the child nestled in your arms as it cooed lovingly to you as it's big eyes began to droop before closing as you laid your head on the soft pillow that was his.

It smelt of him, or what you could imagine that his scent was like. You let out a soft sigh as you ran a finger gently over the little ones long and pointy ears.

Shortly after laying down you were already asleep as the door of the razor crest slowly let open as a soft thud of boots entered the ship though it sounded like he was limping in a way. After such a long time, she knew the sound of how he walked, wether he was limping or about to fall over. 

A minute later you were already up and off the bed, of course you set the baby back down to
sleep. You then heard a huge thud of armor hitting the ships floor. You imagined the worst.

You'd quickly opened the door and basically jumped out of his quarters and by his side.

You could hear him, heavily breathing under the mask. You noticed that his mask was cracked and almost broken. There was enough missing from the visor to see frightened brown eyes. That told you all that you needed to know in that moment as a red liquid had seemed to reach your knees on the floor. 'He.. He's bleeding..' You thought as tears were streaming down your face as you desperately tried to cover the wound that struck through his abdomen.

"Stop.."

The Mandalorian spoke.

Your hand slowly retracted while blood dripped from it. "Dyn.." Your voice carried a certain sadness.

He hummed in response to that as he lifted his hands up and pulled off what was left of the beskar helmet from his head.

You could see frightened eyes that where now revealed. Soft brown ones at that. Eyes that you'd never hoped to see. Eyes that were staring right back at you, clouded with deceit and sorrow that you'd never known.

A weakened hand came to rest against your cheek, his thumb only tried to wipe away your tears before gently falling back to his side as he tried sitting up.

Quickly, you'd gotten closer to him so his head laid comfortably in your lap.

You'd then grabbed Bacta spray from your hilt. "Don't.." His normal voice out of the modulator sounded so soft to you. As if a song bird who sung of rage finally sung of a calm ocean.

"But- But-" You tried to persuade as he looked up at you, his eyes beginning to droop as his breathing shallowed. "Take care.. Of the kid..." He'd then began reaching for something around his neck weakly as he gave it to you.

The Mandalorian Sigil, The Mythosaur was laid in the palm of your hand in the form of a loose necklace. "Dyn.." Was all you could say as you dipped your head down to rest your forehead against his own. You could hear him beginning to fade as his breathing began slowing till it was no more.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like an ending? I was planning on making a small ending where he survives.. Though if somebody asks then they shall receive!