LONG NIGHT
~mama you've been on my mind~
WEARING:
TAG:
Sunny Sterling
BOGDEN, INNER RIM
Why do you want to help her?
That’s a question I’m not sure I have the answer for. It’s just gut feeling, mostly. I did enjoy the short period of time we spent together, so that was a good sign. All I know is I want to help her.
“Yes Sunny, I’d love to travel with you.” Her hand is still on the bacta pack, seemingly soothing the wound even faster, while my hand is on top of her’s, thumb moving, caressing softly.
I can’t help but feel nervousness creeping up my nerves. I still haven’t figured out what I should tell her. The dose of alcohol I had and how fast it had dissipated by the adrenaline rush doesn’t help either.
“You’re a handy, quick-learner. Could be a great addition to the crew…” But that’s just not enough, and to be frank, sounds really phoney.
“And of course there’s a small part of me that feels sorry for you and the situation you are in, I can’t deny that…” Yet it is still not even close from painting the full picture. My eyes wander away from her, trying to arrange words so that I can capture and say what I truly feel.
“Although, truth be told, that’s just a very small part of it. I’ve been in this business for three years, I’ve met people from all walks of life; work with ‘em, fight, parties, messing around with ‘em, yet I’ve yet to feel as lively as I do right now.”
God, why do I have to ramble on and on and dance around it when we all know what it truly is. As my eyes drifted back to capture her dreamy, brown eyes, I gathered all my courage to tell her. It’s unusual for me to be this nervous, but that makes me even more sure of how I feel.
“The point is, I like you, Sunny, and I’d love to get to know you better.”