iprotectyou (
iprotectyou) wrote2017-10-25 11:31 pm
CWDP 2017: Eiko
The wooden slats on the bench in the sauna dig into Baze's thighs, but he doesn't mind at all. He melts in the heat so wet he feels like he's swimming while sitting.
He knows he's dreaming, but the whole thing feels so real. In the nature of dreams, Chirrut isn't with him, and then he is. Baze opens his eyes, and tastes emotion: peace and contentment. They taste of watermelon and hard candy, respectively. He smiles at his friend, and raises his hand to wave.
Then, her. She isn't with them, and then she is, wearing a yellow, polka-dotted swimsuit.
"Baze? Chirrut?" Eiko says, and Baze's heart leaps in his chest. She picks at the two-piece. "What's this thing?"
He knows he's dreaming, but the whole thing feels so real. In the nature of dreams, Chirrut isn't with him, and then he is. Baze opens his eyes, and tastes emotion: peace and contentment. They taste of watermelon and hard candy, respectively. He smiles at his friend, and raises his hand to wave.
Then, her. She isn't with them, and then she is, wearing a yellow, polka-dotted swimsuit.
"Baze? Chirrut?" Eiko says, and Baze's heart leaps in his chest. She picks at the two-piece. "What's this thing?"

no subject
Tears flow unabated from his eyes, and roll down his cheeks to splash on his pillow. He pushes Chirrut's foot off Baze's chest and sits up, intending to draw his friend against the larger Guardian's chest once he, too, wakes.
no subject
"Baze" He reaches out an almost-desperate hand, not entirely sure what he'll do with himself if Baze fades to mist as well.
no subject
"Chirrut, she's--" Baze starts, but only gets that far before he chokes. He sobs, tugging Chirrut close and wrapping a meaty arm around his neck.
no subject
He hopes she knows anyway.
no subject
Still. Baze is glad that he and Chirrut had that taste.
Baze cries himself hoarse. Taking a cue from Eiko, he gently scratches Chirrut's scalp.