organicmeatbag | [M-OOM] The Ebon Hawk

Kira watches the girls sleep for a long moment before wandering the ship. She loves this ship, it was her home for so long. Memories flood her everytime she enters a different room.

(And she can't ever stop getting a slight chill when she enters the bunkroom Kreia occupied every day).

And she finds Revan, after a little while, but doesn't bother him. She instead stands in the doorway and crosses her arms, looking tired as she watches him.

From the corner of his eye, through the Force, he sees her. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, letting her watch him, wondering what she's looking for.

Eventually though, rubbing at his eyes, he turns to her. "You look tired." He's so nice, isn't he?

"Yep." She nods. "You okay?"

She's not mincing words now.

He sighs, then shrugs, and then moves toward her, kissing her on the forehead. "I'm fine," he murmurs.

She waits till he kisses her to roll her eyes (he can't see her do it that way!). "Your father was nice," she ventures, rejecting the idea of saying 'LIAR', instead.

"You think so?" He steps back, leaning against the nearest counter.

"Well, I tend to think anyone who doesn't try to teach me parenting lessons, try to get me to buy a pointless piece of plastic, or try and kill me and mine is nice." Kira tilts her head at him, a tiny hint of a smile on her lips.

Revan chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, I don't think he has many parenting lessons he can give you." There's no hint of bitterness there. It's just a statement of fact. "We'll have to wait and see if he plans to kill us or sell us plastic though."

"Well, he could have poisoned us and sold the girls on the black market and then buried us with plastic bits...but he didn't. And that would have been the easiest time to accomplish that.

"Blowing us up later is so cliche, though."

"But everyone loves a good explosion in the end."

"Unless it kills them." Kira points out and crosses her arms.

"Well then, they'd just be too dead to think on it much."

Kira just sighs at him, and moves into the cockpit to run her hand over the pilot's seat. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," he insists, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "It was...awkward. That's all."

Her fingers touch his hands as her head falls back against his shoulder. "I know. It was destined to be."

"You weren't uncomfortable, were you?" he asks, murmuring the question into her hair.

"The girls kept me too occupied to be too uncomfortable." Kira sighs.

"And your hair kept them occupied," he murmurs, amused. "Not too much fussing from them tonight."

"I'm glad my hair is such a fun toy for them." Kira sighs again. WOE.

"They do seem to like it better than the toys we've bought for them."

She makes a vague noise. "I'm going to cut it all off."

"All of it? Really?"

"At least this much." She holds a hand to her chin. "It won't hurt as much if it's short!"

He makes a face. "Or you could just wear it up."

She snorts, turning in his arms, having sensed the face he made. "Would you not love me anymore if I cut my hair?"

Everyone knows he's just with her for her looks, duh.

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