[I know, it's terrible and you should never ever forgive me. :P]
Frea is a woman who cares deeply and can only hope Han enjoys being one of the things for which she cares. She's duty driven, yes, but not overly serious. She can have fun, and intends to do so any time the opportunity presents itself. Some of the things that are important to the both are very different, but they may find they have more in common than they realize. It'll take time and open minds and a willingness to talk about things, but they can learn.
He's not the only one who's a little scared of these new feelings. She knew, she thought she understood, how intensely she'd feel things. Nothing prepared her for this. It's scary, wanting to be with one person so much. (Not that the impulse to put down roots is so far outside her demesne.)
His half-naked self is a wonderful distraction from all kinds of things, but it does highlight the tight ache she's starting to feel. It's a surprisingly warming view, if the faint but rising color in her cheeks is any indication. "Mm-hmm." Waiting patiently is one of those things everyone, even goddesses, have to do sometimes. And it's not like watching him work ruins the view.
She's trying to think of the space as 'cozy'. It's simple, and yes, she generally approves of spartan arrangements. Small, but she can live with that. The tiny bunks... not her idea of a good time, or a place for one. The building of a blanket nest on the floor, though? That has her smiling. She thinks (possibly wrongly) that he remembers her fondness for them, and that's a very sweet thing. When he's done redecorating she wraps her arms around him from behind and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Thank you."
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Frea is a woman who cares deeply and can only hope Han enjoys being one of the things for which she cares. She's duty driven, yes, but not overly serious. She can have fun, and intends to do so any time the opportunity presents itself. Some of the things that are important to the both are very different, but they may find they have more in common than they realize. It'll take time and open minds and a willingness to talk about things, but they can learn.
He's not the only one who's a little scared of these new feelings. She knew, she thought she understood, how intensely she'd feel things. Nothing prepared her for this. It's scary, wanting to be with one person so much. (Not that the impulse to put down roots is so far outside her demesne.)
His half-naked self is a wonderful distraction from all kinds of things, but it does highlight the tight ache she's starting to feel. It's a surprisingly warming view, if the faint but rising color in her cheeks is any indication. "Mm-hmm." Waiting patiently is one of those things everyone, even goddesses, have to do sometimes. And it's not like watching him work ruins the view.
She's trying to think of the space as 'cozy'. It's simple, and yes, she generally approves of spartan arrangements. Small, but she can live with that. The tiny bunks... not her idea of a good time, or a place for one. The building of a blanket nest on the floor, though? That has her smiling. She thinks (possibly wrongly) that he remembers her fondness for them, and that's a very sweet thing. When he's done redecorating she wraps her arms around him from behind and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Thank you."