twelve_not_fourteen | The odds of hitting your target go up when you aim at it.

Entry tags:

The odds of hitting your target go up when you aim at it.

No matter how good you are at something, if you challenge yourself against enough people, you'll find someone who can best you. Even if you have all the talent in the galaxy, nobody is going to be successful one-hundred percent of the time. It's an unfortunate aspect of life that we fail.

You can label those thoughts as pessimism or realism if you like, but it doesn't change it's truth. And the good thing is that, in recognizing you can't be the best at everything all the time, you can come to realize that the whole rest of the human race is on that ship with you. What ends up making the difference is striving to be better and being well rounded in what you can do. There's no shortage of aspiration in Han. He's not the 'resting on his laurels' type.

Which brings us to the explanation of why he's been spending the last few nights in Nexus bars learning to play darts of all things. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy mentions being interested in bar games. Girl says darts seem like fun. Boy spends all his spare time over the next few days learning how to play darts, naturally.

It could have been fun to learn how to play together and, no doubt, that's the route a lot of people would take. Not Han, though. It's so deeply ingrained into him that he needs to prove his worth, that he couldn't very well go into this occasion without some practice. Even though it's just for fun. Just an excuse to get closer to somebody. He has to be the best that he can be in the few short days he has to learn the skill. Besides, he rationalizes to himself, it will be good if someone knows the rules to the games before they try to play.

Thock. Thock. Thock.

The sound of the metal tipped darts pelting the sisal fibre board is the same every time. In some ways, the game likens itself to other kinds of marksmanship. A lot of the work is done in adopting a good stance each time and being consistent.

The hours melt away faster that he realizes.

Unlike playing cards, which requires observation and thinking to play well, he can mostly zone out here. For him, it's kind of relaxing. He's not a champion dart player after two days and he's pretty sure Barton would handily outclass him in a game, but he's gotten pretty good. He tends to hit in the wedge that he's aiming for more often than he misses.

Although they never specifically agreed upon a time or even a specific place to reunite, he trusts the May Queen to find him. The morning was clear and no doubt a goddess has a lot to accomplish in a day, so he waits until the sky begins to turn dark before he heads to an establishment called 'The Pitch and Roll'.

It starts to rain just before he gets there, but it's one of those warm refreshing ones that you tend not to mind getting caught in too much. For now. It looks to him like it's going to really start pouring soon. A good evening to spend inside somewhere. He's glad he brought a good jacket; it's light brown in color and leather. If it's still raining when it's time to walk to the Falcon, he'll be glad to have it. The rest of what he's put on in terms of his clothing is the standard for him - black pants with a yellow decoration along the side seam and a white long sleave shirt.

He doesn't see Frea when he arrives and so, he'll walk up to the bar and order an ale for himself while he waits.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"It is a good thing to finish what you start."

And yet, he's the kind of man who lets things go unresolved. One of those things he does, perhaps, knowing that it's not really the way he should be behaving. Hardly the only thing that he does anyway, knowing he's better off not.

One more kiss for her cheek before he reaches for those darts. He gets his toe to the line and makes a few well placed throws at the board. A single five, a single ten and the double bullseye. This brings Han down to a score of one, which he'll mark on the board before bringing the darts back to the May Queen.

Edited 2016-07-25 20:56 (UTC)

"So they say." His tendency to do the opposite hasn't really been noticed by her. Not yet, anyway. Nobody's perfect all the time, and it's likely something she'll forgive him for--so long as he can forgive her for making sure he finishes the important (to them) things.

Her smile only grows when he does sweet things like kiss her cheek. Does he realize how much she likes that? Because it's safe to say it's quite a lot. It could be said she's glowing afterward, if she didn't already do that most of the time.

His score gets a low whistle of appreciation. "Seems like someone's in a hurry to go."

Her own turn isn't so impressive. Two 20s and five. She was trying for the triple ring. If there was going to be a next time, she'd hope to hit it then. As it stands, she marks her new score and brings him the darts.

He has been known to be sweet on occasion. Mostly when there aren't a whole lot of people to observe him. Like plenty of people who play the cynic, underneath is all, Han is a person who does actually care. In fact, he's even got a bit of a romantic side to him, too. Only some people get certain looks at him, though, and her affection makes him inclined to allow her a different view than most everyone else gets.

"Mmm. What I did was make it challenging to win." He says, shooting a bemused look over to her. "Unless I hit a single one with the first dart, I'm gonna bust every time."

He doesn't seem to be all that perturbed by the fact. Especially as this different kind of smile seems to spread over her lips. She always looks radiant to him, but it feels like there's a little something extra in this one. He lingers in the moment of being handed the darts just to appreciate it.

"Nice jacket." He murmurs to her.

When he takes his next turn, he predictably busts, hitting the 18 instead of the 1 wedge. With no need to change the score, he brings the darts back to Frea.

Edited 2016-07-26 04:34 (UTC)

Cynics are romantics who've been hurt. Frea's a lucky woman to coax a little romance out of him despite the self-defenses he's erected. She'd love to be allowed a little more, but that takes time. Everything takes so much time...

"It has to be the first time? Oh." That's trickier, yeah. She glances at the board, then at their scores, and wonders how long she'll be stuck on something. Or would be if he didn't win first. Something to find out another time, perhaps, when there aren't more interesting things on offer. It's a thought that occupies her long enough for her to mostly miss his turn, but she's attentive when he approaches again.

"It is," she agrees with a cheeky grin. "You've got good taste."

This time, she can consistently hit the 20s. The gap is closing! She brings back the darts but only offers him one, at first, with a mischievous look like she's daring him to ask for the rest.

"Yeah, as soon as you go over, that's the end of your turn."

And since he's stuck at the score of 1, he isn't likely gonna need multiple darts. Unless he ends up hitting outside the scoring zone or missing the board entirely. Which is possible. Just ... not very likely.

Still, he wants to see where she's going with this ...

Drawing himself up to his full height, he looks down at her. It's something of a challenge not to smile at her when she's being mischievous like this, but he manages. "I might need the rest of those." He points out. "Are you gonna give them up, darling?"

His posturing and playing along makes her respond in kind, shifting her weight slightly so the clothes she's wearing drape and hang in more appealing ways. It's subtle but direct: he may be the big strong one, but he's very... distractable.

"Prove you need them and I will," she answers in a soft purr. It's a direct invitation to show off for her, and a challenge. She doubts he'll be able to resist. If it pricks his ego a bit, she'll kiss it better later; no doubt he'll have plenty of chances to tease her in kind.

Frea is the May Queen; Goddess of Spring, which, very likely is a title that comes with a tremendous amount of power. Power that he has only seen the briefest glimpses of. Power that he might not even understand when he finally gets around to talking to her about it.

She has come into some power lately that she's never had before, however. She has a terrible and wonderful power over a certain Corellian in the Nexus. Funny the way just a slight shift of her feet seems to suddenly highlight all those curves that were obviously present before, but ... not so overt. It's an obvious baiting of him, but damn if he doesn't run right for it anyway.

He doesn't bother to hide the way he's looking at her. Or the interest.

"Sure." He says after a long moment, slowly nodding his head. "I'll come back for them if I need them."

Han takes his one dart to the line and adopts his throwing posture. What makes this suddenly a much harder throw is that he's now got all this pressure that he didn't have before. Now he has the opportunity to look impressive to ... probably the most special person in all the nexus. He takes the time he needs to clear his head and then, he lifts his arm and makes his throw at the board.

He hits in one one wedge, smack in the middle of the single score zone near the bullseye. He exhales a big sigh of relief and then, with his back still to her, he makes a little bit of a fist pump with his left hand.

"Guess I don't need them." He says, as he turns back to her. He doesn't see the need to change the score on the chalkboard, but he'll fix it if they end up deciding to play another game. "Turns out you were right."

There's a fair bit of power involved in being who and what she is, that's true. Knowing when and how to wield it is most of the reason she got this job. Even she's surprised by how much power she wields over him. Somehow, she'd thought the combination of his familiarity with the view and his familiarity with these kinds of views in general would inoculate him.

Not that she's displeased by that look he's giving her. The color spreading over her cheeks is half blush and half anticipation.

Some people thrive under pressure. Han has seemed to be one of them, and this only confirms it for her. The easy-looking victory, winning not only the game but also the challenge, makes her laugh excitedly. He doesn't have a chance to turn all the way back to face her because she's already launched herself toward him to give him a hug. (Don't worry, she left the other darts on the table.) "That was amazing! I knew you just needed the proper motivation."

if there's an antidote for his attraction to Frea, he does not want to take it.

Since this is only one of a handful of times they've seen each other, it's been a while since he's been able to really take in the view of her. They've had regular meetings, but it's not as if they're attached at the hip.

"Taking on the task of motivating me, huh?" He says, catching the missle of spring affection into his chest. She seems so perfectly happy to celebrate on his behalf. The fact that it could be seen as a victory at her expense, doesn't bother her at all. Because she's a good person and ... different then most of the people he knows.

"I'll tell you right now, that's quite a job."

Edited 2016-07-27 02:44 (UTC)

This is the only anti-vax policy anyone should try to defend.

She'll make sure he gets a good chance to appreciate the view later. He's certainly earned it, and she rather likes having him look at her. Being looked at, admiringly or otherwise, isn't usually something she cares about or thinks about much. With him, it's different.

"Mm-hmm. I think I'm up for it." She wraps her arms around his shoulders and lifts herself up to give him a kiss. The first of many victory kisses, longer and sweeter than the public displays they've been making tonight.

If he's of any mind to think, while enjoying that kiss, or maybe later when he thinks back on this, he might wonder if she really lost anything. Sure, she lost the game of darts, but it sure seems like she's ended up exactly where she wants to be. That too is a kind of victory.

"I'm glad for that."

For the first time this evening, he doesn't bother to censor himself for the sake of civility. Han just enjoys the kiss that he's 'earned' in winning their game of darts and appreciates the comfort in being in her favor. The kiss goes for as long as it goes ...

"So what you think?" He murmurs, his calloused thumb drags lightly over her cheek. "Another game or should we go somewhere else for a while?"

Civility be damned. It's unlikely anyone in the room hasn't seen kissing before. So long as their hands remain (mostly) in polite places, the only reason Frea can think of that people would complain is jealousy. And she just can't be bothered with that right now. Not when there's such a kiss to enjoy.

"Mmm." Her head turns slightly so she can lean into the touch. "I don't think either of us has the patience for another game right now. Not darts, anyway."

He's not being too handsy. Just a sort of ... assertive. The kind of affection that tells everyone in the bar as well as the recipient that 'this one is mine.' Is it a bit on the possessive side? Maybe. Would a more secure individual not need to assert himself to everyone? Possibly.

It's kind of nice to possessed once in a while, though. He's hoping Frea, at least, won't be bothered by it.

"If it's still raining, maybe my place?" It's a suggestion or, perhaps, an offer. He might be wrong, but he suspects that she might still sleep outside even in the rain. Which, if he had to, he could make the best of (and there'd be a certain novelty in huddling together for a while, till they were both cold), but he'd prefer to be inside.

He could huddle against her inside the ship, too, after all.

Regardless of her response, he's gonna take the last swig of that beer and reach for her hand. Wherever the next place happens to be, he wants to be heading for it.

Not too handsy works for her. So does assertiveness. Truth be told, she kinda likes it. There's an ironic sense of freedom in giving up control. Letting him make the decisions without having to stop and consult her because they both know that's what she prefers might be a relief for them both. She's certainly game for giving it a try.

"That'd be nice." There's no hesitation. Her curiosity about his starship has been growing, and it'll be dry and hopefully warmer there. The rain never bothered her, but the cold sure does. Huddling together wherever they go is assuredly part of the plan, but there's no need to be uncomfortable while they do.

Her hand finds its way into his easily and she laces their fingers together with a smile. Wherever he's taking her, she'll follow. "You want your jacket back? I'm pretty waterproof."

He's not got much in the way of experience in being a leader despite him being 'Captain' Han Solo for more than a year already. A little more experience giving someone other than Chewbacca directions is probably good for him. And her a more forgiving presence, perhaps.

"I don't think that makes a lot of sense to be honest." He says, as Han pushes the tavern door open with his free hand. "You should keep the jacket on. We're going somewhere that I'll have plenty of stuff to change into if I get wet."

That's the best reason he can come up with on the spot for justifying her keeping the jacket. To be fair, it's not a bad point to have made either. Mostly it's a sense of chivalry that's in him that wants to see her stay warm while he toughs it out. It must have been raining the whole hour or so they were in the bar because the temperature has noticeably dropped.

More forgiving, or at least, less likely to go into a violent rage if he upsets her. She's more the 'sulk a little until he kisses it better' sort. And every great captain needs to know how to lead people; she's happy to volunteer for his practicing.

"Thank you." The change in temperature makes her shiver when they step outside and she's glad to have the jacket to snuggle into, but once they're out on the street she snuggles into his side as well. Chivalry is a fine thing and will be rewarded, but he doesn't need to suffer without any relief.

"I love listening to the rain," she remarks quietly. "Do you miss it, in space?"

"No." He says with a shrug. "It's more because when I hear something pounding on the hull of my ship repeatedly and I know that it isn't something gentle like rain, I'm worried about what it could be damaging."

Hard to relax and enjoy it in those instances.

"I'd miss it when I was living on Corellia sometimes. Our world is mainly known for constructing starships these days, but it's still one of the biggest exporters of agricultural products and food where I come from." In that regard, he thinks she might actually enjoy seeing Corellia if ... it was somehow possible to get her there.

"They celebrate harvest for a whole week, you know."

Edited 2016-07-29 22:01 (UTC)

That does not sound relaxing even hearing about it second-hand. But it gives her ideas, too, so she bumps her hip against him as they go, hard enough to be on purpose but not trying to send him off-balance.

"A whole week? That sounds like a party." One she'd like to go to, if she could. Seems like it's awfully far away when you have to travel from planet to planet in a ship... and she doesn't know if it would even happen at a time when she'd be available.

Still, it's fun to daydream. "Is there lots of food? And music and dancing? What's your favorite part?"

"Look at you trying to throw me off course." He murmurs with a smile that suggests he's not all that put off by the fact she's bumped him. "Here I was thinking you were my North Star, but maybe you're more like the interesting locale that I can't help to be drawn to."

His response isn't so much of a shove, it's more of a lean into her. A persistent and difficult to ignore pressure.

"Good food, yeah, but since it's thrown by a coalition of grain farmers it's the beer that's particularly good." He pauses for a moment, before he adds, "I feel like you'd be the most popular person there."

"Mm-hmm." She wasn't fooled, but the smile's a nice reassurance she's right. "That's me. A whole lotta trouble, but a whole lotta fun, too."

Persistent and difficult to ignore. Sounds like him. Frea beams up at him then and leans back comfortably. Somehow, despite the differences in height and stride and everything else, it works.

"Me? Oh, no, I'm sure the people who make the food and the beer are the popular ones." But she's just tickled he thinks that. "Is that your favorite part?"

She is fun to him. He's trying to be concious of the fact that she's a woman of importance and keeping that in mind, he shouldn't smother her. One man shouldn't take up too much of spring's time. A part of him kinda wants to, though.

At this point, Han is also starting to get a little bit cold, but in a way that's not interrupting his fun. He's aware of it and if she wasn't making him so ... well, happy really ... he'd be a lot more perturbed by it. The Falcon's not too far from here, though. Just where he can begin to see it's distinctive curves in the distance.

"You haven't been in a huge gathering of Corellian men before." He says with a bit of a smirk. "I'm what passes for good behavior among my people. Trust me. You'd get attention."

He jests, sort of. Not every man where he's from is a scoundrel, but when an entire planet's gender has a kind of reputation, there's often something to it.

"My favorite part? The bonfires are nice. The food and drink is among the best you'll ever have. I dunno, it might sound kind of ... sentimental, but it's good the way it brings people together. Like for that week it doesn't matter what continent you came from or who your family is."

It isn't really possible to take someone else's time. If she's giving it freely, he shouldn't feel guilty about it. Of course, 'should' is a dangerous word and a more dangerous concept.

"Yeah, but... I wouldn't want it." Her answer comes with her resting her head against his arm. Why would she want the attention of other men when he's around? It's a foolish concept. He may be a scoundrel, but for right now, he's her scoundrel. And she's his... something.

"Nothing wrong with sentimental," she points out quietly. "That does sound nice. I hope you get to go back for it soon. But, if you're still here, you might like our harvest celebrations too." Ours means hers, but he could be included in the group.

He knows that he's pretty fond her. She's starting to make it very clear that she's pretty fond of him too. Happily he'd offer himself up for the job of being her scoundrel and Han wouldn't even ask for any additional perks among the ones he's already getting, either.

"Well, you already have the best of what that planet could offer anyway." He says with a look at her that, like his actions, straddles the line between handsome and foolish. Because his hair is damp from the rain, he reaches his hand to push it out of the way of his eyes. Frea will probably notice that his clothes are getting soaked. His shirt is aleady sticking to his chest and his back.

When it comes to the invite of her harvest, he assures her, "I wouldn't miss it." He's not sure what exactly to picture in terms of how her presense would be received and the Captain figures that a lot of people are going to want her attention on that day, but ... it's the culmination of her effort in some respects, right? If she wants him there he definitely wants to be there.

"I haven't been to the one at home in a couple of years, so, it be nice to see one again." He says, offering a little of himself in the details. "Have you uh ... kept count of how many seasons you've helped people here?"

Edited 2016-07-30 12:35 (UTC)

He'll be her scoundrel so long as she's his something? She can live with that arrangement. But it does leave her wondering what that 'something' is. Something next, she expects; she's enjoying it so far.

"Mm, obviously." Handsome and foolish makes her heart flutter, so he should be careful and keep it up. She turns her head to smile up at him, which makes her notice how wet and cold he's getting. And not that she doesn't appreciate the preview, but she likes him too much to keep him suffering. A little nudge of her hip is all the warning he's getting that she's picking up the pace.

"Good. There are so many things I want to show you before... before they're gone." There are times and places when Frea will be the popular one, the belle of the ball, surrounded by people who want to bask in her sunlight or beg her for favors. He's seen the type. Has he noticed the people they keep close, the trusted friends who guide and guard? There's a reason she lets Brienne get so bossy sometimes; she knows there are times she'll need someone else to step in and handle things for her. Han could be one of those people too, if he keeps feeling these protective urges toward her.

"Maybe we can find someone to make something Corellian for you?" The little details are filed away; for all she appears flighty, she's good at remembering things that matter to her. He matters immensely. If he didn't, she might not share so much about herself with him to answer that question. Brushing off uncomfortable details is her usual m.o. "This is my first year as the May Queen. There were others before me."

So. That's a load of information for him.

Something not defined. Which is alright for now. It's not as if he has what she is all that well defined in his mind either. He's been waffling back and forth between just like any other person he's ever known but with more powers and more responsibilities and ... not like anyone he could imagine. It hasn't occurred to him that she could be both things.

Moving faster is probably good. Using more muscle energy will help keep him warm, at any rate. Either way, the ship seems about 200 yards away now. Even in the rain and gray, that's probably enough for her to really take in the sight of his beloved Falcon.

He cares for her deeply and wants to look out for her. Han is a very different kind of protector and likely the kind who would notice different kinds of threats than Brienne would see. Together, she'll be well looked after. Though how much after she needs looking, he's not entirely sure.

"Maybe." He says with a nod. "Something that grows pretty quickly, probably?" He wouldn't call his agricultural knowledge top notch. Nor is he privy to how much longer the growing season is around here. If anyone could make something from his home take root here though ... he'd believe it would be her.

"First?"

He couldn't have guessed as much. For as much as she can be flighty, he's also seen her be very knowledgeable of her domain and wise. "Long may you reign, Queen Frea."

Edited 2016-07-31 02:12 (UTC)

Han: 1, Frea: 167

Han: 1, Frea: 122

Han: 1, Frea: 122

Re: Han: 1, Frea: 62

Han: 1, Frea: 62

Han: 1, Frea: 62

Han: 0, Frea: 62

Aww that's cute. :D

He can be kinda cute sometimes.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Seems appropriate: https://youtu.be/D1ZYhVpdXbQ

I saw Clockwork Orange so many times before I actually saw Singin ...

I had to watch CO for a film class. Ugh.

Not a fan, eh?