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twelve_not_fourteenNo 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.
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.
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Date: 2016-08-21 06:20 pm (UTC)For instance - he is a pilot. He identifies with being a pilot. He's not like every pilot, though. And there's more to Han than just his being a pilot. Frea is the goddess of spring. She identifies with spring, but she's not like every goddess and there's more to her than just spring.
He might be oversimplifying it, but in the same way that Frea can't know how money works because it's out of her realm of experience, so too is what it's like to be a god outside of Han's. Can any mortal know that? He was intuitive enough to know that it was important to tell her that he sees her as 'more', but he can't really know how important it is without understanding the burden.
"Does it sound crazy if I say I think I need you?" He says smirking at the sensation of nails on his skin. "I don't think I'm the type that knows what I want or what's right, actually, but I know what I'm drawn to."
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Date: 2016-08-21 08:26 pm (UTC)This is not a burden she'd wish on anyone she likes. He'll have to learn to live with not understanding, or find someone else to 'help' him learn.
Frea takes her time answering, thinking about the question and its implications. But she can't help smiling while she thinks, so he's not exactly left in suspense. "Need is a very strong word, sweetheart. But I'll come back every spring as long as you need me."
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Date: 2016-08-21 08:57 pm (UTC)But he knows what he's drawn to.
The sky and the earth are unlikely friends, but together they make a beautiful horizon. He thought of that one night, pondering over her. Can't bring himself to try to say it out loud.
Anyway, it's funny that she thinks so hard upon what he said. Han himself doesn't figure that anything out of the mouth of a scoundrel is all that worth pondering over. The fact that she's a goddess, conversely, makes him feel like everything that she says is probably worth being written into a data pad and to be studied and saved for a thousand years or more. Then he occasionally catches himself thinking things like that and he knows ...
He knows that he's still got work to do in figuring out what the best way to handle her is. But he's trying. Damn if he isn't trying.
The smuggler's hands trace over her jaw lightly. "What about what you need?"
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Date: 2016-08-22 01:04 am (UTC)Frea leans into his touch with another of those little sounds of contentment she tends to make when he's touching her. She likes him to know how much she enjoys it, and hopes it'll inspire him to keep it up. (Another of those mutually beneficial acts of altruism?) It also buys her time to think of an answer beyond the flippant one she'd give in public.
"More of this," she admits after a minute or two of nuzzling into his hand. "I have good friends and work I like doing and more of this would make everything just about perfect."