Last Westgard Standing
Within the cosy warmth of the Westgard homestead, the brisk morning sun poured through the windows in golden streams. At the sink, a lone figure stood scrubbing away at a pile of dishes, eyes focused in quiet resignation. Silas had drawn the short straw when it came to cleaning up after last night's dinner, a chore few people enjoyed, no matter how diligent they were. Still, it was a small price to pay for an evening spent sharing a romantic meal with a woman he found himself growing fonder of by the day.
Whistling a local tune under his breath, dressed only in slippers, shorts, and a loose t-shirt, Silas heard the heavy thud of a packed bag hitting the table behind him. He glanced back briefly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips at the sight of Imogen preparing for yet another assignment.
"Hm. I see you're eager to leave," he remarked dryly.
Imogen grinned as she crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with playful amusement as she looked up at him. "I wouldn't say eager," she replied. "Do you really think sneaking around the underworld of Coruscant sounds exciting? If anything, I'd rather stay here with you." She punctuated the comment with a teasing squeeze of his nose and a quick kiss on his cheek before slipping away to check through her bag once more.
Silas rolled his eyes, though a quiet chuckle escaped him all the same. Drying his hands, he finally turned to face her properly. Crossing the room, he leaned in to give her a brief kiss before flicking her lightly on the nose in retaliation.
"Yea yea... Stay safe out there," he said with a wink. "You wouldn't want the embarrassment of me having to come rescue you, right?"
A crooked grin spread across Imogen's face.
"In your dreams, loverboy. I'll be back before you even have the chance."
Her voice softened with the words. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she headed for the door. Just before stepping outside, she paused and glanced back at him.
"Keep safe, Si. Try not to get yourself into trouble."
This time, her smile carried a warmth that lingered after the door shut behind her.
Silas stood there in silence for a few moments, eyes fixed on the now closed door. Eventually, he exhaled softly and turned back to the sink, a thoughtful smile resting on his face as he resumed washing the dishes.