Decided to go a different direction
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Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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The sound of the rain was steady. Relentless. It filled the silence with its own kind of music — soft percussion against transparisteel, drumming rooftops, and the lonely metal rail she clutched so tightly. But beneath it, behind the low hum of distant speeders and the heartbeat in her ears, there came another sound.
Bootsteps.
Measured and confident. Dean didn't knock. He didn't need to. She'd left the door unlocked — not out of forgetfulness, but choice. Hope, perhaps. He stepped into the apartment quietly, a shadow of sun-warmed leather and damp edges, the storm clinging to his jacket in faint droplets. His eyes found her at once — a silhouette carved out of grief and grace, soaked through and standing tall against the storm as if it might answer her back.
He didn't say her name. Instead, he walked forward, slow and steady until he was beside her. The rain welcomed him too, soaking into his shoulders and darkening his collar, but he didn't seem to notice. Or care. Dean looked at her with that familiar gaze — quiet, unreadable, but always anchoring. And then, his voice — low, warm, and impossibly steady — broke through the rhythm of the rain.
"You're gonna catch cold out here."
A beat. A hint of something softer in his eyes.
"Come inside, Kat. Be warm." His hand didn't reach for her, but the offer was there — in his presence, in his voice, in the way he said her name like it meant something. Like he meant something. Because he did.
And he was here.
Always.