Braze moved closer to Loomi, his posture softening as he mirrored her motion. His hand, larger and warmer, gently settled over hers, the gesture tender yet purposeful. He let go of any hesitation that might've kept him from fully embracing the moment. The warmth of his hand seemed to flow into hers, and for a moment, everything around them quieted.
Braze let his mental shields down, fully opening himself to her, his Force presence stretching towards hers like an unspoken invitation. He closed his eyes, feeling the delicate semblance of her energy, the pulse of connection blossoming between them. There was no rush, no need to hide behind walls or distance—just the serenity of being here, in this space, with her.
He leaned forward, his cheek brushing against hers, the snowy white strands of his hair shifting as he pressed his face gently to hers. The proximity felt natural, a comfort he hadn't known he was missing. His touch was soft, unafraid of drawing close, seeking the soft solace in their shared moment.
His breath stirred in the stillness, the beat of his heart a steady rhythm in the quiet. No fear, no need to pull away—just a pure, open connection. Braze's presence was a warmth against her skin, radiating not only from his touch but from a deeper place, a place of acceptance and confidence, allowing himself to be fully present with Loomi in this intimate exchange.
He could feel the threads of the Force that connected them, reaching out through the quiet pulse of the universe. His mind and soul, open and intertwined with hers, wrapped in a gentle embrace.