WHO: Jyn & Wanda & y'all WHERE: All over the place WHEN: February 14 - onwards; event catch all WHAT: Dealing with event shenanigans; hit me up if you want something in particular WARNINGS: None so far, though probable Rogue One spoilers
What Wanda doesn't know about space could fill a very thick book or, alternatively, the Brief History of Time documentary narrated by Benedict Cumberbatch. So when the fleet falls into orbit with a passing planet (or are they the ones passing?) she finds herself with hands pressed against the glass of a window in the hall and staring out at the planet beneath them.
Holy cows.
She's so distracted by this that when she steps back from the window she almost barrels right into a man walking down the hall. "Oh!"
Chirrut shifts just out of the way in a manner that could have been pure luck, his hand not occupied by his staff coming up and reaching as if to steady her if she needs it. He is not unaccustomed to these little near misses, though they are more common in far busier halls.
"Are you alright?" he asks without quite facing her, his voice kind and good humored.
Oh he's blind. Wanda blinks and nods. And then realizes he won't be able to see that.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I should be asking you that." She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, taking in the staff and the milky quality of his eyes with visible curiosity. She could not be more transparent if she tried,
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Holy cows.
She's so distracted by this that when she steps back from the window she almost barrels right into a man walking down the hall. "Oh!"
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Chirrut shifts just out of the way in a manner that could have been pure luck, his hand not occupied by his staff coming up and reaching as if to steady her if she needs it. He is not unaccustomed to these little near misses, though they are more common in far busier halls.
"Are you alright?" he asks without quite facing her, his voice kind and good humored.
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"Yes, I'm sorry. I should be asking you that." She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, taking in the staff and the milky quality of his eyes with visible curiosity. She could not be more transparent if she tried,
"I wasn't paying much attention, was it?"