An amused grin crept up on Corran’s face to mirror Bast’s smile and her dry quip about boiling noodles. In spite of their problematic situation, they could still find some humor in it. Adrift in space, on a ship potentially being eaten alive by stowaway reptiles, and he could still feel at ease. They had been through some touch scrapes before and come out alive every time. As the male Ranger so often said - when they were together, everything will turn out alright.
Light dimmed in the common area, as the sunlight from Corellia’s star floated behind a planet. Not Corellia itself, but one of the outlying planets. As they drifted towards the famous planet, however many days that was, their chances rose to be rescued. Hazel eyes flicked up to look at him; sky blue glanced back. Suddenly, but only for a spark of a moment, Corran hoped rescue was a little ways off yet.
A visible happy glow seemed to emanate from the young man when his Corellian partner asked after his family. It was obvious that he had nothing to hide about his mother and cherished that relationship. “I’m from Commenor. My family has lived there for a few generations – mostly for the space trader culture there.” He took a quick bite of dinner and swallowed just as swiftly. “My mom, though, is one of a kind. She's the best mom anyone could ask for. Always loving. Always supportive." Corran huffed a bit in suppressed amusement. "Always ready with an embarrassing story of her son." He took another bite of their savory supper. His chewing seemed to slow with each bite before finally ending in a reluctant swallow. The utensil rested on the rim of the bowl. His countenance changed to something like admiration or reflection of the past.
The blond youth was so in his own thoughts that he didn't immediately recognize that Bast was nearly brushing against him. "Mom and I are pretty close. Always have been since Dad..." His voice trailed off, leaving the the sentence unfinished, "All we had was each other. She only wanted what was best for me. Even when I was too stubborn to see it." Blue eyes stared at the ceramic bowl before them, as if a holoscreen was playing back memories of his youth on it. Another appreciate smirk appeared, followed by a soft chuckle. "You know," Corran began slowly raising his gaze to the woman beside him, "In a lot of ways you remind me of–" His voice cut off abruptly as his eyes reached their zenith; meeting Bast's own hazel stare. They stayed locked there. He had been oblivious to the apprehension in the air and only now felt it, having previously been too focused on his family and memories.
She was smiling. Bast Emblai, the rugged, stoic, determined law enforcer, was smiling. She had smiled at him before, but not as full or as genuine as this. It was affixing. Her hair being pulled out of a precise bun and flowing free down a shoulder seemed to add more wonder to the whole experience. Corran noticed how closely she sat, unbothered by the proximity. He wanted to scoot a bit away - to allow more professional space. But his body refused to obey. It stayed right where it was. Even his head refused to turn away. With a great deal of mental effort, he finally forced his eyes to blink. Once. Twice. Some measure of control was returning. While his person refused to follow commands, the young Ranger was able to will his gaze to shift downward, to a blank spot on the table. "Sorry. I blathered a little bit," he said in a soft tone, "My mom and I didn't see eye to eye once, pretty seriously. I try to cherish what we learned from that." Another small moment of quiet. Corran glanced up only briefly to his partner before settling back to the table. "She'd like you, I think."
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Light dimmed in the common area, as the sunlight from Corellia’s star floated behind a planet. Not Corellia itself, but one of the outlying planets. As they drifted towards the famous planet, however many days that was, their chances rose to be rescued. Hazel eyes flicked up to look at him; sky blue glanced back. Suddenly, but only for a spark of a moment, Corran hoped rescue was a little ways off yet.
A visible happy glow seemed to emanate from the young man when his Corellian partner asked after his family. It was obvious that he had nothing to hide about his mother and cherished that relationship. “I’m from Commenor. My family has lived there for a few generations – mostly for the space trader culture there.” He took a quick bite of dinner and swallowed just as swiftly. “My mom, though, is one of a kind. She's the best mom anyone could ask for. Always loving. Always supportive." Corran huffed a bit in suppressed amusement. "Always ready with an embarrassing story of her son." He took another bite of their savory supper. His chewing seemed to slow with each bite before finally ending in a reluctant swallow. The utensil rested on the rim of the bowl. His countenance changed to something like admiration or reflection of the past.
The blond youth was so in his own thoughts that he didn't immediately recognize that Bast was nearly brushing against him. "Mom and I are pretty close. Always have been since Dad..." His voice trailed off, leaving the the sentence unfinished, "All we had was each other. She only wanted what was best for me. Even when I was too stubborn to see it." Blue eyes stared at the ceramic bowl before them, as if a holoscreen was playing back memories of his youth on it. Another appreciate smirk appeared, followed by a soft chuckle. "You know," Corran began slowly raising his gaze to the woman beside him, "In a lot of ways you remind me of–" His voice cut off abruptly as his eyes reached their zenith; meeting Bast's own hazel stare. They stayed locked there. He had been oblivious to the apprehension in the air and only now felt it, having previously been too focused on his family and memories.
She was smiling. Bast Emblai, the rugged, stoic, determined law enforcer, was smiling. She had smiled at him before, but not as full or as genuine as this. It was affixing. Her hair being pulled out of a precise bun and flowing free down a shoulder seemed to add more wonder to the whole experience. Corran noticed how closely she sat, unbothered by the proximity. He wanted to scoot a bit away - to allow more professional space. But his body refused to obey. It stayed right where it was. Even his head refused to turn away. With a great deal of mental effort, he finally forced his eyes to blink. Once. Twice. Some measure of control was returning. While his person refused to follow commands, the young Ranger was able to will his gaze to shift downward, to a blank spot on the table. "Sorry. I blathered a little bit," he said in a soft tone, "My mom and I didn't see eye to eye once, pretty seriously. I try to cherish what we learned from that." Another small moment of quiet. Corran glanced up only briefly to his partner before settling back to the table. "She'd like you, I think."
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