Give me what I want. [Brute force wasn't the solution he'd hoped to come to, but then that was always the way of things in his fractured, too-skewed world: no simple paths to clean futures or the comforts denied to him by blood. For all the blows life saw fit to mar him with across the years on a whim he learned how to endure, keeping his neck above the tide not out of hope, but spite.
And that is what she, some untrained, unharnessed, inexperienced speck of dust from the gutters of Jakku could never know.
He looked at her - Solo. He watched her the way he'd never looked at his own son.
If he snapped her neck it'd be within his rights. If he picked her apart from her insides out she'd never be missed and he hisses that broiling insult as his grip cinches tight, boring into her skin as far as dull, gloved fingertips allow, threatening the hairpin crackle of bone. Threatening worse, though not yet. Not just yet.]
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And that is what she, some untrained, unharnessed, inexperienced speck of dust from the gutters of Jakku could never know.
He looked at her - Solo. He watched her the way he'd never looked at his own son.
If he snapped her neck it'd be within his rights. If he picked her apart from her insides out she'd never be missed and he hisses that broiling insult as his grip cinches tight, boring into her skin as far as dull, gloved fingertips allow, threatening the hairpin crackle of bone. Threatening worse, though not yet. Not just yet.]
Tell me where he is-- show me!!