How much do you hate me? (Nov 7) - U.S.S. Freedom

He reached down, to just pick her up. "Upstairs or down?"

"Doesn't matter." She said as she wrapped her arms around him.

Perhaps it was a bit of selfishness then, as he chose the more 'cave like' of the two options, carrying her with one arm as he opened the stairs to the basement. The reinforced stairs (he had learned that lessons sadly) were fresh lumber and build to hold even his massive weight. No lights, as they were needed. Just the closest warmth of the earth.

She curled against him, tiny against is large frame. The dark didn't bother her, not anymore. She relaxed, happy to be home. Happy to be with him.

In movies, books and the like, the male often laid down the female in a giant bed, something gallant or romantic. Mat fit more the stereotype of Disney's 'Beast', while Ren would always play his counterpart 'Beauty'. He took his favorite corner, just sinking down in it, back to the wall without letter her go. Reached up to pull his hat down, as if the shadow of the brim would make a difference in the twilight 'cave' beneath their home. Old habits. Old rituals.

Welcome home.

(I think that's a beautiful place to call scene )

(( twas the idea ))