the world you wanted is a fantasy

“Around the corner!” You shouted to him, grabbing onto his wrist and making sure you both stuck together.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Haja repeatedly muttered as you both swung around the corner and into the alley trying to shake off a few seriously disgruntled customers.

“This isn’t the first time you messed up,” you lectured him while cutting across the street and getting lost in a crowd, “and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” You kept your heads down as the angry customers passed you by.

“Give me some credit here, y/n.” Haja defended himself while bringing his hood over his head. “Who got you out of that deal gone south not even three rotations ago?”

“I could have dealt with that on my own.” You rolled your eyes and finally eased up, letting go of him.

“Yeah, really looked like you had it handled.”

Being wanted by the Empire—the Inquisitors, no less—made it much harder to stay alive than what you were previously doing to make ends meet. So you and Haja had to leave your home, everything behind. You boarded a ship that would take you to safety. And on that ship, you felt safety in the man next to you, curling up against him and listening to his heartbeat, which varied every few minutes.

“We’re going to be okay, y/n. I know we are.” Haja whispered to you and placed a kiss atop of your head. You smiled tiredly and squeezed his hand tight.

“It’s funny, you and I have spent so much time together that you couldn’t lie to me to save your life.” You dryly chuckled, just trying to keep it together yourself. “We’re okay for now. That’s all.”