Din couldn’t understand a thing Bucky was saying. Whatever language he was speaking was one Din hadn’t heard before— which was saying something. It wasn’t that he didn’t just understand, it didn’t sound in the least bit familiar. And it was coming out of his husband’s unhelmeted mouth.
Something deep in him felt very, very wrong. Clearly by everything surrounding him right now, something was wrong— but he could feel it much deeper than that. It was enough to make him shove aside all of the hundreds of things wrong right now and focus on the one thing that mattered: Bucky. Standing there, without his helmet, wearing clothes he’d never seen his riduur own, on a planet Din had never seen, after impossibly crashing out of a hyperspace lane.
Bracing himself against his protesting joints and muscles, Din shoved himself to his feet in one smooth motion, instincts putting him on alert. He kept a firm grip on his blaster, no idea what sort of hostile territory they might be in. He lightly pressed the tips of his fingers of his other hand to the side of his helmet, trying to get a better read on Bucky— it had to be Bucky, this close there was no mistaking it— but the visor only flickered and glitched on him. That ceremonial gift Bo-Katan had packed must have knocked something loose in his helmet as well as in his head.
“How did— I don’t understand. How are you here? Where’s your helmet? I just left you on Mandalore.” He said in Basic, taking a step towards Bucky.
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Date: 2023-08-26 02:21 am (UTC)Something deep in him felt very, very wrong. Clearly by everything surrounding him right now, something was wrong— but he could feel it much deeper than that. It was enough to make him shove aside all of the hundreds of things wrong right now and focus on the one thing that mattered: Bucky. Standing there, without his helmet, wearing clothes he’d never seen his riduur own, on a planet Din had never seen, after impossibly crashing out of a hyperspace lane.
Bracing himself against his protesting joints and muscles, Din shoved himself to his feet in one smooth motion, instincts putting him on alert. He kept a firm grip on his blaster, no idea what sort of hostile territory they might be in. He lightly pressed the tips of his fingers of his other hand to the side of his helmet, trying to get a better read on Bucky— it had to be Bucky, this close there was no mistaking it— but the visor only flickered and glitched on him. That ceremonial gift Bo-Katan had packed must have knocked something loose in his helmet as well as in his head.
“How did— I don’t understand. How are you here? Where’s your helmet? I just left you on Mandalore.” He said in Basic, taking a step towards Bucky.