Even if Bucky didn’t recognize Din or couldn’t understand what he was saying, at least there was the comfort that he still recognized the sound of his name. There was a clear sign of recognition in his eyes when Din said his name— this wasn’t just some one-in-a-trillion case of mistaken identity. Not with that face, that voice, that arm, and recognizing his name. Everything else he could piece together later, right now his priority was making sure Bucky was protected from whatever was headed their way.
He went to turn to look behind him to see if Bucky was finding his beskar’gam, but was cut short by the man moving in front of him and wrapping his beskar hand around Din’s wrist. None of Bucky’s armor was in sight, and it was rapidly sinking in that it may not be anywhere within reach, and Bucky had no intention of finding it.
The words Bucky was speaking was little more than gibberish, but he could read the tone in them and in his actions. Bucky was telling him to stand down. To trust him.
Everything since he landed had been nothing but wrong, but standing this close, looking into this man’s eyes— he had to trust him. He hated everything about this, especially not knowing a karking thing of what was going on, but whatever else was going on, he still trusted Bucky. It was definitely, positively a stupid thing to do. But he had to go with his gut.
Din nodded reluctantly, forcing some of the tension out of his stance. He was still ready if something went sideways, but he was clearly less primed to jump into a firefight. He let out a deep huff of a sigh, turning to look towards the descending ship. His guts twisted, knowing it was too late for Bucky’s helmet now. Whoever was in the ship was close enough to see his face now. It took everything not to try to push Bucky behind him again, give him some chance to cover his face— he could worry about Bucky’s Creed after. He had to remind himself of the Redemption his riduur could seek, the Living Waters— what was more important right now was the here and now. They’d figure the rest out together— like they always did.
“You better be right about this.” He muttered more to himself than to anyone else, the vocoder stealing away some of the edginess in his voice.
The ship landed not far from them, the wind whipping Din’s dark red cape behind him. His display flickered again, unable to get a good read-out of what he was about to be dealing with. He knew Bucky had (probably) told him to stand down, but he found himself tensing again in the anticipation of whatever was going to step out of it. He had never seen a ship like that before, but it clearly wasn’t meant for off-world travel. If he had the luxury, he’s sure he would have loved to take all the time in the world to examine that ship and find out exactly how it works— but there were obviously more important things to worry about right now.
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Date: 2023-08-27 03:21 am (UTC)He went to turn to look behind him to see if Bucky was finding his beskar’gam, but was cut short by the man moving in front of him and wrapping his beskar hand around Din’s wrist. None of Bucky’s armor was in sight, and it was rapidly sinking in that it may not be anywhere within reach, and Bucky had no intention of finding it.
The words Bucky was speaking was little more than gibberish, but he could read the tone in them and in his actions. Bucky was telling him to stand down. To trust him.
Everything since he landed had been nothing but wrong, but standing this close, looking into this man’s eyes— he had to trust him. He hated everything about this, especially not knowing a karking thing of what was going on, but whatever else was going on, he still trusted Bucky. It was definitely, positively a stupid thing to do. But he had to go with his gut.
Din nodded reluctantly, forcing some of the tension out of his stance. He was still ready if something went sideways, but he was clearly less primed to jump into a firefight. He let out a deep huff of a sigh, turning to look towards the descending ship. His guts twisted, knowing it was too late for Bucky’s helmet now. Whoever was in the ship was close enough to see his face now. It took everything not to try to push Bucky behind him again, give him some chance to cover his face— he could worry about Bucky’s Creed after. He had to remind himself of the Redemption his riduur could seek, the Living Waters— what was more important right now was the here and now. They’d figure the rest out together— like they always did.
“You better be right about this.” He muttered more to himself than to anyone else, the vocoder stealing away some of the edginess in his voice.
The ship landed not far from them, the wind whipping Din’s dark red cape behind him. His display flickered again, unable to get a good read-out of what he was about to be dealing with. He knew Bucky had (probably) told him to stand down, but he found himself tensing again in the anticipation of whatever was going to step out of it. He had never seen a ship like that before, but it clearly wasn’t meant for off-world travel. If he had the luxury, he’s sure he would have loved to take all the time in the world to examine that ship and find out exactly how it works— but there were obviously more important things to worry about right now.