INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

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Pedro
Pity you?
What's there to pity?
You're strong as hell.
You've been through things
that I can't even imagine.
You make everyone around you
feel comfortable and safe
and happy, despite feeling
the opposite.
I could never pity you.
I'm inspired by you.

6:14PM

Pedro
You're this big bright ball
of warm happy energy and
I can't help but feel drawn to you.
You're like the sun and I'm just
a planet, pleasantly caught in
your orbit.
(Message not delivered.)

Willow
Pedro
How do I respond to that
I don't even
Fuck
You're literally making me cry

Pedro is typing...
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Message read at 6:17PM

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Pedro stared at the phone in his hand, mind reeling from the drinks at the wrapping party. He wanted to text her, it had been two hours since she'd responded. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how he wanted to sweep her off her feet and take her away from all of her own pain.

He looked up, glancing across the room at her.

Willow's hair; tucked under a dark green bandana, covered in fake dirt and soot. She was still wearing the bandana from their final shot, and the wrist cuffs as well, but her boots were different. Dark brown with laces too long for the shoes, wrapped around three ways before they tied in front.

She had mismatched socks on, one slightly longer than the other, and a pair of black shorts with an oversized t-shirt.

Willow's appearance screamed haphazard disarray, as though she'd grabbed the first two items in her trailer and threw them on, forgetting the costume pieces entirely.

Pedro felt the air leave his lungs, his mouth parted a fraction as he admired her. Standing there, laughing with Jon Favreau about something he couldn't hear, he realized she was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Mierda," he breathed out, trying to pry his eyes from her. She hadn't noticed him staring yet, but he was sure she would in a moment.

A part of him wanted her to notice, for her cheeks to redden and a sheepish smile to tug at her lips. He lived for that; making her blush. He found it absolutely adorable and endearing and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her cheeks and tell her as such.

He moved his gaze to the right, spotting the snack station. It was full of finger food; cheese, crackers, canapés, cucumber sandwiches. People snagged multiple and ate happily, but he didn't feel hungry anymore.

He peered over at her again, letting out a quiet sigh. Pedro didn't want to let her go. He could hear her laugh from where he stood across the room, loud and joyful, and it tugged at his heart.

He wanted to hear her laugh forever. He didn't want her laugh to be one he could place forever but never hear again.

"You okay?"

Pedro jumped slightly, placing a smile on his face, painting it over his pained expression. He couldn't let anyone else know, not now. Not after everything.