[ rey goes back to the inn only to collect her things. not that she has figured out where else to go, but it needs no discussion that she won't be welcome there anymore. her face is red and puffy from crying, and there are tears still coming. there seems no end to that particular well.
she has lost poe.
she sinks down onto the bed he shares with finn and curls her legs up to her chest. she hadn't allowed herself to dissolve into the feeling before. had backed off of it, trying to keep it together, but now … alone …
tears come again. it's not just grief, though. it's also fear. poe will be the one who gets to tell this story to finn, and that might take finn with him. especially after what she'd said to him on the magitek. even keith thought she was being unreasonable, though he lacked context. death didn't need to come for any of her loved ones; she could cut herself off from them quite well without its help.
there's another kind of fear too. that maybe poe is right. that she doesn't know what she's slipping into. nothing seems clear anymore.
it's at that time, sitting on the bed, that she feels the bond open up. it settles over her like oil, this awareness of someone else's breathing. she recognizes it now, the way it prickles the back of her neck.
she should be angry. and she is — she's furious. he'd had a role in this. he'd attacked poe. but like all things now, it is more complicated than that. she also feels the warm relief from the simple comfort of company. you're not alone.
force bond;
she has lost poe.
she sinks down onto the bed he shares with finn and curls her legs up to her chest. she hadn't allowed herself to dissolve into the feeling before. had backed off of it, trying to keep it together, but now … alone …
tears come again. it's not just grief, though. it's also fear. poe will be the one who gets to tell this story to finn, and that might take finn with him. especially after what she'd said to him on the magitek. even keith thought she was being unreasonable, though he lacked context. death didn't need to come for any of her loved ones; she could cut herself off from them quite well without its help.
there's another kind of fear too. that maybe poe is right. that she doesn't know what she's slipping into. nothing seems clear anymore.
it's at that time, sitting on the bed, that she feels the bond open up. it settles over her like oil, this awareness of someone else's breathing. she recognizes it now, the way it prickles the back of her neck.
she should be angry. and she is — she's furious. he'd had a role in this. he'd attacked poe. but like all things now, it is more complicated than that. she also feels the warm relief from the simple comfort of company. you're not alone.
she lifts her head to search ben out. ]