[ the emotions that pour through the link between them are like nothing she's associated with kylo ren before. pride, but with more levity. delight. it echoes back at him from her end — strongly enough that she has to wonder if it hasn't really come from her in the first place and fed back through in a loop.
it's overwhelming, watching the lines between them blur like this. she could lose herself in it. that dark shadow, staved off for now, could still seep in and she might not even think to stop it. but … it's comforting, too. ]
No.
[ it's an agreement — one she can only think to attribute to the notion that they must be on that same track, still. headed to the destination they need to go to. a destiny. for her, in him. wrapped up together. he had tried to tell her that, of course. on viridian sea: you have something better than bloodlines. only now does she truly believe it. only now can she feel it.
but his question spurs a hundred others in the back of her mind. chatter that starts to crowd the ambience. will this continue? if it doesn't, what will happen to the both of them? if poe hasn't already turned finn against her, will she be able to keep it from him? to make him understand, ever?
there's so much they still don't know. ]
Maybe it only happened then because we needed to see it. [ the implication, of course, that they don't now. the space between them was still there — compromises to be made, differences to be reconciled and detangled. but it seems smaller now. they have already been brought together. it would be harder, now, to separate them than anything else.
she knows she should release his hand, take her things, and go. she should make her way from this room and put it behind her while she can still ride the strength this has brought her. but again, separating feels … impossible. she looks down at their hands. ]
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it's overwhelming, watching the lines between them blur like this. she could lose herself in it. that dark shadow, staved off for now, could still seep in and she might not even think to stop it. but … it's comforting, too. ]
No.
[ it's an agreement — one she can only think to attribute to the notion that they must be on that same track, still. headed to the destination they need to go to. a destiny. for her, in him. wrapped up together. he had tried to tell her that, of course. on viridian sea: you have something better than bloodlines. only now does she truly believe it. only now can she feel it.
but his question spurs a hundred others in the back of her mind. chatter that starts to crowd the ambience. will this continue? if it doesn't, what will happen to the both of them? if poe hasn't already turned finn against her, will she be able to keep it from him? to make him understand, ever?
there's so much they still don't know. ]
Maybe it only happened then because we needed to see it. [ the implication, of course, that they don't now. the space between them was still there — compromises to be made, differences to be reconciled and detangled. but it seems smaller now. they have already been brought together. it would be harder, now, to separate them than anything else.
she knows she should release his hand, take her things, and go. she should make her way from this room and put it behind her while she can still ride the strength this has brought her. but again, separating feels … impossible. she looks down at their hands. ]