[ Kindness, at its most perfunctory, stabs as precisely as cruelty. He doesn't mean to make it a weapon, but the blow lands all the same. The pale politeness exists in the shadow of the empty space where real intimacy used to exist, still belongs. Bickering feels better, somehow.
She doesn't probe at it. There's nothing good there. Instead, she wrestles with sleep. Rey spends a not insignificant time tossing and turning, trying to find peace. But on one side, her comfortable side, she faces his presence, and on the other side, her shoulder pinches. She pulls the curtain shut to obscure him from her view, but it's only when she accepts that she won't be able to ignore his presence anyway, thanks to the bond, that she finally falls asleep, facing towards that curtain, towards him.
Her sleep is fitful, plagued by dreams that don't take a full shape. dark specters and endless rain haunt them, most of which are hers, but their tumultuous nature is all owed to his nerves. In her vulnerable state, her mind lies open to him. That trust is the only real counter to the insult of his wish for pleasant dreams anyway. But bleeding around the edges is that same old loneliness that she thought she had escaped with him.
Turns out they'd just hidden from it a while. It came back to claim them, eventually. ]
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She doesn't probe at it. There's nothing good there. Instead, she wrestles with sleep. Rey spends a not insignificant time tossing and turning, trying to find peace. But on one side, her comfortable side, she faces his presence, and on the other side, her shoulder pinches. She pulls the curtain shut to obscure him from her view, but it's only when she accepts that she won't be able to ignore his presence anyway, thanks to the bond, that she finally falls asleep, facing towards that curtain, towards him.
Her sleep is fitful, plagued by dreams that don't take a full shape. dark specters and endless rain haunt them, most of which are hers, but their tumultuous nature is all owed to his nerves. In her vulnerable state, her mind lies open to him. That trust is the only real counter to the insult of his wish for pleasant dreams anyway. But bleeding around the edges is that same old loneliness that she thought she had escaped with him.
Turns out they'd just hidden from it a while. It came back to claim them, eventually. ]