[ There is nothing graceful in how they topple. Sand fills Rey's mouth, the hood of her cloak as it's knocked away by the force of their fall to reveal the gaunt lines of her cheekbones. Sunken, sharp, like the fragile curve of her collarbone above the black cut of her tunic.
The spitting, scorching anger in her gaze is more emotion than her deadened stare has held in weeks. He has taken so much from her; she will not allow him to have her, too. Rey's teeth gnash, spittle flying from her mouth as she leans upward to grit, ]
They were right.
[ He'll learn. Rey's head rears back — and then her skull slams forward against the protrusion of his nose in an effort to stun him off of her, colliding so forcefully that black spots appear in her vision. ]
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The spitting, scorching anger in her gaze is more emotion than her deadened stare has held in weeks. He has taken so much from her; she will not allow him to have her, too. Rey's teeth gnash, spittle flying from her mouth as she leans upward to grit, ]
They were right.
[ He'll learn. Rey's head rears back — and then her skull slams forward against the protrusion of his nose in an effort to stun him off of her, colliding so forcefully that black spots appear in her vision. ]