purpose: (rey32)
ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2019-08-28 06:32 am (UTC)

[ The muscle in her jaw jumps beneath the skin, made more evident by the taut pull of skin over her bone structure where malnutrition has kicked back in. He is right, to some extent; Rey might have fallen with the Resistance, but the woman that has been left in her place is still so obstinate, fixing her gaze upon his with an enraged defiance.

She won't award him the pleasure of looking away, of witnessing her struggle. Already he is basking too heavily in her belligerence without adding more thrashing to the list.
]

I don't miss them. Not from you.

[ Not anymore, Rey thinks to herself, even in her wretched loneliness. He isn't Ben Solo, the man she might have imagined if he had not gone astray. Kylo Ren had slaughtered him, too, that day. Neither is he Finn, soft and gentle — or Leia, nurturing and kind. His touch means nothing to her when it is pure possession rather than compassion, rather than love. Images of each flash through her mind, more painful for knowing they're gone.

Bile rises in her throat, bound to choke her for the threat she inherently detects in his promise. He won't be happy until he's taken everything that is still hers, spared from him on Crait. Made every part of her his, believing it will bring her back to him.
]

You don't know what you're talking about.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting