purpose: (( where you see light. ))
ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2019-08-28 07:15 am (UTC)

You want me to fight. It reminds you of her.

[ Each syllable brushes what's left of the softness of her mouth — cracked and dry, eroded from the desert's unforgiving climate — against the pad of his thumb, but Rey refuses to recoil. Knowing he must desire it, searching for the parts of her he has missed, is reason enough to deny it to him.

It goes against the very fiber of what she is to offer numb indifference, but it feels like a revelation. A new way of approaching him, now that she believes she is aware of his attempts to draw her spirit out, make her remember herself. Hoping she will fight in order to feel he has earned her surrender if it were to come.
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You won't get anything from me.

[ And that makes all the difference. He can take it, but she will never give it willingly. Kylo Ren is a fool to believe that will ever be enough to slake his hunger, that she will come to him if he is patient enough (as if he has ever possessed patience, Rey thinks to herself). Rey's eyes finally leave his, glazing over as she directs them somewhere above his head. ]

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