purpose: (rey099)
ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2019-08-28 08:16 am (UTC)

[ His fingers ruin what their scuffle in the sand hadn't, disrupting what's left of the braid that hangs low at her back. It promises what had once been intricate — familiar, a memento from Leia that she can only replicate now.

She hadn't had the heart to ever disband it. It's clear she has taken no better care of it — and herself, for that matter — than what had been strictly necessary to keep it free from dangling in her face, greasy from sweat and lack of proper hygiene, hanging in the middle of her spine. It hasn't deterred him, she notes, as she had hoped the state of her might.

It seems she was wrong. He is too desperate to find her unappealing, even wan and unwashed. Rey's dry throat works as she swallows, deliberately ignoring whatever suggestion she thinks she hears between the lines. Ignoring him, more than that, as she angles her face away to pay attention to rubbing feeling back into her arms.

She is convinced he will eventually stop once he gets no reaction. And if he will not stop ... She can take advantage of his current fixation.
]

I had all that I needed in the desert.

[ Enough to sustain herself on just enough nourishment to survive. Enough warm bodies if she needed the company, though she could never bring herself to want human contact again. Opening herself meant inevitably losing it. ]

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