[ In his flashes of guilt, she can almost mistake it for a glimpse of his long-buried humanity. It washes away like the streaks of dirt and sand that have crusted on her skin, receding into the steaming water. To believe there is some part of him not tainted by darkness, that is still worth saving, is ... precarious.
Dangerous. A threat to what she has convinced herself of for three years. Rey turns from it, averse to examining what discomforts her, and sinks down into the scalding warmth of the tub. It feels a waste, but she doesn't have the muscular fortitude to stand on her own two legs for fear of falling. More than that, it reminds her of what he had given up in pursuit of these luxuries, his prestige, the position of power he holds.
She can't hold onto that for long. The warmth is a balm to her stiff limbs and the deep-set ache in every bone, lapping at the mangled bracelet of bruises that have begun to form from his persistent need to bind the bird-like bones in her wrists and ankles. From Rey's side of the bond comes a strange flutter of contentment, the pour of simplistic relief as she droops into the water, eyelids fluttering closed.
It's the only comfort she has had in some time, however fleeting. Rey seizes it, so much so that she dozes off before she can finish scrubbing the grime — and blood, leftover from her attack on him, dotted across a band of freckles — from her collarbone. ]
no subject
Dangerous. A threat to what she has convinced herself of for three years. Rey turns from it, averse to examining what discomforts her, and sinks down into the scalding warmth of the tub. It feels a waste, but she doesn't have the muscular fortitude to stand on her own two legs for fear of falling. More than that, it reminds her of what he had given up in pursuit of these luxuries, his prestige, the position of power he holds.
She can't hold onto that for long. The warmth is a balm to her stiff limbs and the deep-set ache in every bone, lapping at the mangled bracelet of bruises that have begun to form from his persistent need to bind the bird-like bones in her wrists and ankles. From Rey's side of the bond comes a strange flutter of contentment, the pour of simplistic relief as she droops into the water, eyelids fluttering closed.
It's the only comfort she has had in some time, however fleeting. Rey seizes it, so much so that she dozes off before she can finish scrubbing the grime — and blood, leftover from her attack on him, dotted across a band of freckles — from her collarbone. ]