[ in the wake of it all, after the last battle, after losses are grieved and reunions celebrated, things begin to settle. it's calm, for the first time in a long time. the resistance does not disband — they are not so foolish as all that, and besides, where would they go? — but they breathe. they have time for that, now.
they have time for a lot these days. they have time for things like training and pod racing, time for things like a life day celebration thrown by maz kanata — which was, if rey was quite honest, a thinly-veiled excuse for maz to get chewie to drink more than his fair share of takodanian ale.
but it isn't a bad party. it's strange, really, to be at any party, but she is. it's a party that honors those they've lost, and celebrates the lives they will continue to lead. it's a good reason to be together, and so rey doesn't fight or protest; instead, she lets someone put a cold drink in her hand, and then later a warmer one. she drinks until her cheeks are stained pink with flush, and wanders the room until she spots the people she wants to see.
or the person, now singular, as finn is dragged away before she can get there by someone else. it's just poe now, standing under an archway, a plant rey's only just learned about hanging high above his head. there's a hint of amusement in her voice when she leans in, fingertips of one hand reaching out to brush a bit of something off his shoulder. ]
General.
[ it feels nice to say that. to acknowledge all that he'd done. ]
You haven't caught anything on fire today, have you?
love me
they have time for a lot these days. they have time for things like training and pod racing, time for things like a life day celebration thrown by maz kanata — which was, if rey was quite honest, a thinly-veiled excuse for maz to get chewie to drink more than his fair share of takodanian ale.
but it isn't a bad party. it's strange, really, to be at any party, but she is. it's a party that honors those they've lost, and celebrates the lives they will continue to lead. it's a good reason to be together, and so rey doesn't fight or protest; instead, she lets someone put a cold drink in her hand, and then later a warmer one. she drinks until her cheeks are stained pink with flush, and wanders the room until she spots the people she wants to see.
or the person, now singular, as finn is dragged away before she can get there by someone else. it's just poe now, standing under an archway, a plant rey's only just learned about hanging high above his head. there's a hint of amusement in her voice when she leans in, fingertips of one hand reaching out to brush a bit of something off his shoulder. ]
General.
[ it feels nice to say that. to acknowledge all that he'd done. ]
You haven't caught anything on fire today, have you?