i guess my wings have flown too close to your sun. ( CLOSED )

[purpose]

Who: rey (purpose) & kylo ren (warfares)
When: during lunasa.
Where: the city.
What: bond forging.
Warnings: none currently, will update if needed.

[ The festivities endure into the night. A fortunate turn of events when sunlight has weakened her, kept her home and restless in the cottage they share — and unable to defeat that feeling of missing the pieces of herself that have been snatched away.

There is something to be said of their splendor of the celebrations as darkness falls, at the very least. A magical quality that is only amplified by her first step outside since dawn began to color the sky, fireworks bursting and shattering across the sky in ways that only serve to remind her why she's here at all.

Ben.

She moves through the crowd to find him not once, but twice — intercepted on both attempts and made to bear witness to the weddings and shared vows of strangers. It's beautiful, she thinks, in spite of that — heartfelt and true, a happiness that plucks at her until she's aching with wistful envy.

Eventually, she manages to wriggle away from one enthusiastic brother of the bride, flushed from the exertion of dancing. Flowers skew through her hair like she's run through a forest and snagged herself on bramble, rather than any deliberate placement; a finger brushes across the petals, as if checking to see if they remain, when she finally pushes — with no lack of scornful looks at her lack of manners — through the crowd to snare his elbow, impatient. ]

I tried to find you. They kept dragging me away.

[ Contrary to that announcement, she glows from the joy of it. Content, distracted from the changes that have been forced upon her, though she sobers just slightly as she moves to untangle the ribbons tied within her hair. A selection she had made on her own for their ceremony, advised on what she hoped their bond would represent. Blue to embody patience, sincerity. Pink, for its unity and the importance of truth. White and its emphasis on peace. Each bun at the back of her head unravels with it, falling loose around her shoulders.

Lifting her hands, she presents the ribbons to him. Bearing witness to the intimate moments exchanged between strangers has brought to her attention how on view they'll be, uncertain how she feels that their own might be intruded upon, but there's a greater concern pressing at the front of her mind. ]

Do you still want to do this?

[ Now that he knows the worst of her thirst. It probes him, seeking out any regrets or hesitation. ]

Comments

[warfares]

The lack of intent to do harm, for one. ( as sobering of a thought as that might be. he's a weapon; it seems difficult to imagine that he can be anything but that. a tool. something to be wielded against an enemy or an obstacle. like this, however, it's tempting to forget that he has only really known a life of violence. that it's difficult to imagine that there could be anything else.

that he might want that.

except.

except that he does.

so when rey spins herself out, he's there to reel her back in, holding her close as the final strains of the dance concludes. some of the couples depart the dance floor, seeking out family and friends — or perhaps other, more private pleasures — while others remain. )

Another?

[purpose]

Passion doesn't always lead to destruction.

[ He has missed the point, she thinks, if he assumes she is speaking of his combat prowess and not the intensity with which he commits himself. More than that, it's a lesson she should mind herself; each slip of her restraint here feels like an ominous warning of control over her bloodlust.

Even now, the wild thud of his heartbeat causes her to salivate. Feeding recently hasn't erased the intoxicating nature of his scent, his taste. Rey presses impossibly closer, ignoring the chiming warning at the back of her skull, and tries valiantly not to inhale too deeply to keep some semblance of sanity. ]

I promised you one dance. [ She reminds him, playful rather than exasperated. She tilts her head into his chest to watch as others disperse, giggling and mirthful. It's tempting to follow suit, even as she sways in time with the soft notes. ] Do you really want another?

[warfares]

Maybe.

( it's tempting, so very tempting, to stretch out this moment as long as circumstances will allow. rey, soft and warm in his arms, smelling of wildflowers. the music drifting on the air.

it's something almost too perfect to be real. )

I confess I've never been one for parties. ( shocking, no doubt. he might be the son of a princess but has never possessed what one might consider courtly wiles. too much his father's son, even in this. )

[purpose]

I wouldn't have guessed.

[ The sarcastic bite — more of a nip, truly — prevents her from considering his time in the First Order. There is no allotted time for parties, after all, when they're too occupied with oppressing the galaxy. When Snoke has demanded the entirety of his life, his time, his energy — until he has devoted his very essence to him.

But no longer. He'll be returning with her once they've been pulled back into their own galaxy, free from the shackles of that overbearing darkness. Still, the thought pulls at the corners of Rey's mouth, chasing away the brightness of her amusement. She buries the sight in his chest, listening to his lungs inflate and release with every rhythmic breath. ]

There's still more that I promised to teach you.

[ And she is impatient in that regard, anxiously buzzing with energy. Distracting her with dancing when he is this warm and solid and close had been a fool's errand. ]

[warfares]

I haven't forgotten.

( eventually, they come to a stop. the arm banding her waist drops but the one holding her hand remains. he squeezes her fingers, an unspoken reminder that they were in this together now, whatever that entailed. )

Let's head back to the cottage.