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i guess my wings have flown too close to your sun. ( CLOSED )
Who: rey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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. ]
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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
( 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.