No. [ that, at least, is quick. certain. ] This is ours.
[ the garage, the junkyard, the office attached — it might belong on paper to poe first and then to finn, but it's theirs in a way that the apartments never will be. in the absence of the falcon or even her defunct at-at cave on jakku, this place is the closest thing rey has to something that's her own, something she can close the doors on and shut out the outside world for however long it takes. her answer would be the same despite the facilities inside. even if there was nothing but dirt on the ground and a slim tarping for cover, rey would choose that a hundred times over. ]
I don't need anything special.
[ it's said lightly enough, referring more to the skinny mattress and frame in her room, but there's a bittersweet honesty to the words that betrays the truth to them. she doesn't ask for much because there's never been anything to show her what to ask for, having been left with no expectations after a lifetime of solitude and scrappy self-reliance.
but there's a smile that curves up the corners of her mouth as his lips skim over her forehead, a trust that's echoed in the simple fact that rey doesn't pull away from the touch. instead, she leans in a little, lifting herself up on tiptoes just enough to press her own mouth against the apple of his cheek, a barely-there brush of warmth that's gone as quickly as it comes. ]
no subject
[ the garage, the junkyard, the office attached — it might belong on paper to poe first and then to finn, but it's theirs in a way that the apartments never will be. in the absence of the falcon or even her defunct at-at cave on jakku, this place is the closest thing rey has to something that's her own, something she can close the doors on and shut out the outside world for however long it takes. her answer would be the same despite the facilities inside. even if there was nothing but dirt on the ground and a slim tarping for cover, rey would choose that a hundred times over. ]
I don't need anything special.
[ it's said lightly enough, referring more to the skinny mattress and frame in her room, but there's a bittersweet honesty to the words that betrays the truth to them. she doesn't ask for much because there's never been anything to show her what to ask for, having been left with no expectations after a lifetime of solitude and scrappy self-reliance.
but there's a smile that curves up the corners of her mouth as his lips skim over her forehead, a trust that's echoed in the simple fact that rey doesn't pull away from the touch. instead, she leans in a little, lifting herself up on tiptoes just enough to press her own mouth against the apple of his cheek, a barely-there brush of warmth that's gone as quickly as it comes. ]
Just you.