NO ONE / NOTHING.

i’m now @hopefired

                                   lift  me  up,  lift  me  over  it.  ©

@flipzimm    //    “i would say this isn’t what it looks like but it... sort of is?” a bit of a laugh, slightly nervous. it’s just rey’s luck; of course her cop neighbor would catch her breaking into her own house. (and it’s not her fault that poe took the spare key last time he was dropping bb-8 off and forgot to replace it under the flower pot outside her front door.) at least he’s seen her watering her plants enough times to know her face. “got locked out. don’t suppose you have a hairpin?” if living with plutt had taught her anything, it was how to pick a lock.

me: ada.m d.river is the most gorgeous being in existence i don’t know who you’re looking at

@tastefury + nova    //    fingers tapping against her leg, a nervous gesture that’s never quite gone away — rey is not used to missions like this. combat ones, sure, the familiar weight of her lightsaber in her hand and the almost comforting familiarity of battle-chaos... but politics? that’s not rey’s forte. she downs another sip of whatever wine was put in front of her, and it’s a testament to how out of place she feels that she hardly pays attention to the taste or novelty of it at all. “i’m still not sure why we were sent instead of a diplomat,” she can’t help but comment to nova. “maker knows someone like hux would have enjoyed it more.”