nurse of the resistance

Viera briefly observed the wound, eyeing the long scar that remained with quiet concentration. Nodding a few times, she turned her attention away, checking off the list in her head. “Any allerg-gies or p-p-pre-exisist-sting c-conditions?” She asked quietly. Bright eyes flickered up to meet his gaze for a moment as she shook her head. “N-N-Not t-typically. I c-can d-d-do my j-job st-still. I j-just n-need to r-r-remind myself t-to b-breathe.” 

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Poe smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held baby Shara in his arms. She was getting bigger every day and had started to recognize him. He hoped she would remember him until this was all over, but his stomach turned with the knowledge it was unlikely. He sang softly to the babe and nothing else existed as his voice soothed her tears:

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye

Remember me, don’t let it make you cry

For even if I’m far away I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me, though i have to travel far

Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be

Until you’re in my arms again, remember me

Moving herself closer, she put a hand gently on his arm, leaning against it. She was lucky. She’d have Shara to keep her company. She’d have this beautiful baby to remember him by. With her dark curls and big brown eyes, Viera always thought she looked more like her father, but Poe would swear by the resemblance between his two girls.

Ever the humanitarian, Viera always expressed concern for others. Even if they were part of the First Order. Even if she was going to die. She put the well being of others before her own. She wouldn’t beg for her life. She would cry at some point. Sob heavily as she awaited her demise. But not before making sure her job was done. “Th-Then I’m th-the w-w-weakest p-person you’ll m-m-meet.” She whispered.

Viera understood that the rest of the galaxy didn’t have families with the same dynamic as hers. They were idealistic. Perfect. Two strong leaders raising four beautiful children with their own strengths. A legacy worth writing about. But Viera knew that wasn’t what she wanted to be remembered for. She didn’t want to be the youngest Azalee who stayed on Naboo and became a community leader like her parents had, and their parents before them. She wanted to do something an Azalee had never done before. She wanted to join the war and do what she could to help. And his validation was only confirmation that she was doing just that.

Viera felt her chest rise gently as he touched her hand, her smile warm and longing. Wordlessly, she nodded for a moment, eyes glued to his. She considered herself relatively close with the others in the Resistance. A good friend to everyone who came and sat in front of her. But there was something fundamentally different with Poe. Something deeper than a surface level friendship. The instinct in her gut was stronger than she expected, prompting her to take a firm step closer, raising herself on her tip-toes to press her lips firmly against his, lingering longer than a chaste kiss of platonic friendship.

Poe wanted something like what Viera had growing up in the future. He knew this much. Even if he wasn’t sure what the next battle would bring or who would make it out of this war alive, he knew where he would be once the dust settled. He’d be in a small house on a peaceful planet with a family he loved and could call his own. He saw in Viera a sliver of that hope and dream. 

Maybe Viera would return to Naboo once the war was over. Maybe she’d meet a nice enough person who would be able to look past her stammer. Maybe she’d be able to have a child or two, teach them to do what was right in a time of crisis. Almost like how she was raised, but with a stronger moral compass than what her parents had raised her and her brothers on.

Viera’s family had been established on nothing but peace. Even with three older brothers, Viera had nothing but fond memories. No teasing. No fighting. She was protected by her brothers and her parents. She was the only daughter after all. But with that peace and tranquility, Viera found herself wanting to know the ugly parts of life too. And as the war grew worse and worse, Viera knew what she was being called towards. She could bring the good to the bad. Heal what has been hurt. She supposed it’d be difficult to explain her thoughts to someone who has been apart of the war for so long, like Poe. But he at least appreciated everything she had done thus far.

Eyes remained locked on his, though words didn’t leave her lips. She was glad that her family, no matter how odd it was, reignited the spark. With some family members not supporting either side, and a brother who was revealed to be in the First Order now, she was lucky he didn’t grow angry and impatient. After a quiet moment of reflection, she shook her head. “N-No. I f-feel b-b-better d-doing my j-job in the R-Resistance.” She explained softly, a shrug rolling her shoulders. “Besides,” She offered a timid smile. “I w-wouldn’t h-have m-m-met you if I st-stayed.”

Poe had never seen a family so functional in his life. The mish-mash of soldiers with fractured histories, destroyed families, and disappointment he called a family never came together in a harmonious way. Sure, they depended on one another like a family might but they were just barely holding themselves together. He wanted to comfort her and apologize for the holes that the war had begun to tear in them–her brother, her departure. “Well, you’re great at your job so I can understand.” He also loved feeling useful when he flew through the galaxy. 

Viera understood that the rest of the galaxy didn’t have families with the same dynamic as hers. They were idealistic. Perfect. Two strong leaders raising four beautiful children with their own strengths. A legacy worth writing about. But Viera knew that wasn’t what she wanted to be remembered for. She didn’t want to be the youngest Azalee who stayed on Naboo and became a community leader like her parents had, and their parents before them. She wanted to do something an Azalee had never done before. She wanted to join the war and do what she could to help. And his validation was only confirmation that she was doing just that.

painful

“ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ”

“ i don’t think i can keep this up much longer. ”

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

“ it sucks that i can’t kiss you in public. ”

“ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. ”

“ are you sure we will — ? ”

“ do you think we’ll ever… be a couple-couple ? ”

“ sometimes i’m just scared that you’re just using me. ”

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

“ is this a joke to you?”

“ i deleted all our texts. ”

“ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ”

“ if anyone sees us i won’t know what to do. ”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here… ”

provoked

“ aren’t we suppose to be a thing ? why are you flirting then ?”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here —”

“ you sure seem to be good at ignoring the fact that we’re together. ”

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

“ if they don’t stop hitting you up i’ll end up hitting them down. ”

“ don’t you see any pride in the marks i left on you ? ”

“ is this a joke to you — ?!”

“ stop that — we’re in public. ”

“ no, not until we get home. ”

“ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!”

“ could TRY to show that you’re a little worried about this ???”

steamy

“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”

“ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ”

“ shhh…. ~ it’ll be fine baby, no one will hear us ”

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…”

“ i’m gonna leave so many hickeys on you… show everyone that you’re taken… ”

“ i missed your scent…”

“ it feels so good — being close to again… ”

“ i’ve been thinking — about this the entire day… ”

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ”

“ kiss me… and don’t let me go ”

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

innocent

“ i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world… ”

“ we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday ”

“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ”

“ ~ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know ”

“ no one will notice if we hold hands under the table ~ ”

“ one day… we’ll be able to kiss like everyone else ”

after the fact // @hands-cf-fate

It was a short visit, but it had been more than enough for Viera to see her family for the day. To see how a year had changed those she had been apart from for so long. Her father had begun to sprout grey hairs, her mother earning a few small wrinkles. Elger was married, his wife was lovely and kind and heavily pregnant. The next time she returned, she’d be able to meet her niece or nephew, she was sure. Alistair was cruising the stars, just as he always dreamed. And Lan was gone as well. But he wasn’t adventuring with their brother. He had joined the opposing force. He was a navigations officer in the First Order. This made her only hope for a peaceful end sooner rather than later.

Walking back to the ship she and Poe had taken, she couldn’t help the permanent smile on her lips as she glanced up at him. “I w-want to th-thank you again for b-b-bringing me here. It m-means m-more to me th-than you’ll ever know.”

Poe felt a pang of sadness as their trip ended so quickly. He’d learned so much about Viera’s past in just that single sweet day. Seeing where she came from and how deeply connected she was to her family inspired him in the cause. However, it also left him wanting, an empty ache in his chest for the happy family he’d never had. Family dinners and children on the way he might never have made him smile sadly. How could she have left behind this peace? Poe’s eyes drank in Viera’s smile and his chest burned hot with satisfaction. She looked as though she belonged. He reached down to take her hand. “No. Thank you. And your family.” He squeezed her delicate hand. “You’ve reminded me what’s worth fighting for.”

Viera’s family had been established on nothing but peace. Even with three older brothers, Viera had nothing but fond memories. No teasing. No fighting. She was protected by her brothers and her parents. She was the only daughter after all. But with that peace and tranquility, Viera found herself wanting to know the ugly parts of life too. And as the war grew worse and worse, Viera knew what she was being called towards. She could bring the good to the bad. Heal what has been hurt. She supposed it’d be difficult to explain her thoughts to someone who has been apart of the war for so long, like Poe. But he at least appreciated everything she had done thus far.