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“Look at the picture I took today.” Ali said, as Ben finally emerged into their room. She’d been feeling more herself lately and had spent a good amount of time with her kids, getting back into the swing of things. The woman had captured several great videos all day, but the one she especially loved was of Norah curling up with Cat as both of them slept. “They’d stayed like that her whole nap.”

SILENCE-  filled her ears as she slowly but carefully packed her trunks for her excursion to what once used to be known as Coruscant. It was her duty as Empress to be a political advocate for The First Order. Despite her distaste for the name and most of the people in the organization, it was her duty to keep and inspire peace. This peculiar arrangement had allowed many to keep their lives and for a better government to take hold in the galaxy.

Hazel orbs flicked to the figure standing near the fresher. He was swathed in the shadows, watching her every move. He had yet to say something- anything. This silent shadow of a man was her husband. And things often progressed as this, with either of them in utter silence or in a screaming match. Rey found she preferred the screaming over the deafening silence that enveloped her.

This trip was to be her first away from the galactic battleship she resided on. And, it was to be without her husband. It was not as if they spent much time together. They slept in separate compartments and had different schedules. They were only married in a political sense. He showed her no affection and vice versa. He did nothing to protect her from the vicious insults and threats that First Order officers offered up to her as their new Empress. Safety was not a feeling that Rey related to the Finalizer or the people surrounding her.

Growing tired of his staring and silent manner she opened her mouth to speak, agitation flashing across her features. 

Ben seemed to want her at his place much more often than anywhere else, which she chalked up to him very possibly being an introvert; he didn’t seem like he stepped out of his shell much. It was fine by her though because his penthouse was incredible, much better than her humble digs, even with the weird vibes she felt from time to time. When he called, she freshened up, dressed to the nines, and showed up, sauntering in like she already owned the place.

“Hey, darlin’, sorry I took so long. This doesn’t just happened in five minutes, believe it or not,” Bullet said with a crooked grin, motioning down her body and back up. “I mean, I’m naturally gifted, but I like to put in that extra OOMPH just for ya.” She had hoped to bring a smile to Ben’s lips, if just a ghost of one. Pushing out a soft breath, she moved closer, waiting on him to act or give her some instruction, and really, to feel him out a bit.

He meant PHAT

 ❛ the desert isn’t so bad . ❜          rey begins ,           ❛ ━━ well , not if you’re used to it . i take it you don’t care for the dry climate ? ❜

“That’s because the Resistance has denied me the basic comfort of my gloves when they brought me here as a PRISONER…” Kylo hissed, fingers flexing and his wrists pulled against the Force dampening cuffs around them. He still felt the ghost of Poe’s touch. A touch he hadn’t felt since their academy days… His breath SHOOK at the thought. “Concern is not becoming of you. I like it better when you gloat.”

“You know, I don’t remember anything close to basic comfort when I was your prisoner.” 

It was pretty cold in here, cold enough that he could feel goose bumps prickle his skin beneath the sleeves of his flight jacket. He hadn’t spent much time in subterranean hideouts before, but he was quickly discovering just how little he enjoyed it.