#flyrebel

rey, blushing: who?

     “ hey, poe, ”   she is speaking in a low voice, her hand gently gabbing his rm to pull him away from the crowd and into one of the small hallways on the falcon. this was information nesota probably should’ve gone to the general with BUT poe could be the one to help convince leia of the plan a lot better than she.   “ i may have found a place we can lay low for awhile, ”   eyes are darting left and right to make sure there is no one listening in,   “ and i can get us supplies from the city on the other side of the system. it’d be a good restart point. ”

“ Are you okay ? That looks pretty bad “ 

                  kaytoo looks down at poe, and for one of the rare moments it happens, he wishes that he had a face like the other’s so he could pout. arms at his side, the blaster’s safety back on ( probably ), the droid stands tall in his stature from the reprimand. new rebellion, new enemies, same damn rules though, huh ?

           nervous is an understatement for what she’s feeling as she prepares for the night. it isn’t like it’ll be the first time they see each other outside of their duties, but it will be the first time in such a formal setting. she’d painstakingly chosen the perfect dress, ------and short heeled shoes ( you can’t be taller than your date, warnings rang out in response to the first pair she’d chosen )  and rose had even helped her with a little bit of makeup ---which she wasn’t used to wearing, and had felt very strange at first. but she can’t deny the effect once its complete, and she nearly gasps when she sees herself in the mirror only moments before the doorbell rings. 

           if she’d been nervous getting ready, it increases tenfold as they walk down the stairs to greet their dates and its only alleviated when she see him, prompting a bright-eyed and wide grin as she reflects on how silly it had been for her to be nervous in the first place. nervousness turns to excitement as the commotion begins --- greetings and appreciative words traded among the group and yet there’s a shyness to her voice when she greets him with no more than a single word.

     ❛   so------ you’re the one they’re calling the best pilot in the galaxy, huh?   ❜  

          yeah, she’d heard of him. everyone in the whole damn resistance had heard of him and emma would be willing to bet that’s not where it ends. and there’d been some impressive tales floating around, but that didn’t stop her from fixing him with a decidedly less-than-impressed expression. arms cross over her chest and she looks him over for a few long seconds, a hum that sounds a bit like disapproval before she ends her scrutiny with a click of her tongue at the roof of her mouth.     

       ❛   who judges a thing like that, anyway ?