#forestbucky

a tragedy

im back at it again!! i got home from work and im ready 4 femslash ;)

Jessika Pava finds her outside the base, sitting on the beach with her knees to her chin; if she had been surprised to find so much green in the world back before, she is astounded to see this much water.

“It’s something, isn’t it,” Jessika says, and Rey thinks about Jakku, and swallowing a gulp of water like it was gold -- there’s so much water in front of her now, enough to satisfy her throat for ten years, twenty, a life.

“It’s something,” Rey agrees, and Jessika smiles. 

“I grew up on Dandoran,” she says. “It rained so much. The whole planet is like one big greenhouse, so humid it takes hours for your hair to dry.” She picks some sand off the beach and watches as it runs through her fingers. “When I first left home, it was to join the Resistance, and at that time the base was on Hoth. All that snow and ice and the cold -- and the feeling of the air, how dry it was -- it terrified me. It was beautiful, but all I wanted was home.”

Rey is quiet, watching as Jessika stares out at the water.

“One night, Poe woke me and told me to come outside, and there were these gorgeous lights in the sky -- all kinds of colors. Not like stars, but like someone had spilled colored ink into the atmosphere, and left it, just for us to see. It was so beautiful, and I thought -- I never would have seen that back on Dandoran.”

She smiles, and hooks her pinky finger into Rey’s for a second. 

“It gets easier, I promise.” Then, almost like an afterthought, “do you miss Jakku?”

Rey thinks about it for a moment, and moves her hand so her fingers are laced with Jessika’s. “No,” she says, “not anymore.”

And Jessika smiles wider, brighter, like a little bit of the Jakku sun.

YOURE BACK

good luck!! u can do it!!