#landspeeding

   “——I DON’T THINK THAT’S a very fair basis.” Her voice remains low as she assesses the danger from down here, eyes flickering between the lights overhead. Somewhere, somehow, they’ve gotten themselves in a mess. (Again.) It was only a matter of time before the ‘Days Without Incident’ clocked back to zero, and Poe? A magnet for disaster. Her grip on the Falcon’s co-pilot chair tightens in the midst of conflicting signals —- whatever’s hovering above them isn’t friendly, but she can’t sense just how much they’re a foe. “I would recommend not lightspeed skipping, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

Something always seemed to go wrong when they manned the Falcon together.

A module on the dash began to beep, alerting them to a master alarm, but a flick of Poe’s wrist silenced it. “That’s what I meant, we’ve pulled crazier.” It was a classic dodge. He wasn’t ready to reveal the plan, so hopefully she couldn’t read his mind - yet.

There just wasn’t time to worry about the Jedi and their antics. His focus was on the lever in his gloved hand, as he yanked it back to fire the thrusters. The Falcon shot along the rim of a forested canyon, narrowly missing a rocky outcropping as they turned a corner to follow a tributary of an eerily lilac river.

       WIRE DROP !!! 

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“I see. I wonder if your Rebel friends will agree with your generosity.” Kylo said. It was probably not wise to talk back to her. She had saved him after all when she didn’t have to. But she was clearly not the same woman he had faced in the snowy forest on Starkiller Base. “Am I to be in your debt now? I see that you are trying to be like the Jedi of Old, protectors of the Peace, not warriors.”

            time passes     ,     he’s certain of it     .     how long     ,     though     ,     has it been since he’s died     ?     since he last saw rey     ;     since he saved her     ,     since he kissed her     .   .   .   ?     the galaxy is in GREAT HANDS with her as its protector     .   .   .     a jedi to spread peace to the planets     .     years may have passed     ,     rey may have raised a new jedi order     ,     found someone to love     ,     started a family     .   .   .     if she was dead     ,     he would know     .     she would find a way to him     .   .   .     that was the BEAUTY of their dyad     .

            there is a pull at his heart     ,     a FAMILIARITY to it     ,     oddly enough     .     he blinks     ,     and slowly     ,     the world as he knew it comes into view     .     blurry     ,     it first     ,     but a rub of his eyes solves that issue     .     another blink     ,     and he can make out shapes and colors     .     one final blink of his eyes     ,     and ben can make out the archway of a kitchen entrance     .     he gazes around     ,     perplexed by the strange occurrence     ,     only to discover the back of a woman     .     she stands at the counter     ,     stirring something in a pan atop the stove     ,     paying no mind to her surroundings     .     there is a familiar force around her     ,     and the more ben focuses on it     ,     the quicker he realizes it is the force of the other half of his dyad     .

            R E Y   .   .   .

            his heart – rate ACCELERATES     ,     blood pounding behind his eardrums     .     his body moves on its own     ───     heavy footsteps carry him forward    ,    stopped beneath the archway    .    his mouth goes dry    ,    tongue suddenly too large for his mouth    .    ben clears his throat out of habit    ,    not thinking of the consequences    .    as far as he knows    ,    rey is ALONE    .    in an effort to save himself    ,    ben’s lips part    ,    and his vocal cords vibrate    .    the words they form tumble from his mouth in a rush    .

            “    rey   .   .   .    it’s   .   .   .    is it REALLY you    ?     ”

Peter’s got his own cup in hand, nearly empty though you’d never guess it by looking at him. He can’t help but laugh at the dad joke his question is met with, reaching out to take Rey’s cup before she completely demolishes it. “Nope, sorry. The name’s Peter, actually. Can I get you another drink?”

                Katniss stared at Rey, keeping her paper turned over so that they may flip them in unison. If they were going to fail it would at least be together. Grades physically s t r a i n e d her these days, she could feel it yank at her tendons and pulsate through her brain before bed. At least someone else out there understood that.  ❛ Alright, we flip on three and hope for the best. Sound like a plan? ❜

random starters || accepting || @landspeeding

     “Why not?” He takes a step closer, ignoring the saber glowing in her grip, aimed half heartedly in his direction. His tongue sweeps his lower lip and he takes another step closer, eyes locked on hers. “I can feel your conflict. Why deny it?” 

      Another step, and Kylo reaches the end of her saber, the heat from it radiating near his jawline. He steps alongside it, lets it hover over his shoulder as he closes the distance, coming to stop in front of her. It’s risky. She could take his head from his shoulders. But he doesn’t think that she will.