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Dec. 20th, 2017 05:20 pmfloatingrocks[Rey couldn't have asked for a nicer planet to seek refuge in than Voss. Though on the Outer Rim and therefore well out of the way of most civilized colonies, it was overgrown and relatively peaceful. And lush, if not wild and chaotic.
It wasn't without its downsides - it was devoid of most technology, save for what little the Resistance was able to gather onto the Falcon prior to their daring escape. It left little for Rey to tinker with, though with her sacred tomes and meditation practices, she was given plenty to mull over when not being tugged to every corner of the Resistance's provisional base of operations.
It seemed the only time she had to herself was once the sun had gone down, and she could slip into her cot on-board the Falcon. Others had tried to get her to share quarters with the others, but having lived her whole life going to bed alone, she could never really be restful anywhere else.
But even then, she never really was going to bed alone. Even in her meditations, the moments she was most balanced and at peace, she'd feel his presence, heavier and clearer than a memory--and the nauseous twisting in her stomach would remind her of Supremacy and everything lost there. She did her best to shove Ben to the farthest recesses of her mind--and for the most part, with the help of a demanding Resistance she was now beholden to, she succeeded.
But the pain that shot through her side that night was not what she felt. Not tonight. It was potent enough to wake her from her sleep, and there in the forefront of her consciousness, by means of clawing out of the cage she'd put him in--Kylo Ren--no, Ben Solo--had seared his visage into her mind's eye yet again, though what she saw made her blood run cold.
But he had to be conscious--he had to be reaching for her, right? Eyes wide and frozen, staring into emptiness, she felt the magnetic pull towards him...and it was sending her to another planet. She didn't hesitate to wake up the Millenium Falcon--knowing full well that it would be the last thing Ben would likely want to see--so she'd just have to make certain it wouldn't be.]
It wasn't without its downsides - it was devoid of most technology, save for what little the Resistance was able to gather onto the Falcon prior to their daring escape. It left little for Rey to tinker with, though with her sacred tomes and meditation practices, she was given plenty to mull over when not being tugged to every corner of the Resistance's provisional base of operations.
It seemed the only time she had to herself was once the sun had gone down, and she could slip into her cot on-board the Falcon. Others had tried to get her to share quarters with the others, but having lived her whole life going to bed alone, she could never really be restful anywhere else.
But even then, she never really was going to bed alone. Even in her meditations, the moments she was most balanced and at peace, she'd feel his presence, heavier and clearer than a memory--and the nauseous twisting in her stomach would remind her of Supremacy and everything lost there. She did her best to shove Ben to the farthest recesses of her mind--and for the most part, with the help of a demanding Resistance she was now beholden to, she succeeded.
But the pain that shot through her side that night was not what she felt. Not tonight. It was potent enough to wake her from her sleep, and there in the forefront of her consciousness, by means of clawing out of the cage she'd put him in--Kylo Ren--no, Ben Solo--had seared his visage into her mind's eye yet again, though what she saw made her blood run cold.
But he had to be conscious--he had to be reaching for her, right? Eyes wide and frozen, staring into emptiness, she felt the magnetic pull towards him...and it was sending her to another planet. She didn't hesitate to wake up the Millenium Falcon--knowing full well that it would be the last thing Ben would likely want to see--so she'd just have to make certain it wouldn't be.]
