[ The ferocity of both his rage and the force at which he comes at her might've knocked the wind from her lungs had she not been had expecting some form of retaliation, breath hitching just he same when he seizes an angry handful of her tunic and hauls her handily upwards, bringing their faces within inches of each other's. Rey's expression is shifts— indignant anger and then a long moment of frozen disbelief as he shoves wave after wave of furious, boiling black rage over her mind, rightfully overwhelming her for a few moments that seem to last a lifetime, threatening to drown her in all of that fear, self loathing, disgust.
But when her feet hit the ground, she manages to scramble for her own mental footing, gasping sharply when she realizes she's ignited her lightsaber at her side, opposite the searing red he wields, blinking rapidly up at him as he spits venom down upon her. Her free hand whips up to grasp tightly at his wrist, noticeable still aware she's far less experienced than Kylo Ren, but unafraid to stand her ground. Instinctively, she thinks to retaliate in kind, so inform him that she is not a native of Jakku but it would reveal far too much to be wise, ripping open another gaping wound in the loneliness she'd nearly sunk away into all those years. ]
And yet, if what I just said was wrong, you wouldn't be so furious with me now. [ It's not a question but a statement, her voice leveling out to some wavering but well managed calm, even as her eyes flash with fire as she glares back into the face of his helm, sifting through their connection to find his face. The link between them burns as this proximity, highly attuned to the fact that she might be giving him more than she'd prefer. There's the ocean again, soothing waves lapping at a soft shore, the sprawling sand dunes of Jakku, endlessly long, solitary evenings with an empty belly, counting stars to pass the time. She shakes her head sharply once but he's there, like always, a futile effort. The blunt of her nails digging into his wrist, pitch black material dragged upwards until she catches skin. It surprises her to find him so warm, her expression betraying none of it but her thought process stumbling again with the reminder of how human he is.
Leaning upwards, she draws herself in even closer against the arm that holds her both hostage and at bay, gritting her teeth, the smell of burnt ozone and superheated dirt filling the air. ] Now, let me. Go.
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But when her feet hit the ground, she manages to scramble for her own mental footing, gasping sharply when she realizes she's ignited her lightsaber at her side, opposite the searing red he wields, blinking rapidly up at him as he spits venom down upon her. Her free hand whips up to grasp tightly at his wrist, noticeable still aware she's far less experienced than Kylo Ren, but unafraid to stand her ground. Instinctively, she thinks to retaliate in kind, so inform him that she is not a native of Jakku but it would reveal far too much to be wise, ripping open another gaping wound in the loneliness she'd nearly sunk away into all those years. ]
And yet, if what I just said was wrong, you wouldn't be so furious with me now. [ It's not a question but a statement, her voice leveling out to some wavering but well managed calm, even as her eyes flash with fire as she glares back into the face of his helm, sifting through their connection to find his face. The link between them burns as this proximity, highly attuned to the fact that she might be giving him more than she'd prefer. There's the ocean again, soothing waves lapping at a soft shore, the sprawling sand dunes of Jakku, endlessly long, solitary evenings with an empty belly, counting stars to pass the time. She shakes her head sharply once but he's there, like always, a futile effort. The blunt of her nails digging into his wrist, pitch black material dragged upwards until she catches skin. It surprises her to find him so warm, her expression betraying none of it but her thought process stumbling again with the reminder of how human he is.
Leaning upwards, she draws herself in even closer against the arm that holds her both hostage and at bay, gritting her teeth, the smell of burnt ozone and superheated dirt filling the air. ] Now, let me. Go.