[ The latter is meant to be private, but she's nowhere near fully trained and it bleeds out through their connection unintentionally, briefly cursing herself as she seemingly scowls at nothing in particular, swerving quickly to change the subject and more importantly, try and further pinpoint his location. To avoid him entirely or seek him out? Even Rey isn't completely sure now, despite how infuriatingly smug and self assured he echoes through her head and his, that channel open more broadly than it has since the afternoon in the council meeting, each of them refusing to bend to the other's will.
Belatedly, she realizes staying in one place is a decidedly foolish idea when he's silent for a few torturously long minutes, brow damp with anxious anticipation, from the heat and the mental focus required to keep some sort of track on him, noticeably relieved when he cuts into her thoughts again and very pointedly shoves ripples of derision in her direction, the briefest flash of the scar cut long ways down his face. She's already moving again, darting in and out between market stands, blending in with the crowd as she scoffs dryly back at him— as if he hadn't had it coming.
She's unapologetic but resents that pesky little nag of regret just the same, possibly too lenient, probably too foolish and she plays her part and buys some strange looking local fruit, a soft and shimmery bit of melon, gaze scanning back and forth, always watchful. ]
You would think— conquering planet after planet must get a bit tedious after awhile, but you lot just keep at it. [ Another First Order base, no doubt, their claws dug in to nearly every corner of the galaxy, a disease that spreads even when limbs are amputated. Her own sense of disgust is unabashedly filtered through to him, unrepentant and feeling vaguely justified. ]
no subject
And then suddenly, I was.
[ The latter is meant to be private, but she's nowhere near fully trained and it bleeds out through their connection unintentionally, briefly cursing herself as she seemingly scowls at nothing in particular, swerving quickly to change the subject and more importantly, try and further pinpoint his location. To avoid him entirely or seek him out? Even Rey isn't completely sure now, despite how infuriatingly smug and self assured he echoes through her head and his, that channel open more broadly than it has since the afternoon in the council meeting, each of them refusing to bend to the other's will.
Belatedly, she realizes staying in one place is a decidedly foolish idea when he's silent for a few torturously long minutes, brow damp with anxious anticipation, from the heat and the mental focus required to keep some sort of track on him, noticeably relieved when he cuts into her thoughts again and very pointedly shoves ripples of derision in her direction, the briefest flash of the scar cut long ways down his face. She's already moving again, darting in and out between market stands, blending in with the crowd as she scoffs dryly back at him— as if he hadn't had it coming.
She's unapologetic but resents that pesky little nag of regret just the same, possibly too lenient, probably too foolish and she plays her part and buys some strange looking local fruit, a soft and shimmery bit of melon, gaze scanning back and forth, always watchful. ]
You would think— conquering planet after planet must get a bit tedious after awhile, but you lot just keep at it. [ Another First Order base, no doubt, their claws dug in to nearly every corner of the galaxy, a disease that spreads even when limbs are amputated. Her own sense of disgust is unabashedly filtered through to him, unrepentant and feeling vaguely justified. ]