[ the mirror world, despite the opportunities it presented, hadn't been rey's favorite place to find herself. maybe it was the nightmares every time she closed her eyes, or the horror of spotting her alter ego causing havoc — or having to fight some bizarre shadow demon wielding the powers of the sith and the jedi in order to claw her way out of the place, only to wind up tangled up in the worst way with someone she cared way too much about.
it had been a clusterfuck, and the only bright spot in the entire ordeal had been the well-fought trust in another person, someone whose abilities hadn't felt too far off from her own. rey had looked for her, in the days after; she hadn't known exactly what to say, but she felt like she should say something.
thank you, maybe. asking if she was okay. but maybe asking that would invite questions of whether or not rey was okay, and she wasn't entirely sure she could say she was. maybe better for something more open-ended, unassuming.
so she opts for a text. something easy. ]
Would you like to have some tea with me? I can't drink this whole pot by myself, and the droids don't want any.
[ she's always known the potential of the dangers she could present, but she's long since thought she could find the control to keep it all at bay. she hadn't necessarily had the training, not anything more than what she could provide on her own — steve and natasha could improve her skills as a physical fighter and as a participant of a team, but they knew nothing in the way of magic — but she'd tried to become more attuned with what she felt inside of her, of the abilities she knew were one with her rather than a separate entity within her body.
it wasn't until this that she could see what she could really become, what ultimately dwells inside of her despite all the denial she presents of the contrary (all of those losses, her country, her family, her brother, vision — she knows it tears it from the inside out, she knows), and though it hadn't been her hands that threatened to rip others apart, to tweak and play with the fears and terrors of their minds, she can't deny the responsibility that it's her very own power that's the cause of it.
their experiences, their powers, it's not all quite the same, but — the fear had been similar enough to the same, the tremble of witnessing it from seemingly spectator eyes. if anything had soothed her at all in trying to find her way back through it, it had been in seeing that she hadn't been entirely alone.
hearing from her again is a comfort, albeit a small one. she doesn't know much of droids, but she would never say no to tea. ]
Since I've been here, I haven't had a single cup. I was beginning to have the shakes from withdrawal. You'd be saving me.
It's hard to see good tea go to waste. I think we're saving each other.
[ again. there's a warmth in that, a bloom of repetition that feels much better than lingering in the wallow of self-loathing.
rey doesn't want to admit she needs the comfort of company any more than she imagines wanda wants to talk about how she feels, but if they can care for each other in the process, they'll both be better for it. self-sacrifice can go both ways, it seems. ]
I'm in 001-B, by the way. I'll leave the door open for you.
it's a playful set of words, but something about it feels like it carries something heavier. after everything they'd seen, after the weight she's witnessed the girl carry, it feels like there's something they're both seeking.
she hopes so, anyway. the weight of the loneliness becomes quite exhausting. ]
I'll be there.
[ and truthfully, it doesn't take her too long, considering they're within the same building and it's only a few flights of steps down to make it there. not having to go outside, she even foregoes bundling up too much, stockings enough to warm her legs beneath her skirt, arms tucking into her leather jacket.
when she arrives, she still gives a light knock to the door beforehand, though she follows it with opening it herself as instructed, peeking carefully inside. ]
[ rey is grateful not to have a roommate. though she does not spend much time in this room, being the only one to occupy it has allowed her to tinker with the space for her own comfort. most obviously, the two beds have been pushed together to allow a larger space to rest, the provided threadbare bedthings supplemented by blankets and pillows borrowed from a spare room in her dominant's apartment.
it's in the middle of that larger bed that rey currently sits, a cup of steaming liquid held in her hands. she does not startle when the door opens, but she does let her eyes crack open, a small, almost relieved smile slipping across her expression. ]
Hi. [ there's a slow grace to the extension of her legs, as they stretch out in front of her and then drop down to the floor, pulling her back to earth with a controlled, steady pace. ] BB-8 left to go find Finn. I hope that's okay.
[ a question that's not entirely posed as one, a statement that betrays the ever-present fear that it's not rey someone is interested in seeing. ]
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it had been a clusterfuck, and the only bright spot in the entire ordeal had been the well-fought trust in another person, someone whose abilities hadn't felt too far off from her own. rey had looked for her, in the days after; she hadn't known exactly what to say, but she felt like she should say something.
thank you, maybe. asking if she was okay. but maybe asking that would invite questions of whether or not rey was okay, and she wasn't entirely sure she could say she was. maybe better for something more open-ended, unassuming.
so she opts for a text. something easy. ]
Would you like to have some tea with me? I can't drink this whole pot by myself, and the droids don't want any.
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it wasn't until this that she could see what she could really become, what ultimately dwells inside of her despite all the denial she presents of the contrary (all of those losses, her country, her family, her brother, vision — she knows it tears it from the inside out, she knows), and though it hadn't been her hands that threatened to rip others apart, to tweak and play with the fears and terrors of their minds, she can't deny the responsibility that it's her very own power that's the cause of it.
their experiences, their powers, it's not all quite the same, but — the fear had been similar enough to the same, the tremble of witnessing it from seemingly spectator eyes. if anything had soothed her at all in trying to find her way back through it, it had been in seeing that she hadn't been entirely alone.
hearing from her again is a comfort, albeit a small one. she doesn't know much of droids, but she would never say no to tea. ]
Since I've been here, I haven't had a single cup. I was beginning to have the shakes from withdrawal. You'd be saving me.
no subject
[ again. there's a warmth in that, a bloom of repetition that feels much better than lingering in the wallow of self-loathing.
rey doesn't want to admit she needs the comfort of company any more than she imagines wanda wants to talk about how she feels, but if they can care for each other in the process, they'll both be better for it. self-sacrifice can go both ways, it seems. ]
I'm in 001-B, by the way. I'll leave the door open for you.
no subject
it's a playful set of words, but something about it feels like it carries something heavier. after everything they'd seen, after the weight she's witnessed the girl carry, it feels like there's something they're both seeking.
she hopes so, anyway. the weight of the loneliness becomes quite exhausting. ]
I'll be there.
[ and truthfully, it doesn't take her too long, considering they're within the same building and it's only a few flights of steps down to make it there. not having to go outside, she even foregoes bundling up too much, stockings enough to warm her legs beneath her skirt, arms tucking into her leather jacket.
when she arrives, she still gives a light knock to the door beforehand, though she follows it with opening it herself as instructed, peeking carefully inside. ]
Rey?
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it's in the middle of that larger bed that rey currently sits, a cup of steaming liquid held in her hands. she does not startle when the door opens, but she does let her eyes crack open, a small, almost relieved smile slipping across her expression. ]
Hi. [ there's a slow grace to the extension of her legs, as they stretch out in front of her and then drop down to the floor, pulling her back to earth with a controlled, steady pace. ] BB-8 left to go find Finn. I hope that's okay.
[ a question that's not entirely posed as one, a statement that betrays the ever-present fear that it's not rey someone is interested in seeing. ]