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[aurebesh]

situation a.
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a.

[vuelo]

[ Poe Dameron always imagined that when he took his mother's ring from the chain around his neck, it would mean that he had finally found his person. It would mean that he had promised himself to someone, and that person had promised their self in return. They would belong to each other.

When his ring catches the light, a perfect fit on Rey's finger, he doesn't feel that sense of belonging he always imagined. What he feels instead is bittersweet; unfulfilled yearning. It's exactly what he wanted, what he's fantasized about more often than he'd ever admit, but it isn't real. Of course it isn't. He and Rey— she doesn't see him that way, and his incredibly mature response to that has been to proverbially pull on her pigtails like a kid with a playground crush.

This night has been an ongoing test of Poe's willpower. He hasn't been in the best mood; it's all he can do to keep the illusion of being happily married amidst a nosy crowd, but it's been a drain on his interpersonal skills. He's been crotchety and gruff and altogether unfair to Rey, who doesn't owe him anything. He really needs to get it together.

He's been sulking into his drink, not giving Rey very much to work with at all, and she must have grown impatient because when he next looks up she's begun to drift away from him. He watches her weave herself into the crowd around one of the blackjack tables, instantly drawing eyes her way— she's always a sight to behold, but tonight— in that dress...

It's not a remarkable dress on its own; a simple gown, in a classic cut, solid black. The kind of dress meant to be just flashy enough for Canto Bight without truly standing out. It's also backless.

It's backless, and Poe is an idiot, and when he finally gathers himself enough to join Rey at the blackjack table he thoughtlessly moves a hand to the small of her back. The palm of his hand is met with the warmth of her skin. How can someone raised in a desert feel so soft?

Damn it. He should have begged Finn to take this mission instead. ]

[aurebesh]

[ she is not inherently unused to poe dameron being mad at her. it's an unfortunate reality of their close quarters, only exacerbated by the fact that they both have easily riled tempers and strong opinions, and given the regularly life-or-death nature of their crises, it's honestly a little surprising that it hasn't come to blows yet. though, admittedly, that's usually finn's credit to take. it's only his mediation between them (and the fact that the rest of the resistance would probably be crippled by the loss of their in-house jedi master and/or newly named general) that manages to keep things at a simmer.

this mission is different. they're alone, for one thing; for another, they aren't on ajan kloss. they're on canto bight, surrounded by the one percenter galactic neutrals that make their money on slave trades and questionable mines, planted here to hopefully curry favors from a pair of abednedo siblings. a jealous pair, they don't take kindly to individual approaches, rather interpreting it as romantic manipulation to split them apart.

thus, the married pair. thus, rey and poe, competent enough to handle whatever canto bight may throw at them — at least, that had been finn's reasoning as he and rose had pushed them into the small carrier ship that took them across the galaxy, offering neither freedom nor escape in an x-wing or the falcon. they'd be on canto bight until extraction came, scheduled a few days from now; until then, they'd have to make the most of things.

their appointment with the abednedos is the next evening. this evening is about keeping up appearances, playing the part. they're well aware they're being watched, so despite poe's sulking fit at having to be seen with her, rey plays the game. she smiles, even when it makes her face hurt, and sips at tall flute glasses of who knows what, and tosses money around at the tables until —

until someone's hand presses against her back, familiar and possessive in its placement, and she turns in to find herself tucked up against the man himself, surprise all too evident on her face before she even has a chance to school her expression. ]

Hello.

[ there's a faint flush to her cheeks that might be surprise. it might also be the two and a half glasses of whatever she's drunk, or the sudden awareness of just how warm his hand is against her back. ]

You came back.

[ he has been sulking all night. ]

tfln carryover, jan 3.

[aurebesh]

[ ↞ source ]

↞ @withinreach

[aurebesh]

How about you do what I tell you for a week instead?

[ a n y t h i n g she says ]

[withinreach]

... Fine. If I'm the one who breaks first.

[ this is a terrible idea why are they doing it ]

[aurebesh]

You will be.

[ they're the same brand of 'yeet into bad decisions', and nobody's here to stop them. ]

↞ @chandrila

[aurebesh]

The sorry state of my personal satisfaction says otherwise, actually.

forgive me

[chandrila]

The implication here is that I have a lot to make up for.

make it up to me 🙃

[aurebesh]

Only the implication? Your keen perception must be failing you in your old age.

[withinreach]

I really hate to get out of bed when you're still in it, but sleeping in isn't an option for me.

[ just saying ]

[aurebesh]

You can wake me up next time, you know.

[ not to get out of bed, but. for other things. ]

[withinreach]

I could. You looked really comfortable there this morning. It was cute.

[ the 'other things' are great, don't get him wrong, but he appreciates the little things too, like waking up with her curled up against his chest in a messy tangle of blankets ]

[aurebesh]

I think you just like looking at me.

[ which is not a complaint, necessarily. she just never thought she'd be at a point where someone would want to do that — or where she'd want them to. ]

I heard a holoscan might last longer. Photos, here.

i don't care what day it is.

[aurebesh]

01. Tell me if something catches fire and I will put pants on. I promise.
02. I would do something terrible right now for a cheeseburger.
03. Are you good with a knife? I need someone to perform amateur surgery.
04. You should check your pockets more often. I put my underwear in them an hour ago, can we go home now?
05. Threesomes require serious focus. I woke up with a bruise on my hip the size of a plate and I'm not sure who's to blame.

04 it's group texting day

[withinreach]

Wait, mine or Finn's?

[resistingly]

Does it mean something if they're in a pocket instead of, you know, on you?

[aurebesh]

It means I'm not wearing any. I thought that was obvious.

2 bc i have to

[chandrila]

Do I count as something terrible?

obviously

[aurebesh]

You don't actually think that's equivalent, do you?

sldkjhf modern au bc ben is Incel Culture

[chandrila]

You can't possibly be calling me not terrible, so yes.

well, u asked

[chandrila]

[ believe ben when he says he's waited patiently most of the week to text; the line between subtle attraction and casual disinterest in the-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-coworker is razor thin. unfortunately for all involved, ben is neither subtle nor casual, and navigating the dividing line is something he's never managed to grasp.

what he lacks in charm he makes up for in patience, notable in the restraint of his language. what rey won't see, though, is just how many times he's typed and retyped the same thing just to circle back to his first choice. ]

Think you left your sweater in my car last Friday. If it's yours, I'd offer to send it along with Poe to give to Finn to give to you but this is Poe we're talking about.

[ a picture of the sweater comes along, just to really drive home the lie that he hadn't noticed and remembered rey's entire outfit the second she'd walked into that bar. it'd been left on the backseat, and he'd left it in the car approximately 1.75 hours before rescuing it from loneliness. ]

wow he's an absolute disaster

[aurebesh]

[ in truth, the sweater is not hers. very few things truly belong to rey. but even still, she bears the responsibility of its disappearance quite heavily, a weight on her conscience despite connix's relaxed dismissal of her hungover apologies.

that doesn't mean she's particularly thrilled about the idea of having to go fetch it from the car she barely remembers agreeing to climb into for a weekend jaunt. (she blames poe for that. she blames poe for most everything. it's convenient.) ]

He does own a retriever, you know.

[ they're good for that sort of thing, aren't they? ]

the point is that he's...... trying? i guess

[chandrila]

[ ben might or might not be watching the screen until the little bubble ellipsis pops up underneath his message. and the reply, such as it is, may or may not thrill him. ]

Who's better behaved: the dog or the owner? The answer determines the method your sweater finds its way back to you. Either embedded with dog hair or not at all.

[aurebesh]

Is the offer of dog hair meant to be a deterrent? It sounds more like a bonus.

[ is she purposefully being antagonistic about this? naturally. it is the way. ]