Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: So how do you think Rey accepting Kylo's offer to teach her would go down? It seems less like she would accept immediately and more like she would slowly, year by year, conflict by conflict, edge a little closer to saying yes. Well, provided the thought festered in her mind enough.

notbecauseofvictories:

           I could teach you the ways of the Force—

i. The fifth time, he is on his hands and knees in the mud of Daluuj, rain sluicing over the both of them, turning her into a shaking, drowned thing, hair plastered to the fine line of her skull. He can only imagine what he looks like—panting like a winded bantha and gritting his teeth around the pain, down on his belly in the filth.

There are two lightsabers in her hand (both of them his, one by blood, the other the work of his hands.) He hopes, with a bright bitterness, the cracked crystal chooses that moment to fly apart, and swallow her in light.

It does not. Instead, she steps forward, rests a hand on the wet tangle of his hair, very gently, like he is a wild animal to be quieted. (He wants to twist, bite out the soft skin of her wrist, bury his teeth in the tangled thread of veins and nerves and pull, tear. He wants to eat her whole.)

She says, stop asking me that.

ii. He is always asking from his knees, flat to the earth, down on the ground in the mud and snow and grass (once, still spitting out pond scum, green at the corners of his mouth.) She stands above him ever, a tower, a pillar, a thing unmoved. He could batter himself to death against her, and the rain would wash away the blood and she wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t care.

He thinks about tearing down those ramparts, finding the fear he knew still lingered in her, curled up like a sleeping animal. (It was all he had recognized in her mind; everything else was so bright.)

He never tries to coax her out, to persuade her to open the gates and allow him inside. He’s only ever been the tower, or the lightning that fell on it; anything else would be futility. No one welcomes the lightning in because it spoke a few honeyed words.

Also, it never occurs to him to try.

iii. The twelfth time, it’s Glottal and he is on his back, thinking that he should not have worn his cloak—the humidity is thick enough to choke on, and this fight was particularly vicious. She had wanted to end it quickly, and he had not wanted to let her. He tastes salt and blood, when he licks at his lips.

She crouches down beside him, cocks her head. what would you teach me? she asks.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen her eyes without the refracted red and blue of their lightsabers to fill them. They are dark, which he had not expected. The ways of the Force.

She glances down at his body, which struggles under the great invisible weight that will not let him rise, nor reach for his lightsaber. I already know the ways of the Force. What else?

He bares his teeth. Is this how you used to bargain for scraps on Jakku, scavenger?

Yes. What else?

The lightsaber forms. The ancient ones, developed by Jedi and Sith, not some half-trained moisture farmer.

Again, she glances away, this time at his abandoned lightsaber. I think I can manage. What else?

I’ll give you the coordinates for the Stormtrooper training and conditioning facilities, he says after a moment, because he remembers the way she wept over FN-2187 on Starkiller. The Resistance would never pass up a chance to save innocent children from the clutches of the First Order, he knows. He has to believe—

She is perfectly still, resting on her haunches, studying him with those dark eyes. Two locations now, she says finally, as proof of good faith. Next time we can discuss terms. I was a good scavenger, she says, and there’s something almost like a smile, tugging at the corner of her mouth. I was never swindled or cheated, and I don’t intend to start with you.

You never answered my question, you know, she says as they ready themselves to return to their separate ships, carefully standing two lightsabers’ lengths apart. What could I learn from you, Kylo Ren?

The back of his throat is thick with blood and bile, and he has no answer.

iv. Two major Stormtrooper training and conditioning centers burn. The next time they meet, she is a tower, a pillar—but tired-eyed too, and he imagines he can still smell the acrid smoke in her hair, see the bruises from where a hundred small hands reached up to hers, begging sanctuary, sanctuary.

you need a teacher, he says. The hilt of his lightsaber remains in his hand, unignited.

what for? she laughs hollowly. (She does not even reach for hers.)

For a long moment, they stare at one another, and there is only rushing wind. Finally, he says, you do not have to be this.

(he means: tired and bruised, he means, a tower, he means, a thing unmoved, standing over him always. he means: he does not know what he means. he has never tried to articulate it before, not-having-to-be.)

She recoils as though he has struck her—but he has struck her before, and this is worse, the way her eyes open into wounds he did not mean to inflict. And I suppose you are the one to teach me that lesson? she asks, her voice cold as the Outer Rim. Tell me, Ben—did you have to be this?.

(He eventually gives her coordinates for the other three conditioning facilities, the heat from her lightsaber pushing at the softness of his throat. She generously breaks his nose with her boot, before going.)

v. The twenty-third time, he is lying on the floor of Snoke’s chamber, and most of the blood is not his. (Snoke had bled and bled and bled, and he had kept hacking, screaming through mouthfuls of foul ichor, pushing all his pain and fury and didihavetobethisdidyouhavetomakemethis into every blow, even when Snoke’s lightsaber buried itself in his belly, when the Force reached into him and snapped and crushed, and kept breaking—) 

hey, he says, though it comes out slurred, half-choking. He can’t seem to draw breath. scavenger, hey. scavenger—I know what I can teach you now.

He is dimly aware of her hands, thin pressure on his skin as though to hold in blood no longer there. Somewhere above him, Leia Organa is screaming for a medic, and he feels a dull pang of regret for that, if nothing else. (something of the boy who once was, cannot bear to see mother cry.) The rest is right though, is fitting (he is always on his knees, on his back, down in the filth and looking up at the ramparts) and

scavenger, he says. She is looking down at him with wide, dark eyes. There is blood on her cheek; he imagines it is his. scavenger, I can teach you this—I can show you how to die. watch carefully, I’ll only demonstrate it once.

don’t—she says in an uncertain voice.

no, you need a teacher, I’ve been saying so since the beginning. watch. watch. are you watching? say ‘yes m—’

kissingcullens:

poereyyfinn:

imagining rey bringing gifts back from her ‘find luke’ trip for finn really warms my heart

Rey trying to think of how she’s gonna present it to him, like,

 “Finn, no big deal but I found this rock and it was so beautiful and it gave me a warm feeling that made me think of you, so… too strong.  That’s way too strong.  
Um…  Finn, this stone symbolizes constancy through adversity and love in spite of… Still too strong, ohhhh why is this so HARD…”

In the end she flings the gemstone into his lap.  

“Got you a rock.”  She says.

Finn LOVES it.

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bigdickbarnes:

resistanceposterboy:

resistanceposterboy:

i think rey would cry if poe cooked her something that’s native to his home world.

#a true thing about me…..#is that i spend 90% of my free time thinking about poe and rey meetin#its like …. legitimatelly …..#one of the only thigns that i care about#not even in a romo way but like high key: in a romo way#consider: poe and rey hanging out over finns bed#while he’s unconscious#rey hums little songs she made up and then after she’s stopped a few hours later poe gets the humming bug too#and anyway of course that ends to them teaching each other songs and he pulls out his space guitar and she smiles at him#the Full Force Daisy Ridley Smile#and poe spends the next week standing in front of his mirror every night and pointing his finger at himself and sternly saying NO.#NO.#NO .#he fashions her a necklace out of wood from yavin 4#and has to brush her hair away so he can put it on her#she grabs his hand first bc idk she’s So Sad abt finn#finds him one night reliving the horror of ben solo poking around in his brain etc#guilt abt the village or w/e#she sings him the song he taught her#stumbles over the space spanish#anyway both of them no DOUBT begin to feel some guilt bc there finn is#in a medically induced coma#and here they are#falling asleep on each others shoulders#(rey is warming up to hand holding)#poe showing her around an xwing and jessika making so many suggestive faces @ him that he points at her sternly & mouths CALLATE#rey: what?#poe: what?#rey: did you say something?#poe: what? no buddy!

there were more tags and tumblr CUT THEM OFF @ tumblr the fuck, anyway its out in the open now and the point is that eventually she has to leave, and when she leaves she says “take care of finn” but also “take care of yourself” bc she’s seen his dark nights and they aren’t good, aren’t what he deserves, and then when she finally comes BACK well of course finn & poe have had months and months to settle in w/e its very gross, anyway she comes back and she and finn bounce off one another and collide and spark and run to each other across the tarmac fly into each others arms etc, but poe has an old soul and something in rey is ancient, so after a long moment of finn she turns around & she and poe simply fold themselves around each other right there in front of the general & everyone 

bc w finn there’s the loud ecstatic outpouring of love and joy but w poe rey finds something quieter, w poe rey has silence, bc poe is still like a lake in the jungle of yavin 4, a lake in the jungle beneath the moons, and finn is the of course the bubbling noise of the water 

anyway! NOT that i have thought about this at length 

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How much must Luke Skywalker be freaking out right now?

bystander3:

Can you imagine?

You are moping on your island of self-imposed exile, and then this girl shows up.

• She’s flying your best friend’s ship. The ship that Han thought he lost for ever. The ship that was stolen and passed through so many hands that he was sure he’d never see it again. The same ship that took you away from home for the first time.
  
• She’s accompanied by your personal droid. The droid you left behind and abandoned. The droid that C-3PO was sure would never be the same again.
  
• She holds out her hand and she’s holding your father’s light saber. The sword you were sure was lost forever. The light saber that you dropped down a bottomless air shaft on a gas giant thirty years ago. The light saber you knew you would never see again.
  
• You look up and you see her eyes. Maz Kanata says that if you live long enough, you see the same eyes looking out of different faces. The girl’s face is different, but those eyes are the same. You know those eyes. They’re the eyes you thought you’d never see again.
  

And that’s when you know it.

You’re screwed.

They say sometimes the Force works in mysterious ways. Sometimes, the Force will send you little signs. Subtle clues.

Other times, the Force will just beat you repeatedly over the head with a gigantic neon sign that says: “You can’t run away from your past anymore, Luke. I won’t let you. Look, here is your past come back to haunt you. Now deal with it.”

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