[ she kind of. took a ride... from maz kanata's wild bar after hanging out and having one too many takodanian ales with chewie... and now the millennium falcon is chillin' in the resistance hangar and she is decidedly Adrift at this strange dude's space house. ]
[ there is a lot of weather rey hasn't seen, a lot of planets. she's curious about all of them. she can still remember the touch of the rain on her skin that very first time, the wonder at how it just fell from the sky like it was nothing, like it happened often and commonly. there are parts she misses about jakku, but she does not miss the day in day out sun and dryness; one of the best parts of the resistance is how much more she gets to see. ]
[ like... snow. ]
[ somehow it's more intimidating than rain? it's more solid. it sticks. it's cold. her hands are cold even through her gloves and she rubs them together while she stands under the awning of the base, tucked away and built into a cave on a snowy planet. someone compared it hoth, and general organa had just scoffed, telling them it was nothing like that goddamn frozen pile of ice. ]
[ rey blows out a puff of air, smiling to herself at how it comes out like smoke, whispering away into the snowflakes. she does it again, feeling a little silly, but it never really got this cold on jakku. she's freezing, but she's definitely not ready to go back inside yet. she just... has to get the nerve to step out into the snow itself first. ]
Not in the "dramatically stare out a window and brood about it" kind of way. More of a matter-of-fact "well, that's the only snowy biome I did a duty rotation on" way. One of his gaggle of automatic associations that he habitually doesn't see a reason to examine or give further thought.
This base is, very definitely, just as cold. But Finn doesn't find himself as bothered as he could be. What used to feel distant and impersonal about this weather, used to feel like it crept in through his armor and stayed with him the whole time he was stationed there-- well. It doesn't feel that way here.
Things mostly feel warm where it counts, now.
Emotionally.
Physically, it's still really damn cold.
He steps up beside Rey with his arms crossed, looking back and forth between her and the snowfall a couple of times. Watching Rey watch things is sometimes better than just watching things. ]
[ the wind flutters through the trees, bringing the heady scent of flowers, cooling the sweat on her skin that seems inescapable thanks to the heat and humidity of yavin iv. poe had suggested his homeworld as a pit stop on the way back to the resistance base and rey, finn, and rose all looked at each other and agreed at once. poe is the only one of them with family left, it was exciting and marvelous to be welcomed into the dameron homestead by poe's father ("call me kes") and offered more food than they'd had in quite a while.
rations are the worst.
poe, rose, and chewie are still with kes, while rey had dragged finn out for jedi training. which means meditating. which is going... it's going. rey cracks one eye open to peer at finn sitting next to her, both eyes opening after a second. ]
[ on one hand, it's a very immediate and offended-sounding response.
on the other hand, finn has always been fast at going from asleep to very awake, and sounding offended is his default state when confused or surprised. ]
I'm-- training. Meditating. Like you said.
[ nah yeah there was absolutely an amount of dozing happening.
the thing is, rey is just about the whole reason he knows there's more to the whole force thing than what he first got from it. more than too much all at once, than fear and pain and cold realization, of helplessly feeling lights go out in the universe until it's all he can do to wrench out of it. reaching out without knowing it and being burnt down to the bone.
rey is why he knows that there's something in the force that comforts, that lifts. something to reach for that feels like the only place he was made to fit as easily as he fits next to her or next to poe. time and distance and rey, it turns out, can make just about anything possible.
but he's more prone to once bitten twice shy than not. he gets wary about the force still, sometimes. the idea of routinely touching base with it.
yavin iv is probably the place where it's felt-- safest? to do it. it's been fine every other time they've done this together before. this is just somehow an easier setting to try to work towards it. it feels comfortable here in that rare and hard to pin down way that he almost never feels.
which is like a big lit-up runway for feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep out in the jungle somewhere tbh. big home-cooked meals are tiring. don't call him out.
could he try to just go back to it and stay awake this time? yes. does he? no. this is star wars. ]
Are you really gonna tell me you don't fall asleep doing this? They're practically the same thing.
[ of course she falls asleep. rey pushes herself too hard; at the expense of her health, at the expense of her friendships, at the expense of the fragile sense of self that was continually buffeted by people telling her she was nothing or everything or garbage or a legacy when all she wanted to be was good enough for someone to comeback to.
she used to fall asleep during meditation because it was the only time she shut all that off, but now with finn it is like he acts as her focus. she's always been exactly enough for finn, even when she was being reckless and stupid and isolationist. even when she should have asked for or accepted help, she was still rey to finn. rey was enough.
she scrambles across the warm rock to settle in front of him, scooting forward until her bony knees hit his. her hands reach out for his, as natural an instinct to her as the force. ]
Use me to focus. Try to feel what I feel.
[ his hands are soft, she wants to eat again, she feels at home, she loves finn so wholly and completely it could take up the space of another person in the force. also she has an insect bite on her ankle that itches something fierce. ]
[ poe, asking... the real questions. it sort of puts a hitch in finn's stride.
in mostly a good way, he thinks. ]
Not much.
I knew we'd win. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I thought we wouldn't get here.
But it was hard to get into the habit. I mostly thought about small stuff.
[ this war's just kind of been a thing his whole life. that's a kind of overwhelming that finn is putting off conceptualizing. hence the small stuff. like finding rey and poe. being there for the resistance version of an ewok celebration rager (being a general for that never crossed his mind). securing some of those dinner dates. sleeping for about 42 hours. maybe next to poe.
there are some planets he liked seeing. it would be nice to see them again without getting shot at on the way out. be a tourist.
career??? never heard of it. force stuff??? he doesn't... really cotton to the jedi thing. kind of burnt out on being part of an order. he doesn't know if that limits his learning-to-float-pears options by default.
does he have a family out there somewhere? he could dig through first order records and try to find his home planet or something. him and jannah and the rest of the misfit stormtroopers that the movie never gave names or screentime or visible emotions to.
he has the time to think about something like that now. does he want to know? would it change anything? it's complicated. ]
There are a lot of options. It's hard to pick where to start.
it sort of hit me just now. in the middle of us talking. it felt like the war was never gonna end and now it's... here
[ before he had a cause, he had running away to be a space pirate. and he's kind of over that whole lifestyle. it was a Different Time. he's old now. zorii probably blacklisted him.
the right thing was important to him, and he did it, and now...? career military doesn't feel quite right. he general-ed them out of the war, his job is done. the politics of the aftermath? that was a leia thing. and... well...
if his parents got to retire and hang out on a farm and whatever, he deserves to, too. his own vine and fig tree.
he still wants to be out there. flying in space. maybe that's the place to start. (maybe oscar isaac is right and he'll become an uber driver.) ]
we could just travel for awhile. get out there. see some nice places without getting shot at.
[ SURPRISE they both reached for the brain cell.
(also notice he didn't say "hey do you want to come with me" but just decided what they were doing. as a unit.) ]
[ finn feels something in him sharpen. the kind of harrowing, razor-thin fear that's gentled out and allowed itself to be buried the longer he's been out of the first order.
those first few days, those first couple of times he almost lost rey, those were the worst of it. constant. overwhelming.
the foundation never went away, but he learned how many other things existed that could temper it.
out of that initial fear grew anger, determination. out of every new connection grew all the gentlest things. the love. the hope. the belief. something so much a part of him that he breathes it in, something that he was finally allowed to be and to have once he was free without worrying that the first order would scrape it out of him and start fresh.
it's almost impressive how quickly her words cut through all those things that temper. how easy it is. ]
You're here because you were always supposed to be here. You were supposed to make it back. You're not slipping away into anything. [ that, he believes. that's something that he can feel. ] And anything that wants to say different has to get through me first.
[ and if he had to reach into the cracks in the universe with his bare hands to pull out all the parts that said rey, he simply would. if he had to trade out for her, fine.
that's not how the force works? says who? finn will beat the force up behind a denny's. ]
[ it could be how the force works. rey traded one percent of her soul to a sandsnake with a bad attitude. even shitty kylo ren traded what was left of his own — less than a tenth of a percent, if she had to guess, just enough for the energizer bunny in her to wake up. if anyone should be able to negotiate with the force for the purposes of goodness, it should be finn.
finn, who chooses to be good. finn, who chooses to be a friend, who makes the decision every day to carry on even when it's hard. he made the sacrifice she's not sure even she would be strong enough to make, and he does it every day. she knows, deep in her soul, that he is every bit as deserving of the force — if not more than herself.
she knows she's going to teach him, too. now that they have the time. ]
You're a good friend, Finn. [ a better one than she thinks she deserves, some days. his hands squeeze her own, tight and reassuring, and when she exhales, she thinks of the way she'd seen han and leia together, the way they'd held each other's hands so tightly, the words they'd said. ] I love you.
[ is it romantic? she doesn't know. maybe it doesn't have to be. if rey is capable of love, she feels it for finn, the end. ]
[ sometimes when you’re a teenager and feeling angry and bitter and dramatic, you run away from home to become a 20something spice runner on depressed ass star wars soviet russia planet. is this the life he always dreamed of? well, no. spice runner was not on his shortlist of career goals. not that he has a shortlist of career goals. he just wants to fly and go fast and have tenuous camaraderie with people who probably won’t kill him. this week.
the first order raids are getting more frequent. it gnaws at his conscience — he should do something. go home. enlist. stand up to right the wrongs of the galaxy like his parents did.
but he’s not there yet. something is holding him back like that dude in the meme. something like the weight of expectation.
or fear.
he’s feeling a hell of a lot closer to “there” than he was before today, however. this first order raid apparently came with permission to fire on civilians.
like, uh, him. cornered in an alleyway with a speeder that definitely isn't his. (otherwise he'd be on it by now.) ]
No, no, no. Come on, it doesn’t need to be like this.
[ truly channeling the spirit of han solo with that questionable negotiating attempt.
if only the crew had WAITED FOR HIM. what a bunch of fair weather... coworkers. they didn't wait for him to catch up, so now he's trying to hotwire a speeder but his cold ragamuffin hands are shaking because he's pretty sure he's about to die. ]
Just let me get out of here. You don’t have to kill me. I — can I get you something? I have connections.
[ he can't imagine anything in this life that a stormtrooper would even want, mostly because he doesn't know any. ]
some art-imitating-life quarantine rp but also there will be slow dancing
[ after going to a planet with some deceptively high toxicity levels, poe and finn end up quarantined off in a room together. just a couple of co-generals suffering from boredom in barricaded officer’s quarters.
after using a datapad to read like five pages of a book and deciding he hates reading after all, he flops down onto the bed. ... well, lies down carefully with his still mysteriously splinted arm.
and that’s how they end up in a rousing game of “anywhere but here.” ]
Uh…. hm. We could go to Grail City. On Ikkrukk. Went on some missions there, maybe I’d actually be able to enjoy it this time. We could make it a whole… thing. [ date. the word he is looking for is date. ] Dinner, dancing.
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artistic expression is important in these trying ages
[ in a lot of ways, all those times they had to go out and do extended missions together and cram into the falcon bunk space and... by obviously pure necessity basically sit on each other's laps at the holochess table... was great preparation for this very event. there's less leg-stretching space now, though.
finn is pretending not to think about the countdown timer to them going stir-crazy outright. it's nice to not let himself think about it until it happens. this is wild.
finn takes a break from Contemplative Standing to try to nab poe's abandoned datapad and see what he was reading while he listens to this round of the big game. this round of "a whole... thing." finn is 90% sure they are actually playing a game called "what dates can you come up with for every planet in the system." he's enjoying the ride. it's fun, though. they are flush with time these days.
it's more like half-assed skimming while he pays attention to poe tbh. he too is not actually invested in reading right now. he's just nosy. these men said "petty nosiness rights" for 2.5 hours for a reason. speaking of, consider his interest big-red-exclamation-mark piqued. ]
Since when do you do dancing?
[ finn doesn't sound offended that he didn't know something harmless that he literally never thought to ask about before. it's like, no, that's fair, never did think about it.
he's probably just now realizing how rarely they've seen each other doing things that weren't increasingly dumb bullshit over the past year. ]
[ After Crait, it takes Finn... maybe a little longer than necessary to get around to officially introducing himself to their new resident Jedi master. Longer than necessary, and also longer than Finn would like, personally.
Even as the adrenaline of making it out alive, the awe of Rey returning at the exact right moment with the Luke Skywalker in tow, fades out of everyone left in the Resistance and reality sets in, after all, there isn't much time to stop. In some part because he puts the free moments he has into touching base with Rey or Poe or Rose or Chewie, or getting to know the handful of Resistance members he'd only sort of seen in passing before he was giving them speeches in dark caves. In some part because between Rey and the General (and Chewie, and Threepio, and R2), Skywalker seems more than occupied as it stands.
It won't kill him to wait. He's getting to know a lot of new faces already, and throwing himself into whatever planning the General welcomes him into besides.
They're less than 20 people crammed into the Falcon, but what he still feels more than anything is belonging. Hope, maybe, for all that he's not well-versed in it. Something all the way down to his fingertips that tells him he's exactly where he's meant to be, with the people he's meant to be with, and that someday what they're doing will be enough.
It's not just him. There's purpose in everyone, even under the fresh grief. Maybe in Rey most of all.
When he finally does find himself one-on-one with Skywalker, it's pretty much purely by accident. Ducking into some random old smuggling compartment and oh, that's the guy right there level accident.
He'd like to think he doesn't freeze, but that would be a lie. There's some amount of freezing. ]
Sorry. [ On the off-chance he was interrupting something. But just as fast as that, he also adds: ] Rey's not with you?
[ Is she having Threepio translate texts for her again? There's only so much time a person should spend on that for their sanity's sake. ]
[Luke's spent six years on an island. Getting used to being on a ship, with people, is not the work of a day or even a week. The decision to join the resistance had been spur of the moment, a leap, but in some ways he felt he was still falling. Because it wasn't just rejoining the fight. It was confronting everything he'd done to bring them here, and those he'd left behind, and those he'd never be able to redeem himself to.
Leia was hard, despite their connection and her obvious relief and joy at his being there. There was so much between them at this point, and while they were dancing through it well enough, that, too, was not going to smooth itself over in a day.
Rey, too, was a challenge. Not in and of herself, though she was certainly spirited. It was more that she demanded something of him which had not been asked since the last time, the time everything had fallen down around his ears, both figuratively and literally. And he had committed, despite his fear, but that did not mean it was easy for him to overcome the self-doubt.
So when the boy lands next to him, Luke merely cracks one eye open, then the other, though he does not move from his cross-legged pose.]
She's my pupil, not my maid.
[It's said dryly, but not without warmth. He'd been... well, not hiding, but taking some time to meditate. To free himself of the strain of rejoining the Force, the resistance, and his family at once. This did not mean that Finn was unwelcome, however. The energy around him was curious; strong but unconsciously so, ebbing and flowing and neither light nor dark. Just... life. He tilted his head, watching the boy.]
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am i truly breaking champagne on this post
i think i want to go home
i cant imagine a better bottle popping
Maybe right after almost anyone wants to make you a bath, too. I really can't come up with a situation where that's a good sign.
[ He got raised in like, First Order public gym shower territory, he doesn't know bath-drawing etiquette across this wild-ass galaxy. ]
what if i just continue this thirty years later
[ she kind of. took a ride... from maz kanata's wild bar after hanging out and having one too many takodanian ales with chewie... and now the millennium falcon is chillin' in the resistance hangar and she is decidedly Adrift at this strange dude's space house. ]
can you come get me???
if the post is still standing it can be lived in again...
continues to flip flop decisions on whether spacephones have shift keys
the star wars are our oyster
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Rey, we really don't have bail money right now. Even hypothetically.
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its time to continue tfln
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I won't say you're not a fun person. If you're trying to get settled, you could always just ask.
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[ was that weirdly sexual??? probably ]
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i put that officially in a weird place shoutout to half asleep me
i read it the right way and didn't notice 😂
such is the raw power of tfln
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I think he's been looking to show off to you especially. Since you're both pilots.
Guess not everyone gets to steal a ship together right after they meet.
[ Sounds fake, that's how he's made most of his closest relationships. And yet it's the truth. ]
bless you
[ but she'll take the ego boost, because why not? ]
You could invite him to take you for a joyride. I can hide in the cargo bay.
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I CAN'T DECIDE HOW MUCH REY SKYWALKER WANTS TO USE CAPITAL LETTERS AND IT IS STRESSING ME OUT.
she is a desert gremlin who does whatever she feels like doing and i love her
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surprise..... im here for some vaguely wintery fluff
[ like... snow. ]
[ somehow it's more intimidating than rain? it's more solid. it sticks. it's cold. her hands are cold even through her gloves and she rubs them together while she stands under the awning of the base, tucked away and built into a cave on a snowy planet. someone compared it hoth, and general organa had just scoffed, telling them it was nothing like that goddamn frozen pile of ice. ]
[ rey blows out a puff of air, smiling to herself at how it comes out like smoke, whispering away into the snowflakes. she does it again, feeling a little silly, but it never really got this cold on jakku. she's freezing, but she's definitely not ready to go back inside yet. she just... has to get the nerve to step out into the snow itself first. ]
grabby hands
Not in the "dramatically stare out a window and brood about it" kind of way. More of a matter-of-fact "well, that's the only snowy biome I did a duty rotation on" way. One of his gaggle of automatic associations that he habitually doesn't see a reason to examine or give further thought.
This base is, very definitely, just as cold. But Finn doesn't find himself as bothered as he could be. What used to feel distant and impersonal about this weather, used to feel like it crept in through his armor and stayed with him the whole time he was stationed there-- well. It doesn't feel that way here.
Things mostly feel warm where it counts, now.
Emotionally.
Physically, it's still really damn cold.
He steps up beside Rey with his arms crossed, looking back and forth between her and the snowfall a couple of times. Watching Rey watch things is sometimes better than just watching things. ]
Pretty quiet out here.
we out here
rations are the worst.
poe, rose, and chewie are still with kes, while rey had dragged finn out for jedi training. which means meditating. which is going... it's going. rey cracks one eye open to peer at finn sitting next to her, both eyes opening after a second. ]
Are you sleeping!
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[ on one hand, it's a very immediate and offended-sounding response.
on the other hand, finn has always been fast at going from asleep to very awake, and sounding offended is his default state when confused or surprised. ]
I'm-- training. Meditating. Like you said.
[ nah yeah there was absolutely an amount of dozing happening.
the thing is, rey is just about the whole reason he knows there's more to the whole force thing than what he first got from it. more than too much all at once, than fear and pain and cold realization, of helplessly feeling lights go out in the universe until it's all he can do to wrench out of it. reaching out without knowing it and being burnt down to the bone.
rey is why he knows that there's something in the force that comforts, that lifts. something to reach for that feels like the only place he was made to fit as easily as he fits next to her or next to poe. time and distance and rey, it turns out, can make just about anything possible.
but he's more prone to once bitten twice shy than not. he gets wary about the force still, sometimes. the idea of routinely touching base with it.
yavin iv is probably the place where it's felt-- safest? to do it. it's been fine every other time they've done this together before. this is just somehow an easier setting to try to work towards it. it feels comfortable here in that rare and hard to pin down way that he almost never feels.
which is like a big lit-up runway for feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep out in the jungle somewhere tbh. big home-cooked meals are tiring. don't call him out.
could he try to just go back to it and stay awake this time? yes. does he? no. this is star wars. ]
Are you really gonna tell me you don't fall asleep doing this? They're practically the same thing.
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[ of course she falls asleep. rey pushes herself too hard; at the expense of her health, at the expense of her friendships, at the expense of the fragile sense of self that was continually buffeted by people telling her she was nothing or everything or garbage or a legacy when all she wanted to be was good enough for someone to comeback to.
she used to fall asleep during meditation because it was the only time she shut all that off, but now with finn it is like he acts as her focus. she's always been exactly enough for finn, even when she was being reckless and stupid and isolationist. even when she should have asked for or accepted help, she was still rey to finn. rey was enough.
she scrambles across the warm rock to settle in front of him, scooting forward until her bony knees hit his. her hands reach out for his, as natural an instinct to her as the force. ]
Use me to focus. Try to feel what I feel.
[ his hands are soft, she wants to eat again, she feels at home, she loves finn so wholly and completely it could take up the space of another person in the force. also she has an insect bite on her ankle that itches something fierce. ]
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[ poe, asking... the real questions. it sort of puts a hitch in finn's stride.
in mostly a good way, he thinks. ]
Not much.
I knew we'd win. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I thought we wouldn't get here.
But it was hard to get into the habit. I mostly thought about small stuff.
[ this war's just kind of been a thing his whole life. that's a kind of overwhelming that finn is putting off conceptualizing. hence the small stuff. like finding rey and poe. being there for the resistance version of an ewok celebration rager (being a general for that never crossed his mind). securing some of those dinner dates. sleeping for about 42 hours. maybe next to poe.
there are some planets he liked seeing. it would be nice to see them again without getting shot at on the way out. be a tourist.
career??? never heard of it. force stuff??? he doesn't... really cotton to the jedi thing. kind of burnt out on being part of an order. he doesn't know if that limits his learning-to-float-pears options by default.
does he have a family out there somewhere? he could dig through first order records and try to find his home planet or something. him and jannah and the rest of the misfit stormtroopers that the movie never gave names or screentime or visible emotions to.
he has the time to think about something like that now. does he want to know? would it change anything? it's complicated. ]
There are a lot of options. It's hard to pick where to start.
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it sort of hit me just now. in the middle of us talking. it felt like the war was never gonna end and now it's... here
[ before he had a cause, he had running away to be a space pirate. and he's kind of over that whole lifestyle. it was a Different Time. he's old now.
zorii probably blacklisted him.the right thing was important to him, and he did it, and now...? career military doesn't feel quite right. he general-ed them out of the war, his job is done. the politics of the aftermath? that was a leia thing. and... well...
if his parents got to retire and hang out on a farm and whatever, he deserves to, too. his own vine and fig tree.
he still wants to be out there. flying in space. maybe that's the place to start. (maybe oscar isaac is right and he'll become an uber driver.) ]
we could just travel for awhile. get out there. see some nice places without getting shot at.
[ SURPRISE they both reached for the brain cell.
(also notice he didn't say "hey do you want to come with me" but just decided what they were doing. as a unit.) ]
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[ finn feels something in him sharpen. the kind of harrowing, razor-thin fear that's gentled out and allowed itself to be buried the longer he's been out of the first order.
those first few days, those first couple of times he almost lost rey, those were the worst of it. constant. overwhelming.
the foundation never went away, but he learned how many other things existed that could temper it.
out of that initial fear grew anger, determination. out of every new connection grew all the gentlest things. the love. the hope. the belief. something so much a part of him that he breathes it in, something that he was finally allowed to be and to have once he was free without worrying that the first order would scrape it out of him and start fresh.
it's almost impressive how quickly her words cut through all those things that temper. how easy it is. ]
You're here because you were always supposed to be here. You were supposed to make it back. You're not slipping away into anything. [ that, he believes. that's something that he can feel. ] And anything that wants to say different has to get through me first.
[ and if he had to reach into the cracks in the universe with his bare hands to pull out all the parts that said rey, he simply would. if he had to trade out for her, fine.
that's not how the force works? says who? finn will beat the force up behind a denny's. ]
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finn, who chooses to be good. finn, who chooses to be a friend, who makes the decision every day to carry on even when it's hard. he made the sacrifice she's not sure even she would be strong enough to make, and he does it every day. she knows, deep in her soul, that he is every bit as deserving of the force — if not more than herself.
she knows she's going to teach him, too. now that they have the time. ]
You're a good friend, Finn. [ a better one than she thinks she deserves, some days. his hands squeeze her own, tight and reassuring, and when she exhales, she thinks of the way she'd seen han and leia together, the way they'd held each other's hands so tightly, the words they'd said. ] I love you.
[ is it romantic? she doesn't know. maybe it doesn't have to be. if rey is capable of love, she feels it for finn, the end. ]
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some kijimi-based escape room au from my airplane-trapped mind
the first order raids are getting more frequent. it gnaws at his conscience — he should do something. go home. enlist. stand up to right the wrongs of the galaxy like his parents did.
but he’s not there yet. something is holding him back like that dude in the meme. something like the weight of expectation.
or fear.
he’s feeling a hell of a lot closer to “there” than he was before today, however. this first order raid apparently came with permission to fire on civilians.
like, uh, him. cornered in an alleyway with a speeder that definitely isn't his. (otherwise he'd be on it by now.) ]
No, no, no. Come on, it doesn’t need to be like this.
[ truly channeling the spirit of han solo with that questionable negotiating attempt.
if only the crew had WAITED FOR HIM. what a bunch of fair weather... coworkers. they didn't wait for him to catch up, so now he's trying to hotwire a speeder but his cold ragamuffin hands are shaking because he's pretty sure he's about to die. ]
Just let me get out of here. You don’t have to kill me. I — can I get you something? I have connections.
[ he can't imagine anything in this life that a stormtrooper would even want, mostly because he doesn't know any. ]
some art-imitating-life quarantine rp but also there will be slow dancing
after using a datapad to read like five pages of a book and deciding he hates reading after all, he flops down onto the bed. ... well, lies down carefully with his still mysteriously splinted arm.
and that’s how they end up in a rousing game of “anywhere but here.” ]
Uh…. hm. We could go to Grail City. On Ikkrukk. Went on some missions there, maybe I’d actually be able to enjoy it this time. We could make it a whole… thing. [ date. the word he is looking for is date. ] Dinner, dancing.
artistic expression is important in these trying ages
finn is pretending not to think about the countdown timer to them going stir-crazy outright. it's nice to not let himself think about it until it happens. this is wild.
finn takes a break from Contemplative Standing to try to nab poe's abandoned datapad and see what he was reading while he listens to this round of the big game. this round of "a whole... thing." finn is 90% sure they are actually playing a game called "what dates can you come up with for every planet in the system." he's enjoying the ride. it's fun, though. they are flush with time these days.
it's more like half-assed skimming while he pays attention to poe tbh. he too is not actually invested in reading right now. he's just nosy. these men said "petty nosiness rights" for 2.5 hours for a reason. speaking of, consider his interest big-red-exclamation-mark piqued. ]
Since when do you do dancing?
[ finn doesn't sound offended that he didn't know something harmless that he literally never thought to ask about before. it's like, no, that's fair, never did think about it.
he's probably just now realizing how rarely they've seen each other doing things that weren't increasingly dumb bullshit over the past year. ]
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i was half asleep when i wrote that tag so thx for vibing
we are if nothing else almost constantly vibing
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for @coolhandluke
Even as the adrenaline of making it out alive, the awe of Rey returning at the exact right moment with the Luke Skywalker in tow, fades out of everyone left in the Resistance and reality sets in, after all, there isn't much time to stop. In some part because he puts the free moments he has into touching base with Rey or Poe or Rose or Chewie, or getting to know the handful of Resistance members he'd only sort of seen in passing before he was giving them speeches in dark caves. In some part because between Rey and the General (and Chewie, and Threepio, and R2), Skywalker seems more than occupied as it stands.
It won't kill him to wait. He's getting to know a lot of new faces already, and throwing himself into whatever planning the General welcomes him into besides.
They're less than 20 people crammed into the Falcon, but what he still feels more than anything is belonging. Hope, maybe, for all that he's not well-versed in it. Something all the way down to his fingertips that tells him he's exactly where he's meant to be, with the people he's meant to be with, and that someday what they're doing will be enough.
It's not just him. There's purpose in everyone, even under the fresh grief. Maybe in Rey most of all.
When he finally does find himself one-on-one with Skywalker, it's pretty much purely by accident. Ducking into some random old smuggling compartment and oh, that's the guy right there level accident.
He'd like to think he doesn't freeze, but that would be a lie. There's some amount of freezing. ]
Sorry. [ On the off-chance he was interrupting something. But just as fast as that, he also adds: ] Rey's not with you?
[ Is she having Threepio translate texts for her again? There's only so much time a person should spend on that for their sanity's sake. ]
:D
Leia was hard, despite their connection and her obvious relief and joy at his being there. There was so much between them at this point, and while they were dancing through it well enough, that, too, was not going to smooth itself over in a day.
Rey, too, was a challenge. Not in and of herself, though she was certainly spirited. It was more that she demanded something of him which had not been asked since the last time, the time everything had fallen down around his ears, both figuratively and literally. And he had committed, despite his fear, but that did not mean it was easy for him to overcome the self-doubt.
So when the boy lands next to him, Luke merely cracks one eye open, then the other, though he does not move from his cross-legged pose.]
She's my pupil, not my maid.
[It's said dryly, but not without warmth. He'd been... well, not hiding, but taking some time to meditate. To free himself of the strain of rejoining the Force, the resistance, and his family at once. This did not mean that Finn was unwelcome, however. The energy around him was curious; strong but unconsciously so, ebbing and flowing and neither light nor dark. Just... life. He tilted his head, watching the boy.]
Looking for a little respite, were you?
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