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[jedied]

It's been a week or so since Rey decided to have her chip removed, and less since she stopped trying quite so hard to keep her mind quite so tightly shielded when she wasn't actively around another Force user. It got tiring fast, given the number of them here.

Still, she's not expecting the familiar rushing noise in her head followed by the sensation of parts of her present space falling away. She'd been relaxing, for once, sitting outdoors in a sunny patch of ground and reading a book. Her guard was as lowered as it ever was anywhere outside her own apartment. Perhaps moreso, since there weren't as many people right here.

She sighs, not turning to acknowledge the presence she can feel behind her, but addressing him all the same.

"We could try ignoring each other. Respecting each other's personal space. Just going away."

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[forceguided]

[Luke really doesn't want to do this. Well, part of him does? But a lot of him really, really isn't sure he'll ever be ready for this. But since Luke had given Rey his word. He's now bound to do this. Because if he doesn't? She's going to find out and.... he'd prefer to avoid that.

Rey's kind of scary when she's angry. But hey, maybe he'll be lucky and Kylo's pre-emptively blocked his number. Then he can say he tried and that'll be the end of it.]

I know you don't want to hear from me. but we should talk.
If just for her sake.

plants this here for whenever

[jedied]

Your grandmother's here again.

I told her you exist, but I didn't tell her anything else.

[ after fuck marry kill ]

[jedied]

[ Rey's just trying to read a book. Truthfully, she's forgotten about the silly network game by now, but she keeps picking up on -- she's not sure what, honestly, but it's distracting. ]

Something's bothering you.

holiday gift

[jedied]

[ Rey doesn't know there's to be a gift exchange later, and she doesn't especially want to hand these out in person anyway, not when their subject matter is emotionally fraught. She'd gotten a bit melancholy herself once she'd seen the results of her undertaking and realized that she'd like never have such a thing for herself, created by her or anyone else.

Carefully wrapped and tied with ribbon, Kylo will find a framed sketch of himself, Vader, and Padme; not an exact copy of a particular scene, since she'd never quite managed to see them all in the same spot, but one pieced together from memory and a few surreptitious observations that she'd hastily scribbled down in a small notebook she kept ostensibly to take notes at the libraries. They're good likenesses, if not perfect representations, and she's managed to capture all three of them looking calm and reasonably content, if not precisely happy. She's not sure that two of the three have ever experienced happy, and Vader never lets anyone see all of his face anyway; she wouldn't know what happy looks like on him. She'd wanted authenticity and a sense of comfort with one another, and she's done a reasonable job of that.

She's left a tag identifying its intended recipient, and filled in the from field with her own name, though she's relatively certain she didn't need to. He'd know.

It's left while he's asleep, or perhaps just away. She hadn't wanted to risk the awkwardness of presenting him with a gift when she's never done anything like this before. ]

[jedied]

Rey was not avoiding Kylo. That would be silly, not to mention close to impossible since she wasn't going to intentionally shut him out. She was, however, making herself exceptionally busy in places that were conveniently nowhere near where he was. It's not that she doesn't want to talk about the whole kissing thing, but every time she thinks about it she's overcome by a rush of embarrassment that stops her from doing so. She'd wanted to kiss him for some time -- but she hadn't wanted to be drunk and bespelled for it, nor had she wanted to fall asleep in the middle of it and wake up on his sofa with a raging headache the next morning.

She'd more or less resolved to try to forget it happened the way it had and try again later when neither of them was under the influence of alcohol or magic, but circumstance found her knocking on Kylo's door one morning anyway.

Calm. We are just here to borrow a tool and go home. Maybe steal a muffin if he's got any. No kissing talk.

[ after Luke leaves ]

[jedied]

[ If he's paying attention, Kylo will probably have noticed that their bond feels more muted than usual; she's been trying to turn down the volume on her feelings with as much success as she's capable of. ]

Luke went home.

You probably knew that.