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There Are Stories About What Happened #rey #starwars

[oritsir-blog]

           ❝That sounds amazing. Both the raincheck and the caf.❞ There were far too many people asking her if she was OK, if she was going to be all right, if she was going to get through the entire debacle intact. Ana was sick of it, because she didn’t want to talk about how she felt or how she was doing or whatever people wanted.

             Getting a free pass from someone, someone who seemed to be in a similar frame of mind, was gloriously refreshing, and the younger Solo wasn’t going to push him and ask Poe what he was doing up at this hour also.

[daredevildameron-blog]

    A thin smile was offered, brief and fleeting. Likely, she understood better than most what he was feeling. She’d been asked the same questions. Everyone’s concern was appreciated, but there would be times when it would test even his patience.      He could understand her loss as well, but the last thing anything anyone who was going through such grief wanted was prying eyes and questions. If she wanted or needed help, someone who would listen, he would gladly volunteer. . .but it wasn’t offer that needed to be pushed upon her.      Poe quirked his head in direction of the cafeteria. “Come on. I’ll fix you a cup.” With that, he turned away, expecting her to follow. 

[traiitxr-archive-blog]

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             he’s still scared. there’s no denying the apprehension that bathes his gaze, the moonlight managing to highlight the very edges of self-doubt already swimming in there. finn looks to poe for some sort of assurance, for some sort of comfort because he doesn’t know if he has it in him to lead these people, his people, if the cost of his failure are their lives. too many people he’s cared about has died before him. because of him. 

             and yet, he is not alone in this predicament, he knows. it’s the knowledge that strikes him whenever poe talks about the pilots of the resistance, when he doesn’t talk about his days with the republic or the rooms they had cleared out on the d’qar base before they had flew here and guilt finds a way to slump his shoulders because— ❝you’re helping. so much. i can’t believe—❞

             finn lets his finger curl around poe’s wrist, tugging his hand down, cupping them in his the way he’s seen his mother ( his mother, the queen ) do when she thanks diplomats and ambassadors, when she leans in and cherishes their promise and he thinks, this is what it means. ❝everything you’re doing, all of it, has been to help me and i won’t forget that, poe dameron.❞

[daredevildameron-blog]

     Normally so quick to find words, so slick in their delivery, Poe is left speechless, heart caught somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. Finn looks at him with such sincerity, such genuine kindness and gratitude, it’s hard to imagine he was once a man in the black and white shell of a storm trooper and that such a heart beating beneath the plates of armor.

    It takes a moment, but he finally finds a shred of composure. “You think I wouldn’t?” There’s warm humor coloring the words, and his lips split in an unabashed grin. He slips a hand free but only moves it to place it over one of Finn’s. Without this man, the risk he had taken, Poe wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation. That’s a debt he can never fully repay. “I’m always gonna have your back, Finn.”

[williamchapmanwritings]

My heart is my weakness, my heart is my strength.

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[daredevildameron-blog]

@eccentriistics

     Everything now relied on the sell, and now he had to deliver on that front to make sure all the work which had gone to this mission didn’t crumble, and that the agency wouldn’t have to delicately craft another way to get inside the operations of the technology giant’s organization.       Valentine had long been on the radar. Individuals of such wealth and influence were a force to be reckoned with, and there were certain activities now that had raised cause for concern---enough concern to plant an agent like himself undercover.       It was cool in the office as Poe waited, fingers loosely interlaced in his lap. While he had surveyed the room for his own sake ( exits and places of cover in preparation of everything potentially going to hell ), his attention was now focused inward, mind dwelling on what he was expected to do. But soon those thoughts were interrupted by the click and catch of the door behind him opening. Quickly, he rose, a genial smile in place and a hand offered to shake.       “Mr. Valentine, it’s an honor to finally meet you in person.”

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[oritsir-blog]

           ❝Can’t sleep. And trust me, I’ve been trying.❞

             Leia had put her foot down on most of her daughter’s nighttime activities, and Ana was inclined to agree with her, for once. Only an idiot would be blind to the fact that she was deliberately putting herself on a path to self destruction, anger and grief and resentment and alcohol slowly spiraling her downward. So the younger Solo had taken to keeping herself busy while insomnia decided to screw her over. 

           ❝That depends on your definition of OK.❞ She could easily ask Poe the same thing, but that might be considered a bit invasive.

[daredevildameron-blog]

     Those words sounded a little too familiar to his ears---granted they’d spilled from his own lips in some poor example of an excuse when he’d been caught lurking in the common areas late at night. Trying to lie down, to shut his eyes and not think about the people they’d lost or the torture he’d underwent was nearly impossible, and sometime he just ran on fumes and frazzled nerves.      “I don’t really know what my definition is anymore,” came the admission and he leaned against the nearest wall, arms coming to fold over his chest. “Think I’ll have to give you a rain check on that one.” There was an attempt at a smile, but it came off more as rueful than genuine. A sigh escaped him, weary and uneven, and his tired eyes met hers.        “I was gonna head to the kitchen and make some caf---if you want a cup.”

[poees-deactivated20230305]

“Dameron’s commitment is absolute. And he’s our best pilot. He’ll get what we need.” “I’ve never worried about Poe’s commitment. My worry is for what that commitment may cost him.”

[sweetscavenger-blog]

She felt the nerves in her stomach settle when he promised. There was something genuine about Poe, something that had made her feel like she could trust him the second that she’d met him. Rey had gotten the same feeling from Finn - albeit a couple minutes after meeting him. “Thank you, Poe,” she replied, offering him a small smile. “So is there anything that you need me to do? I feel weird just following you around.” To be honest, she was more antsy than anything else. While this was her first official mission, she’d ended up going along as backup on some others. And those had always seemed to end in some sort of battle. So quiet was different. “So… Anything?”

[daredevildameron-blog]

He smiled easily in return, the gesture coaxed by her own. As far as her question went, the pilot didn’t know what to task her with at all. Right now, there weren’t a use for her extra abilities.  “Well. . .not really?” A chuckle escaped him at the sudden honesty that’s left his own lips. “You’re not used to just sittin’ tight, are you?” Not that he could blame such feelings. Most of his own missions, the solo ones, were reckless and adrenaline fueled. On journeys like this, one could find himself a bit restless, aching for some kind of rush or excitement. “This is more of, uh. . .peaceful gesture. I don’t plan on having to run out here to save my life, but I’ve gotta say I feel better knowing you and that saber are here to back me up in case this does go sideways.” 

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“How sweet… you care about him… must make your heart ache in pain. Doesn’t it?”

Cuinn follows silently, hands neatly tucked behind himself as he walks along. Eyes straight on and his focus to the cells. If anyone were to pull him aside for a question or the like – they’d better make it quick. 

Once the men are before the cell, Cuinn takes a moment to walk forward and unlock it. While he’s doing this, he is smirking at the thought of Poe being put in the torture chamber. Now THAT would be quite the job. Not only for himself, but for Ren as well. It was clear that none of the Resistance enjoyed the Force too much… especially when it came from Kylo Ren.

Stepping to the side, he beams to Poe and gestures into the cell. “Enjoy your stay. I don’t doubt that you’ll hate it - it’ll be good if you do.” Good if Poe does so that if he WAS mad and accidentally let something slip…. well… it was the torture chamber, AND Finn being threatened before his eyes. 

[daredevildameron-blog]

Poe turns his head and gives the General a  venomous glare for those comments. But  one of the troopers gives his arm a sharp tug, enough to almost to make him stumble, and he resumes looking forward.  What he assumes is the cell block looms before them, and it’s partially a relief. Maybe he’ll have some time alone, time to think. As much as the General tries to prod, for now the pilot will be silent as he’s led into the  cell. He can’t risk endangering Finn’s or anyone else’s life by lashing out. It won’t gain him any kind of leverage. 

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[sweetscavenger-blog]

For a brief moment, there was a look of surprise on Rey’s face. Was he teasing her? The man had looked borderline terrified a moment ago. “Uh, yeah?” She sputtered out, letting out a quiet, hesitant laugh as the rest of her family chuckled. “You wouldn’t leave me alone.”

But if she’d thought that that would be a surprise, his next words brought a flush to her cheeks. She obviously knew that it was all fake, that he was just helping her out. But she couldn’t help it when butterflies started doing roundhouse kicks in her stomach. She ducked her head, the smile refusing to stop.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she finally chimed, her smile turning into a faint, ornery grin. She’d never been good at these types of things.

“Y’know, you’re the first guy that Rey has ever brought around, Poe. You should feel honored,” her adoptive brother piped up. “How long did you say that you two have been together?”

[daredevildameron-blog]

He couldn’t help but be somewhat charmed and secretly wondering about her reaction. Her cheeks flushed with color, a gesture one cannot easily fake. Maybe he’d just put it off on using the right words at the right time. Once he turned on the charm, it was difficult to switch off.  “Well, thank you,” was his quip in return, taking the compliment as it was in stride and grinning.  But now, here it was: the agreed upon relationship time which the two had debated over. It had to be long enough to be considered serious but not so long that her family would begin to question why she hadn’t mentioned a boyfriend sooner. “It’s been about four months,” he answered evenly. “Finn introduced us at the beginning of the semester and well. . .it kinda just went from there.” The words seemed a bit lacking, but it wasn’t like couples put their whole stories out anyway.  At least, he hoped no one would ask about first dates or something mortally embarrassing. 

[daredevildameron-blog]

@stardvstdaughter

     Poe ducked under the wing of the ship, absently wiping his forehead on the back of his hand and wanting to curse. This wasn’t the worst situation he’d been faced with, and this was far from being the worst place to be stranded. But that didn’t mean it sat well with him to be the messenger. A sigh heaved in his lungs as he joined her down by the water, finding her sitting on a large piece of driftwood not far from the lapping waves. 

     “Well----I’ve got bad news.” A brief paused interrupted him as he struggled to tug the gloves off his hands, sweat plastering them to his skin. “The damage we took in that last tango got one of the dampeners on the engine. Don’t have any spares to replace it with either. Which I’m guessing means we’re stuck here until we can get a distress signal to the Resistance.” 

[daredevildameron-blog]

@oritsir

     “Little late to be up, isn’t it?”  The words weren’t unkind as he slowly approached, brow furrowed in concern. The holoprojector bathed the command room with blue light, and Poe watched the flight paths played out on the system, small glowing ships weaving in and out. He could guess a hundred reasons why she might be up, might be unsettled in the middle of the night.        “Everything okay?”  She could easily volley the same question at him, ask why he was dressed and looked ready to take to the sky. Secretly, he hoped she wouldn’t. 

[daredevildameron-blog]

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