* POE DAMERON --- FAMILY.
HIS RESPONSE IS SHARP AND IMMEDIATE, teeth snapping with the impact of it, eyes fixed on the droid before him, serious, almost reprimanding. ❛ NO. ❜ laden with purpose, he, skybound ––– destined to be icarus but carrying a STAPLE-GUN to keep the feathers on his wings. he’ll fly as close to the sun as he damn well pleases. his tone’s dropped, grave – it’s an order. ❛ you’re not coming with me. it’s a one-man job. ❜ INHALE –– HOLD –– he can read BB-8’s body language just fine, even if the little guy was just a ball to the average eye. he’s got plenty of emotional expression; he’s DISTRAUGHT. he’s just a kid, poe thinks. gaze softens; he gives a soft ‘uff’ and drops from his squat to sit crosslegged in front of his droid. ❛ ain’t leaving you, either. i’m takin’ a junky old ship, and i gotta do a spacewalk over to this big yacht. gonna steal it. i can’t get you from my ship to the yacht. that’s all. otherwise, you’d be right there with me, just like y’always are. ❜ he gives BB-8’s dome a playful tap, and a grin flourishes across rosy features. ❛ i’m comin’ back for you. y’know i always do. ❜
YOU ARE ICARUS for you could not afford to be ATLAS . heaven’s in your mind , but you know it’s not where you’re supposed to go —— not where you’re meant to be . you soar , gracefully , higher , higher , higher ! the wax melts off , burns your skin , but you nail your wings to your back , BLOOD BE DAMNED . the droid whines , long and low , almost winces at the authoritative tone , forgets that the same mouth that smiles could also snarl . he rolls , to and fro , mimicking a child kicking his legs in protest . he’s heard all the horror stories : promises told but never kept . THE WAR takes things it shouldn’t . poe of all people should know this . they joke of death , once / briefly , but BB - 8 desires nothing more than life . a peaceful life , one that does not keep his friend up at night , one that does not steal the charming exuberance poe was meant to have . ( LAY DOWN YOUR WEARY HEAD , MY SON / YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH —— DONE TOO MUCH ! )
he offers a quiet cry , approaching him , singular eye staring at the ground beneath their feet . ‘ i have a bad feeling about this , ’ he begins , ‘ i’ve been hearing stories , of masters not returning to their droids . . . i don’t want that to happen to me . ’ he lets the conversation stop there , finally stills , gaze remaining downcast . poe dameron was a man of many things : a kind man , a loving , selfless , STUBBORN man . the droid hopes that such traits won’t betray him in the end . playful tap interrupts him , steals any other thought threatening to leave . a quiet prayer then leaves the machine : do not let the SKIES blind my friend , lest he crashes and falls , the OCEAN’S maw swallowing him WHOLE . he stiffens , finally looks up at his companion , and says : ‘ what is it you need me to do ? ’
