Since I too have had a bit too much tonight (well, enough to inspire a prompt), why not have an in vino veritas moment for Rey with Dragon!Kylo. Maybe she found an old brandy bottle in the back of his horde and proceeds to get plastered and plays it a little less close to the chest than usual. Maaaaaybe her drunk unconscious mind remembers that dream of that oddly familiar yellow eyed man she dreamed about before and asks him? Hmmm (btw I love this story and the AU!!Hope you like the prompt! :D)
You have managed to combine my love of Latin phrases, obscure alcohol, drunk!scenarios, and dreams; it’s coalesced into my favorite prompt to date.
I think I love you. Let’s be friends.
(You’ve also inspired a whole arc of continued dreams, Rey half-remembering, and Kylo who’s so unsure of himself omg,)
It was a rare moment when Kyloallowed Rey to look through his horde; he might have insisted she live withhim, but there were certain things he was touchy about. He would shower her inprecious stones, both raw and cut, but get sour if she handled the wrong swordor opened the wrong book.
But sometimes he would indulgeher scavenging ways, and Rey would go spelunking. Kylo was meticulouslyorganized in how he kept his horde, so it was usually easy to see what waswhere.
The bottle was sealed and clean;the liquid in it was clear.
Ah, Kylo said, Aquavit.He was stretched out in the cave, head on his paws.
Rey frowned, trying to decipherthe ancient language. Water of…life?
Something like that, he said, amusement apparent in his tone. You may try it, if you like.
Rey located a silver goblet withease, and poured herself a glass of the liquid. She wondered to herself if thewater granted immortality, or healed wounds; if it did, should she really wasteit on this?
She sniffed it. It smelt sharpand bitter, almost like…
“Wine?” she said, so surprisedshe spoke aloud.
Not wine, little bird. A spirit. It is fermented differently. This isfrom up north, and a touch stronger than wine.
Rey sniffed the liquid again, andtook a tentative sip. She forced herself not to spit it out – that had been unexpected. But after asecond sip, then a third, it began to grow on her.
Rey brought the bottle and thegoblet over to where Kylo was laying and sat atop a cushion. She leaned againsthim as she drank, basking in his warmth. She felt her cheeks grow hot, but shealso felt relaxed. Relaxed and at peace.
She held out the goblet to Kylo. “Wantsome?”
No thank you, little bird. He seemed amused. Why would he be amused?
“Why are you – are you laughing at me?” Rey was incredulous Shetried to stand, almost stumbled, but thankfully didn’t spill any of the aquavit on herself. Stupid lizard…
It appears you’re drunk, little bird, he said, steading her with histail, and something about the way hesaid that term of endearment sparked something inside of her – a memory,perhaps, or a dream, or a dream of a memory.
She stopped and looked at Kylo,really looked at him. She settled hergaze on his eyes, and suddenly it struck her.
What is it, little bird? There must’ve been something on her face,to prompt such concern from him. Rey set the goblet and bottle down, aquavitforgotten.
“You’re the man from my dream,”Rey murmured. She stepped forward and reached out, running her fingers over thescales on his snout. Her heart pounded harder in her chest. “You have the sameeyes as he did. Kylo…”
She reached out mentally, trying tocoax something – anything- from him,but his mind was like a steel trap. Littlebird…
I know it was you, Rey told him. Nobody has eyes like that. It isyou.
And what if it were? He asked, and there was a small bite to hiswords. Rey paused; what if it were?Her dragon – her mentor – Kylo- had kissed her…
She felt her heart pound in herears, flushing at the thought: all she wanted to do was kiss him again.
You kissed me, Rey said, and she felt ridiculous right as the wordscame out. She looked away, good humor forgotten. Never mind it.
He nudged her in the side. You’re drunk, little bird. Sleep now, andyou’ll feel better in the morning.
