#soloreborn

[reyjustrey]

@soloreborn​

He was sat outside the small house but he was somewhere as far as the horizon he was staring into - if not further. A common thing these days. He wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, to escape, or if he simply allowed it to happen, too tired, exhausted, to face his own thoughts.

He’d been healed, physically anyway. The droids made sure there was nothing wrong with him anymore. But his head was a different story. There was a lifetime of guilt and regret there and... how did one even start to chip at it?

He didn’t register her gaze on him at first, completely oblivious to it until he suddenly became aware of it and snapped his head towards her, realising how long she’d been looking at him without him noticing.

“Do you need help?” He asked, staring at her in return. She said she was going to work on her lightsaber so he left her to it, didn’t want his presence to influence that delicate process.

Despite the exhaustion she could practically see radiating off of Ben, Rey beamed when, after a covert five minutes of not-at-all-spying, he clocked her presence and met her gaze. Shamefaced at being caught, but only pretendedly so, she approached on light feet; a net satchel carried in one hand. Within that was the makings of her lightsaber - its beginnings; hilt; blade emitter; focusing ring; power cell, all of which Rey had spent what time she’d spent away from Ben’s company cleaning and tinkering with.

Something though had called her back to him; a feeling that, at first, she’d begun to over-think. She’d put it down to how they were bonded in the Force, to some deep loneliness in him that had called to her but...no. That feeling, she realised upon reflection, was hers. She missed him. And so, crooked smile in place, she sought him out; plopped down by his side, net satchel and all and, after a fractional pause, lent her shoulder to his.

‘...I just like to be near you’ she said at length, a faint flush colouring her cheeks. ‘But-’ She jiggled the bag gently. ‘If you’d like to help me puzzle this out and put it together, I’d welcome any help you’ve got spare.’

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@soloreborn  said: "I'm sorry, uncle. I didn't mean to break it I just... I lost control." The last words were just a whisper, shame burning in Ben's stomach. It wasn't the first time he broke things in anger. (@soloreborn )

Luke raised his eyebrows when he felt Ben's guilt in the Force. The boy looked like he was about to burst into tears because he felt guilty about such a trifle. Luke smiled, sat down in front of him and touched his nose.

"Don't worry Ben, it's just a thing. It's okay to feel angry. You don't have to keep it inside yourself, or it might end badly one day. You will learn to control it one day, I’ll teach you that. But for now it's okay if you break something. Just try not to break P2, okay? "

Luke patted his nephew's hair.

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Seeing the sad smile on his lips Rey reached out a hand and gently placed it against his cheek. “Please don’t look at me like that, love.” She begged her own smile and eyes turning sad by the pain in the other’s.

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Rey smiled softly at the man and reached over to cup his cheek. “That makes me even more happy” she said softly tilting her head to the side.

“Don’t look at me with those sad eyes...”

[irrfahrer]

[weep] 9 yo Ben Solo hiding in the greenhouse at the temple in the middle of the night and crying (@soloreborn)

Ziv needed a second too long to realize the quiet nosie was someone - a child?- crying, but the moment she did the woman was promptly completly awake as if rushed awake with a slap. Before when she had left her and her daugters chambers, she had still been halfasleep and had been muttering under her breath, eyes half closed, and maybe even a little snorring made her way towards the greenhouse to harvest the Luna-Flowers-Honey that was only possible in Moonlight. As if sleepwalking the Tynnan had toddled through the greenhouse for which she did not needed to open her eyes as she knew it as well as the thick pelt on her paws, yet, when the quietness of the greenhouse had disturbed, Ziv had promptly startled completly awake. She saw nothing but grey outlines, dyed silver by the faint moonlight falling through the transperisteel walls of the Greenhouse, but she had a good nose to follow the scent track of the intruder and even better ears, so finding the orgin of the noises was not hard for her.

She found him sitting beside a row of pots next to a Alderaanthistle that grew high beside him like a protective wall. 

The Thirstles had compassionately leaned its branches down to the boy like comforting arms, pressing the fluffy, soft leafs of their flowers gently against his cheek. Carefully pulled back where the leafs and ranks of the thistle so the human would not be pricked by them, but Ziv still noted how the thorned leafs swayed as if insecure if pushing the soft flowers to the boy was enough to comfort him. For a second the woman stood still in the shadow of the greenhouse, ears turning after every sound in wonder what had made the boy want to hide.  She did not found anything, beside the compassionate Alderaan-Thistle - the Greenhouse was so quiet as if sleeping under the thick, black blanket that was the time past midnight.   “..Look at this! And here I thought I had finally lost it and hear the Datooine roses starting to kriffing talk, but no, it is a little teeny cub who really should be in bed instead of hiding behind Alderaanthistles- bless the last scrap of sanity I still seem to have. ” , Ziv said eventually and while her voice was calm, her ears were jolted up and her whiskers twitched quietly, like from a alerted carnivore on the Hunt. The boy must be in the same age as her daughters, and while she had spend a lot of nights sitting beside her cubs beds to lull them back to sleep with lullabies and purrs when they had waken up from a nightmarem, the girls had never hurted so much from a Nightmare or bad thought that they had fled from their beds but instead they had always reached out with tiny paws to Ziv until they had found her warm and soft and comfortingly always there. This boy had not reached out, but instead he had hid there in the greenhouse. The realisation made a worried frown draw a line as deep as a scar between the Tynnans eyes: “Its way past your bedtime, cub.” She leaned forward a little as if the boy was a small animal she did not wanted to startle, yet her ears still moved after every slight noise and maybe the reason of why the child was so devasted.

“And as much as Alderaan- Thistles are soft and a kriffing good bed, they also can be get very pricky if you move wrong and get in contact with its thorns.” She reached out with her small paws as if she was reaching out for her daughters when they had waken up from a nightmare, so the boy could grab them and hieve himself up and out of the Thistles soft flowers and thorny branches embrace: “Come, get up or you will get pricked, pup.”

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“  when will i see you again?  ” (@soloreborn )

“I don’t know. I’m... I don’t want to leave you.” Rey was trying to keep her emotions in check. “Ben... come with me. Don’t make me leave you here. I want to be with you.”

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"Mama, I want to go with you! Please! I'll be quiet, promise! I don't want to stay with R2, please, please, mama! I want to come with you!" (@soloreborn - have a baby Ben)

Tears burned her eyes as Leia knelt down to hug her son. Ben never wanted her to leave. And truthfully she hated leaving him. “I know, I know my little prince,” she murmured, stroking back his dark curls. “But I’ll be back soon. And when I come back, we’re going on a trip together, you, me, and your father. Doesn’t that sound fun?”