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Kylo’s met Rey’s smiling eyes with a cloak; they did not return the smile; they did not dull, darken, or glitter. There were no words to describe their look, no observable emotions that could be so easily bottled away for future study. His came and went in waves; a rush of adrenaline in the breast, a leaping or souring in the gut, a crest falling deep within him, dragged onto the shore, and ripped back into an interminable ocean. 

Counsel, company, insight, need. Even if every muscle ached and his heart weighed heavy, he didn’t show it now. Instead, he became ossified with focus as he tried to build an image of Rey’s situation with what little insight she offered. No doubt she was with a Resistance unit, likewise stranded or under extreme duress, she just as alone as he. Despite the choices and tools Kylo held at his disposal, the lucky devil set the tin down. Defiance left him, but the fire remained. Its shadow licked his face. 

So, you’ll starve together. How very noble of you. 

Rey reminded him of someone. Sirax, of the Ren. Sirax, too, was like the sun. Twelve days in Coruscant’s underbelly, the Knights spent sussing him out, or so they’d thought. He was the one that recruited them; he who tracked them down and initiated contact. There were ten of them then; a clan. A band of their own. But at this moment, Rey evoked memories of someone else, remembered less fondly. 

Once…

He was like a mason delivering a crude, unfinished tablet: no idea what he was saying, where it was coming from, and where it would lead, but he’d already begun. 

We crashed on Generis—

Kylo spared his muddy helm a glance and continued. 

—ran out of water within a few days, and only then did we realize there was nothing potable within fifteen miles of the wreckage.

He looked to the fire instead of Rey. Gradually, the rations began to settle, and soon they would cool. 

No fruit. No relief. When we discovered a canteen that contained our last supply, we realized there wasn’t enough for all of us. We consulted the first Ren. He said, ‘Where there is hope, there is fear,’ and poured out every last drop. It was his way of showing us that we were equal. 

Now he looked at her. 

Do you know how we survived?

And the cloak fell away, and his eyes came alive again.

We stumbled upon a Rebellion encampment and gave them the first Ren in exchange for food and medicine. 

Ren should have said, 'Where there is fear, there is hope.’ Perhaps he knew fear and hope did not always exist on either side of the same coin. Those were the days when the First Order was still just a wart on the Republic’s tongue, and one did not shadow the other. Fear certainly ruled today. And there was a shadow rising over Rey now. Kylo perceived it rushing toward them and knew hope would not impede it. Hope was something he abandoned long ago. He traded it for wrath. 

Statue still in the freezing dark, Rey watched Ren’s offering fall away, felt his words ripple through the Force into her mind and was struck, unbidden, by a memory. It was an old one – she, as a girl, in the baking Jakku heat, a pristine modulator in her hands offered up for Unkar Plutt’s appraisal. This same scene, same interaction, replayed again and again in her life as she grew, but in this iteration she was perhaps thirteen. They were lean years, all of Rey’s, and this one had been especially so. She was all bone and sinew, all hollow eyes and sharp cheeks and a worse, griping hunger in her belly than she had now in the ice and rock and snow. It was this comparison, this experience, that’d made it easy for her to pass her portion of what little her band had left back to them. These were famine stakes to them, while she…

She’d been hungrier.

‘-One-tenth a Portion’ Plutt had oozed, eyeing the skeletal girl.

The skeletal girl, who’d watched the same piece go for ten times that, protested.

‘So this’ she’d wheezed, holding the sliver between her fingers. ‘Is how you kill off competition?’

She’d been so fixed on Plutt she’d not seen the thug – one of his lackies – approaching behind her until a fist collapsed her sideways, winded. The sliver of a portion was pried from the fist she’d closed round it and was given back to Plutt through the razor wire that made up his storefront. He’d glared at Rey as she spat bile onto the sand.

‘That fast mouth of yours will cause you trouble, girl’ he’d told her.

What warmth there had been in Rey’s regard receded, though Ren, really, was only half the cause. Plutt’s cruelty wasn’t his fault, much as Rey did wonder if it was wisdom or a species of malice all his own he was trying to mete out through his tale about the first Ren. He had refused his group, his Knights, even a sip from their last canteen – enough for them all or not – and Rey, in refusing Ren’s offer, had likewise poured away a chance for her band to pass round something warm and steaming. Never mind the reasons behind that refusal. Never mind how being seen to magic something out of thin air – were that even possible – would not only raise questions about the extent of her powers and why she hadn’t provided sustenance with them sooner, but would paint her as somehow capricious for having refrained until now. Never mind how it would make her seem to have lied about the state of their provisions; make it look like she had something hoarded away from the group, something hidden.

Something hidden…

That thought looped on her as she looked at Ren. She did have something like that, didn’t she; this connection of theirs – whatever it was – that she kept studiously secreted away from her fellows. What danger might she be in, she wondered, if they found out The Enemy had a window in on her mind. Friendship with the Resistance’s upper levels of command, with co-Generals Finn and Poe as they’d fashioned themselves, would likely only get her so much protection.

Ren would have her risk all that, for food?

Indignation lit through her, boiled through their bond-

What should they do then? Feed me to what pursues us?

-and Rey whipped round where she posted sentry. She indicated the group with a look, a wild gesture and then, in the half-second that movement shifted her focus away from Ren and his all-consuming presence, the rest of the world both crystalised in her perceptions and rushed in at once and Rey froze. What had been fear’s shadow to Ren was to Rey the glaring lights of a troop carrier baring down on her party from perhaps a quarter mile’s range. It was a glow in the distance to her fellows, who perked where they crouched, looked round at it and realised, as their Jedi abandoned her post with a ragged gasping cry and hustled them to their feet, that their secrecy and stealth had been useless.

A frisson of horrified disbelief came out verbal, their petrified rescuee latching onto Rey --

“HOW DID THEY FIND US?!” she pled, screaming over the wind whipping round them.

One of their company answered but didn’t. “WE LEFT NO TRACE! NO TRAIL!”

And it was then, as her counterparts lost themselves for precious seconds in a whorl of whys and wherefores, that Rey felt the warmth of the little heater, still clung to by their rescued diplomat, against her belly. Four layers it warmed her through, to the point her skin complained and she had to push the trembling, petrified woman to arm’s length.

It wasn’t the cold that had undone them like she’d feared it might. It wasn’t hunger.

It was that thrice damned heater, seen like a beacon by even the most basic scanner.

With a cry, Rey snatched the wretched thing and tossed it as far as she could away from she and her companions. She then pushed her clinging charge back into her fellows’ arms and pointed along the line of the craggy landscape they’d been hugging as they made their escape.

“TAKE HER!” she barked. “TWO OF YOU, GO! THE RES—”

Again, the world around her crystalised.

Knowing rushed in, leant foresight of impending Hell and then—

“CANON FI—”

Too late to block with the Force, too late for anything but a half-screamed warning, a bolt from the darkness tore the air and vaporised the heater where it lay some fifteen feet clear of Rey’s party down a rocky incline. The shockwave of it hitting flattened them, falling rocks killing two outright as they pelted down the cliff face that stretched for what looked like eons above them. The three that survived – two Resistance fighters and their rescuee, thank the Maker – scarpered when Rey pushed them to. They fled north and into the craggy landscape beyond the overhang they’d used as shelter. It was a death trap now, splintered and unstable and Rey, bloodied, wobbly on her legs and trying to shake off disorientation, tumbled all she could away from it in search of safer harbour—

But there wasn’t any.

The world beyond the crags was flat and open – as barren as any Jakku desert. Her only saving grace was the sound of the troop carrier’s engines dying as it landed; as those that’d manned it fanned out across her near surrounds in search of bodies. They’d lost the heater as a beacon now, the crags played havoc with their instrumentation and that awful howling wind that stung Rey’s eyes and reddened her cheeks, that deadened her fingers—It made searching for body heat tricky when the only source that wasn’t haring deeper into the crags lived under four layers of cloth and leather and was steadily being leeched by the elements. Like the bodies of her comrades were—

Grim inspiration came to Rey in a flash.

She hurled herself down as close to the ground as she could get while maintaining some manner of grip under her boots; some purchase which she might leverage to defend herself upon her inevitable discovery. Like a small, feral dunecat crouched in her den, she fixed on the sound of the militiamen approaching through the darkness; fixed on their numbers – five at a minimum, ten more likely; fixed on the fact that she was here not to win, but to buy time for her compatriots, for their rescuee, to escape. And it was with that knowledge between her teeth that she listened as the enemy closed on her position, that she felt the Force sing through her…And that she reached her left arm out blindly towards where she knew Kylo Ren to be.

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“Take it, or I'm going to pull you through." 

Rey’s lips were parted enough that, as she breathed, wisps of vapor escaped into the frigid evening air. She and a small band of Resistance fighters had been on the run for two days now; a rescue gone to plan; an evacuation...not so much. The former hostage was a diplomat of some stripe or other - Rey hadn’t a mind for such things; for politics and the intricate dance it entailed. All she knew was that it was for her and her raggedy band of brothers and sisters to bring them safely into the Resistance’s fold, and they’d been doing a grand job of it when the persons they were stealing this important dignitary back from opened the gates of the Nine Corellian Hells on them.

They’d escaped, barely, gone to ground in the rocky crags surrounding the compound they’d liberated of its captive and stayed there; hidden as best they could be as they snaked their halting way away from who and what now hunted them. This - when Ren found her - would be their third night running. But there was an end in sight. What chatter they’d been able to catch through their comms was positive. There’d be a dropship punching through in the next couple of hours to extract them. All they could do now was hunker down and wait for its signal. 

And hunker down was the descriptor for it. 

The planet they’d traveled to for this mission was in the midst of an unseasonably frigid winter; the kind, Rey’s counterparts told her, that’d freeze even the groundwater below the near-surface. Unused to cooler climes at all, let alone something so extreme as this, even the layers of cloth and leather and cloth again she wore did little to keep the Not-A-Jedi from shivering in her boots as her fellows clustered together round a small battery heater they’d snuck into their survival gear in preparation for just this sort of calamity. They were taking a rest beneath an overhang that shielded them from much of the tearing winds that scoured the landscape. Lighting a fire they couldn’t risk, but clustering as a group of three plus rescuee, while Rey and one other took point ten feet to either side of them -- that worked. They’d rotate the watch as needed; make sure everyone had the chance to warm their hands at least.

I can’t do that

Not a head turned in Rey’s direction as she spoke to answer Ren’s demand. Not a head turned as she inclined hers rightwards slightly, unmoving lips still parted as she breathed and as she looked upon him; haggard and stiff and among his bestrewn weaponry, a steaming offering of what she’d gleaned through a look at it to be some kind of high quality portion-like fare held out to her. Despite all it reminded her of Jakku, of the life she’d now escaped, were she able--

I’m not alone

--she’d have gone for it reflexively. All she could do now though was shift her weight where she crouched on guard, ignore the hunger clawing in her guts and the blasting cold on her uncovered face, flick a glance out across her surrounds in search of danger and then, finding none, curl in on herself once more; her attention turning back to Kylo Ren and his food and his fire. A feeling, envy--

Lucky devil

--rippled through their connection, and she wondered briefly if the Force, somehow, was laughing at her expense. It didn’t occur to Rey in the moment that these concordant glimpses they got of each other - even those that might masquerade as being nothing more than random - often came on during times of need. Be it for counsel, company, insight, something. Need seemed to be their lynch pin. But, half frozen-half starved, the young Not-A-Jedi remained heedless. And grew cheeky too, if only mutedly.

Take a bite

It was a challenge, Rey’s eyes smiling and brows raised as she issued it. She’d lived most of her life out of containers like the one Ren offered her. If she could manage that, surely he’d manage a meal’s-worth.

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Headcanons about Rey - A list so far (with links!)

Shippy? things

Romance

How Rey’s views on romance evolved

Cutlery (spoony-cuddles)

Sex and Rey’s opinions on it

Personal bits/quirks

Things that stuck with her

Scars

Flowers

Music

Having a family

Affection

Sleeping patterns

Things Rey isn’t used to

Social interaction

A moment of great loss

Her hairstyle and how it may change

Down time fun

How Rey learns best

Some little facts

A few more little facts

Yet more little facts

Just a few more little facts

Couple more :3

Physical abnormalities - or the lack thereof

Force-y things

Realisation that something’s…off

Training with Master Luke

That there Force Bond

Force Bonds & Dyads

Superstitions

Rey’s control of the Force

Rey and the Dark Side

Don’t play cards against this woman xP

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two ppl with shared history is the bestest most delicious compelling dynamic in the world... exes. old friends. childhood friends. old friends who are no longer friends. decade long slowburns. multi decade slowburns. etc

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-peers out from her bunker-

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Well bugger me that was a year o.o

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Forgive me that whole-ass disappear I did there, friends. My entire personal life set itself on fire in the interim, though I’m...alive to report that those flames have died off now. And as such, I return to where I was once happy in hopes of finding more of that. More happy.

Join me?

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