[she's not sure what to say about that. it does make her wonder if the other her talked about it to people who weren't him. who could have earned her trust so quickly for her to be able to talk to them about something so personal, so private? she barely liked to think about it as it was, hope crashing down into profound disappointment and hurt.
how could anyone else understand?
and she can't help it when she sees him, her eyes drink him in. scanning from the more casual clothes to the slightly longer hair (which always looked so soft, she wondered if it was as soft as it looked and if the other her had the chance to find out) to the stubble.
he looks different from when she'd last seen him and the same simultaneously and it sent her feeling like someone had grabbed her heart and squeezed.
and she regards his Omen even as her Omen (which has yet to be determined, shhh!) studied him openly]
He's yours. I wouldn't expect him to.
[and her eyes return to him, reaching out with the Force, trying to feel how he felt, if his side of the bond was open even the smallest amount]
All right. [and she sits beside him, far enough to leave a gap but close enough that it could be crossed by extending hands]
What have I gotten myself into? [said frankly, wanting to know the worst and best she could expect at the same time. and maybe definitely the worst and best of Kylo himself, given how long he'd been here]
no subject
[she's not sure what to say about that. it does make her wonder if the other her talked about it to people who weren't him. who could have earned her trust so quickly for her to be able to talk to them about something so personal, so private? she barely liked to think about it as it was, hope crashing down into profound disappointment and hurt.
how could anyone else understand?
and she can't help it when she sees him, her eyes drink him in. scanning from the more casual clothes to the slightly longer hair (which always looked so soft, she wondered if it was as soft as it looked and if the other her had the chance to find out) to the stubble.
he looks different from when she'd last seen him and the same simultaneously and it sent her feeling like someone had grabbed her heart and squeezed.
and she regards his Omen even as her Omen (which has yet to be determined, shhh!) studied him openly]
He's yours. I wouldn't expect him to.
[and her eyes return to him, reaching out with the Force, trying to feel how he felt, if his side of the bond was open even the smallest amount]
All right. [and she sits beside him, far enough to leave a gap but close enough that it could be crossed by extending hands]
What have I gotten myself into? [said frankly, wanting to know the worst and best she could expect at the same time. and maybe
definitelythe worst and best of Kylo himself, given how long he'd been here]