[ Attached please find a picture of Rey, very obviously in some state of undress but wrapped in a blanket from head to toe. From beneath the hood of the blanket, she's squinting one eye and peering into the lens of the camera. ]
[ And so she does, a little bleary eyed but grinning very stupidly ]
Hello. [ Said in that weird, kind of grandiose way drunk people speak in when they're trying to not be as drunk as they are but are incredibly pleased with something at the same time. ]
( Oh, so that grandiose way that makes you think you sound totally normal but only makes you sound that much more drunk to the person on the other end? Perfect. Kylo at least has had the decency to shower -- obvious given the state of his hair. Is he wearing a shirt? Who's to say.
He narrows his eyes, although with more fondness than contempt. )
[ She's not too drunk to miss that look on his face, and it only makes her smile all the wider and sillier. Damn his stupid face and rumpled hair.
Then everything shifts to the side, including Rey's image before, she realized what had happened and righted the communicator so that she can lay on her side in front of it. ]
Somebody dropped something. It was terrible because it was cake, but it was hilarious because they panicked and stepped in it.
( Okay well that's unfair. All that smiling and shifting. Legitimately unfair. But somehow not totally distracting so there is some approximation of a laugh. More like an exhale but it's there if you squint. )
[ She's never heard him do that before, and damn it all if it's not the best thing ever. When she laughs it's far more obvious, shaking her head, the hood falling away, and her loose hair framing the sides of her face because life is unfair sweetie, pony up. ]
No, but it hurt my heart deeply. [ Leaning into the camera, her eyes widen with grave sincerity. ] Deeply.
i only have so many until i get to grumpy territory
( It's been a long time since he's heard himself do that so her response might be as warranted as his own except that he doesn't have a response because the sensory memory of her hair threading through his fingers and punching him in the gut first thing in the morning is overwhelming as soon as he sees it. Felucia is both in the far away past and distant present, and he is momentarily preoccupied with the sticky, humid memory of it.
The forgiving thing about a video communique is that it's difficult to figure out where the other person is looking, so his preoccupation with her mouth might not be as obvious. )
Mhm. [ Her response was hummed out quietly while she watched him, her hand resting against her check so she can prop herself up some. ]
Where do you want to go right now? I'll meet you. [ She's drunk and a little sleepy-eyed but indisputably sincere. Rey meant it when she called this – the distance, the mutually feigned interest in opposition – stupid. She'd think so sober too, though perhaps wouldn't have been quite so cavalier about expressing such. ]
( Her mouth is only slightly less interesting than the shifting of sheets, if only because that movement belies an intimacy he has not been anticipating, despite prior circumstances. There is also something exhilarating in knowing that he is the only one she's seeking out in this moment, when there are undoubtedly numerous individuals who would lap up the opportunity. )
No, you won't. ( It isn't a dare but, rather, a piece of advice. One of them has to be some semblance of a voice of reason, and it's clear that the one not talking about trash TV and fried chicken is going to have to be the one. Still, though - he leans forward, one hand wrapped around his comm. ) But. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
[ Groaning at the unrequested advice Rey rolled onto her back, her face visible in profile for a moment while she stares up at the ceiling, one bare, freckled shoulder coming into view as the blanket moves as she does. ]
That's stupid, and– [ Turning back to face him, her expression softened seeing him leaning in slightly. This was something like the closeness that had tugged them both to Felucia in the first place, and while when sober it made her antsy and uncertain, right now she's free to just enjoy it for what it is; caring without the reluctance that normally cloaks the urge. ] Tython, or somewhere with lakes and good trees and rocks to climb. Where would you go?
( Well this is a stupid response but he's going to say it anyway because he's stupid and the image of that one bare, freckled shoulder is going to be burned into his brain for the rest of his life - )
Tython. ( Maybe it's taking advantage of her intoxication - although he's never claimed to be even a halfway decent person - but he's unabashed in the way he takes in the poorly illuminated angles of her face: the hollows underneath her eyes, thrown by the light of the communicator; the splatter of freckles over the rise of one cheekbone not totally dissipated into shadow; the lone ring of green hanging in the brown of her eyes, solidly aglow in the contrast between his call and the darkness of the room beyond. The bow of her mouth, and the memory of it against his own. )
Wherever you want to go. ( Pause. ) As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent.
[ Rey's heart did a little flip, but instead of the wide stupid smile she had ready for him when she answered his call, this time it's a much softer expression, her eyes fluttering half-closed as she studied the planes of his face through her eyelashes. It was impossible to think of anything beyond the last time she'd had the chance to watch him in person - another reason out of a growing list as to why this was so very stupid. ]
You'll go anywhere I want? [ One eyebrow rose, her eyes flashing in a drowsy challenge. ]
As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent. ( This is important, all things considered, and bears repeating. Never mind that it's easier to parrot than it is to come up with original statements.
So, so stupid.
He'll just. Get up. And do anything else other than sit there because there is a thread of anxious energy running like an electrical current underneath his skin. )
[ Rey breathed out a laugh as he repeated the lone sticking point to what is otherwise utterly insane. The trouble was, was that it was all insane. They had tried so hard to be enemies. They'd beaten their head against that wall of ]
Tython. [ Her turn to echo herself, watching as the image of him shifted while he moved around. Rey narrowed her eyes and lifted the communicator up from where she propped it holding it above her so that she could look up at it while she stayed laying down. ] Right now?
( One of them has to be the sane one, so it might as well be the sober one. )
You're already intoxicated. Why add reckless to the equation?
( He sits, this time on a cot jutting from the wall of the shuttle he's currently occupying. He props the comm on a side table so that they are more or less facing one another, wrists braced on his knees, nearly leveling with her. )
taylor swift is somewhere killing us softly with her song
You want me to ask you when I wake up. [ Lifting herself slightly as she narrowed her eyes Rey searched Kylo's face before she nodded slightly as if confirming that for herself. ] You do.
[ Rey rolled back onto her side and propped the comm once more, adjusting the blanket after it slipped down past her collarbone, for decency's sake. Her lips parted as though she meant to speak but she hesitated, her face falling as she looked down at the bed beneath her. ] Would you even tell me you'd go anywhere with me if I hadn't been drinking?
( That particular throwback does not go unnoticed, and the expression on his face should be enough to discredit that specific question but just in case there was any doubt - )
I could ask you the same question. ( Because, at this point, they both know the nuances and accuracy of that particular inquiry, but maybe right now he's the only one who understands the severity of both the question itself and the answer. The angle now, though, is interesting, and he chews the inside of his cheek, eyeing her clavicle under the blanket almost warily. ) I would confidently put money on 'no.'
And if I wake up on Tython tomorrow? [ Rey's eyes go wide briefly, a flash of a challenge before it's gone again. ]
You'll know where I am. [ It's an invitation wrapped in her own rumination. Though the haze of drink softened the sharp edges that existed at absolutely all points of the thing that existed between them, Rey knew however hazily that they existed. She understood why he would step around the invitation, but she was not sober enough to care much about stopping her penchant for pressing at it ]
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How much have you had to drink?
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Don't.
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LMAO I'M DYING
Hello. [ Said in that weird, kind of grandiose way drunk people speak in when they're trying to not be as drunk as they are but are incredibly pleased with something at the same time. ]
AREN'T WE ALL.
He narrows his eyes, although with more fondness than contempt. )
Hello. Why were you laughing so hard?
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Then everything shifts to the side, including Rey's image before, she realized what had happened and righted the communicator so that she can lay on her side in front of it. ]
Somebody dropped something. It was terrible because it was cake, but it was hilarious because they panicked and stepped in it.
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I genuinely hope you didn't still eat it.
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No, but it hurt my heart deeply. [ Leaning into the camera, her eyes widen with grave sincerity. ] Deeply.
i only have so many until i get to grumpy territory
The forgiving thing about a video communique is that it's difficult to figure out where the other person is looking, so his preoccupation with her mouth might not be as obvious. )
Were you celebrating?
bless his sulky exquisite face tho
Where do you want to go right now? I'll meet you. [ She's drunk and a little sleepy-eyed but indisputably sincere. Rey meant it when she called this – the distance, the mutually feigned interest in opposition – stupid. She'd think so sober too, though perhaps wouldn't have been quite so cavalier about expressing such. ]
and his butt
No, you won't. ( It isn't a dare but, rather, a piece of advice. One of them has to be some semblance of a voice of reason, and it's clear that the one not talking about trash TV and fried chicken is going to have to be the one. Still, though - he leans forward, one hand wrapped around his comm. ) But. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
oh how she covets the booty
That's stupid, and– [ Turning back to face him, her expression softened seeing him leaning in slightly. This was something like the closeness that had tugged them both to Felucia in the first place, and while when sober it made her antsy and uncertain, right now she's free to just enjoy it for what it is; caring without the reluctance that normally cloaks the urge. ] Tython, or somewhere with lakes and good trees and rocks to climb. Where would you go?
booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere
Tython. ( Maybe it's taking advantage of her intoxication - although he's never claimed to be even a halfway decent person - but he's unabashed in the way he takes in the poorly illuminated angles of her face: the hollows underneath her eyes, thrown by the light of the communicator; the splatter of freckles over the rise of one cheekbone not totally dissipated into shadow; the lone ring of green hanging in the brown of her eyes, solidly aglow in the contrast between his call and the darkness of the room beyond. The bow of her mouth, and the memory of it against his own. )
Wherever you want to go. ( Pause. ) As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent.
a star wars story
You'll go anywhere I want? [ One eyebrow rose, her eyes flashing in a drowsy challenge. ]
baby just say yes
As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent. ( This is important, all things considered, and bears repeating. Never mind that it's easier to parrot than it is to come up with original statements.
So, so stupid.
He'll just. Get up. And do anything else other than sit there because there is a thread of anxious energy running like an electrical current underneath his skin. )
And no sarlaccs.
LMAO I CAN'T. WHAT DID YOU DO HERE
Tython. [ Her turn to echo herself, watching as the image of him shifted while he moved around. Rey narrowed her eyes and lifted the communicator up from where she propped it holding it above her so that she could look up at it while she stayed laying down. ] Right now?
i claim no responsibility
You're already intoxicated. Why add reckless to the equation?
( He sits, this time on a cot jutting from the wall of the shuttle he's currently occupying. He props the comm on a side table so that they are more or less facing one another, wrists braced on his knees, nearly leveling with her. )
taylor swift is somewhere killing us softly with her song
[ Rey rolled back onto her side and propped the comm once more, adjusting the blanket after it slipped down past her collarbone, for decency's sake. Her lips parted as though she meant to speak but she hesitated, her face falling as she looked down at the bed beneath her. ] Would you even tell me you'd go anywhere with me if I hadn't been drinking?
YOU'RE NOT MY HOMELAND ANYMORE
I could ask you the same question. ( Because, at this point, they both know the nuances and accuracy of that particular inquiry, but maybe right now he's the only one who understands the severity of both the question itself and the answer. The angle now, though, is interesting, and he chews the inside of his cheek, eyeing her clavicle under the blanket almost warily. ) I would confidently put money on 'no.'
KYLO HAD A MARVELOUS TIME RUINING EVERYTHING
You'll know where I am. [ It's an invitation wrapped in her own rumination. Though the haze of drink softened the sharp edges that existed at absolutely all points of the thing that existed between them, Rey knew however hazily that they existed. She understood why he would step around the invitation, but she was not sober enough to care much about stopping her penchant for pressing at it ]
but it would have been fun if rey would've been the one
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a little tag before driving
overnights some diego your way
that diego is such a heathen
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burns it all down
lights an xmas fire with this wine
WHY I HAVE THIS ICON FOR 500 ALEX
what is the christmas spirit
idk didn't taylor swift sing about it
funnily enough i listened to her christmas song this morning
they should go to a life day tree farm.
and then have a christmast vacation experience immediately following
ben but in antlers.
the chanel antlers
only the most elegant choice
like his uncle before him
i'm the worst i know