Rey Skywalker

Rey was taking it easy tonight, which meant that she was curled up on the two little box corner sofas she'd pushed together to make a large chair, reading over some of the Jedi texts. Sure, she could do something like go to bed early and rest up after a busy few days, but she knew that wasn't going to happen so in reality she was going to start studying, look at a clock in four hours and realize how late it was, and then regret that tomorrow morning.

It was this or have concerns about the coming weekend, and she definitely wasn't trying to do that.


[For one!]

It was going to be a fairly quick trip. Since Rey was refusing to let anyone but herself and Chewie behind the controls of the Falon she got the call earlier in the week to come back for a mission, and since it involved some things that were not strictly legal, she'd asked Duke to come along. It should be in and out, no big deal, back after the weekend.

They'd portaled to the temporary base on the ice planet of Tah'Nuhna and had just enough time to make some introductions before they had to get going. It was a little strange to say hello and goodbye to people in the span of a few minutes, but that seemed to be how life was going out here. And maybe there'd be a little more time later before they had to get back to Fandom. After all, this should be easy enough.


[For the pro.]

Last night Rey had gone to bed thinking she'd wake up having to say tearful goodbyes to her best friend as he left to go be a duke somewhere, which probably would have involved not talking about feelings right until she jumped in a handy lifeboat and chased after him or something.

What actually happened this morning was that Rey was very much herself, wearing Duke's shirt, and curled up against him. Her first thought as she began to wake up was that she was comfortable, and that maybe she should actually get her own bed, and... wait.


[For the guy whose bed/boat it is!]