faderift | [semi-open] I will be your shining light

WHO: Rey, Obi-Wan, open
WHAT: a reunion, and open
WHEN: after the rifters get to Kirkwall, and throughout Cloudreach.
WHERE: the docks, the Gallows
NOTES: will add if they become relevant

The Docks - Obi-Wan

Rey is tired after the trip to Orlais and looking forward to taking a bath and sleeping in her own bed for a change. But she can't help opening her senses as she disembarks, feeling out the Force, looking for Ben. What she doesn't expect is to sense someone else, someone she had grimly accepted she would never feel again.

She stops where she stands, Padawan looking at her quizzically as she freezes, trying to zero in on where he is. Obi-Wan.

When she determines the direction she takes off running down the docks, the Force guiding her. She catches sight of him and pushes herself faster, even as her vision blurs from tears welling in her eyes. She doesn't slow down until she crashes into him, throwing her arms around him with a sob. She's been so unsure of so much lately, but she can't help the profound relief washing over her as she feels the presence of her master once again.

Open - Training yard

She's back to one lightsaber, not that she minds. It's easier to control one than two, and she's more comfortable this way. The lightsaber that she had come to think of as hers in her hand, her first line of defense against demons and whatever else stands in her way.

For the moment she's running through her forms, things she learned under Obi-Wan, and a few she'd improvised, modified from Kylo Ren's fighting style. She holds the ignited saber in front of her, sweeping it in a slow arc, pacing her breathing, before speeding up, taking herself through motions she's practiced what feels like a thousand times, now.

Her chosen training spot is a little out of the way, but the low hum of the saber usually attracts some attention.

Open - Rey's Workshop

Often in the evenings, unless Rey is working on something or wanting private time, she'll leave the door to her room open so that Padawan can come and go, and so that others who might need her services can pop in. Or just so friends can pop in. The usual organized chaos of her room stands regardless of the day, and she is usually sitting at her desk, bent over something or another.

Her current project is another series of mini trebuchets that can be used in the obstacle course, and they sit around her desk in a varied state of disarray, some fully constructed, others waiting to be finished. She will look up when someone walks in, and if it's someone she doesn't recognize her tools will go down and she'll stand, asking who they are. If it's a friend they'll just get a smile and a wave as Rey finishes whatever she's in the middle of doing. She can talk and tinker, she's good at multitasking.

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"It's new for me too, trust me." The green glow lit up her face just as much as it did his. When he lifts his hand to frame her face his shard joins hers, the green glow lighting up the space between them. The eerie green had made his stomach knot with terror when he'd first arrived. It had made him remember Luke, standing over him like a grim reaper with his blade drawn over him where he'd slept.

Now it didn't frighten him. Nothing could frighten him when it came to Rey. She brought him peace, chasing away what fears he had. He'd never known anyone to love an ugly monster like him and it brought him hope that all wasn't completely lost for him, that his soul wasn't lost after everything he'd done and was still capable of doing.

The way he looked at her now was with the same awe he'd felt when seeing her hold his grandfather's lightsaber - now her lightsaber - in the forest, snow falling around them in giant fluffy flakes that wet their hair and their cheeks. He felt like he was seeing her for the first time, just as he had back then.

"It's like - it feels like the Force. We don't control it, we just move with it." Yet he had tried a time or two to bend the Force, and all things in his life, to his will. He couldn't bend this to his will. He was already too far out under the tide.

The look on his face is overwhelming in itself. The feeling of his emotions, his words, mixing in the air around them and through them with hers. She doesn't know what to say to him, the feeling like she knows but is also scared sits heavy on her chest and makes it so she can't speak.

She stares back at him, her eyes drinking in the sight of him, so close that their breaths are one and she can feel his heart beating against her chest. Maybe she doesn't need words right now, because neither one of them excels with words. So she lifts her head to meet his lips with hers, ignoring the bruised and swollen feeling of them, simply wanting nothing more than to express that she feels that too. That this thing between them is like the Force.

He can feel it when she stares at him, that there's something she wants to say. He can sense what it is, even if it doesn't leave her mouth. He wants to tell her that he feels the same, I know is on the tip of his tongue and left unsaid as her mouth crashes against his. Unbidden, a moan slips past his lips as he embraces her, pressing her impossibly further against the soft expanse of his bed.

His brows knit together as he struggles to convey what he won't say. Large hands sliding up and down her back, he eventually gives up trying to find the words and focuses on kissing her over and over - they didn't need the words when they'd already sworn to one another they would never be alone again.

"Rey," he whispers her name between kisses, their combined heat actually becoming enough to make his hands feel sweaty as he digs his fingers into the back of her shirt. Surely she feels it too. It wasn't just an outward feeling of being impossibly warm. Inside he felt as if he was engulfed in a fever pitch, his veins alight with it wherever she touched him.

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She's only been fully submerged in water once in her life, and it had been a terrifying moment, when she hadn't been sure which way was up and if she'd be able to get there. She feels much the same, now, like she's drowning in him as he presses her into the mattress, enveloping her. The difference is this time she doesn't struggle to find the surface, but dives deeper. Her arms wrap around him and hold him as he holds her, like if they let go the moment might never come to them again.

Each time he whispers her name she answers with his name, her back arching up against his body in what is an entirely subconscious way. She feels the heat between them, wishing she hadn't worn the pants under her tunic. Though part of her knows that that wouldn't entirely help, this heat is burning from within them both.

He swallows thickly, feeling the same as she does: submerged and unwilling to rise back up out of it. His hands move automatically to her upper thighs as the thought flashes across his mind from hers - that it's too hot and whatever this is between them is devouring the both of them in a heat they can't slow down.

Her back lifting up slightly beneath him brings her flush against him, drawing another needy sound from him as his hands hook under her knees to align their hips against each other. A shiver passes down his spine and he fights the urge to cant his hips against hers, teeth dragging against her bottom lip as he registers the need for self control he isn't sure he has.

Finally unable to bear the swelling heat, he retreats enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere to the floor as he struggles to breathe. His arms wrap around her again and he buries his face into the curve of her neck.

There's a voice in the back of her mind telling her to back off and put some distance between them, but it's going largely ignored as he hikes her legs up around his waist and she locks them there, hooking her heels in against the back of his calves. The pressure she feels building between them only seems more intense as she exhales in tiny sighs each time his body shifts a little or his teeth drag against her lip.

Him pulling away to tear off his shirt gives her a moment to breathe too, and she takes several deep breaths of air as he buries his face into her neck. She carefully unwraps her legs from his, her hands settling against his warm shoulders.

"We should probably get some sleep. I don't know what time it is but I usually like to get an early start." That probably won't be happening, now. She can function on little sleep, but not no sleep.

"Mm. Wouldn't want you missing out on things to fix." He was teasing, letting their slowly evening breaths lull him as his eyes fall shut. He shifts himself in bed so that he isn't crushing her beneath him - not that she seemed to mind several seconds ago. His arms stay wrapped around her and his face buried in her warmth.

Already he could feel the weight of sleep creeping up on him as she points it out. Whether or not she might wake up as early as she likes is debatable, but he planned to sleep beside her as long as she allowed him to.

Rey thumps her fist lightly against his shoulder in response to his teasing, a slow smile spreading across her face as she adjusts to the way he moved, wiggling around a little until she's comfortable. His weight is oddly soothing against her, and now that they aren't working themselves into a fervor she can feel how exhausted she is, the dark settling in around her.

One of her hands stays buried in his hair, the other on his back, anchoring her to him. She feels safe and content, wrapped in his arms. It's a strange feeling, but one she's happy to drift to sleep on.

[semi-open] I will be your shining light

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