#;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ.

[ofsithings]

Starter for scavxngerprxncess​

“Mʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ –  Iᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ Iғ Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴜɴᴠᴇɪʟ  A ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.                 Sᴏ ʜᴜɢᴇ, sᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ  As ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴇʟʟ...                                 Pᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ                                                                       Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ.” 

                                                                            - ✧ - 

This had become a worst case scenario situation, they were only a small group now at this point, Poe could hear his heartbeat in his ears and his hidden sabers burning holes into his legs as he realized they were past the point of surviving as they all arrived to the rocks that blocked their way of being saved. 

What ensued in those thirty seconds would be burned into the man’s brain for the rest of his life, he called his sabers to his hands and attempted to save them, but he couldn’t. There were too many troopers and Kylo was right behind the next wave. The looks of horror upon the faces of those he loved, knowing they would die without an explanation...it was enough to rip him apart.

He was dizzy and covered in blood when he heard the muffled beeps of his droid as light filled the cave littered with what was left of the Resistance, his wet and red eyes meeting Hazel ones, Rey looked like an angel and he a devil. 

Shots were firing again and a wave of troopers came after her, more than she could handle and he ran to her aid without a thought, slashing at the trooper. He wouldn’t allow her to die, not her too. 

He was buried in his rage, seeing Red as all his pent up power was used against those that tried to hurt them, the Force surrounding him was dark and it drove him past the point of being able to control himself, his killings were cruel and painful. Once the last Trooper fell to the ground, he breathed...looking over at Rey with yellow eyes. Poe was gone, granted he wasn’t sure if he ever existed in the first place, the pilot facade, the idea of the man he wanted to be and the image he craftily cultivated...a mere wish, gone. 

“Rey...are you okay?” His voice layered and dark, the force between them only seeming to accentuate his words.