flightforfreedom: (let me fix your shirt sir)
Poe "Fite Me" Dameron ([personal profile] flightforfreedom) wrote in [community profile] lina_musebox 2019-07-21 05:17 am (UTC)

"Yeah. I mean - we basically just had a pre-fab box set up in the middle of the jungle, so. Not a hard thing to emulate."

Displacement.

Poe frowned deeply, but didn't know what to say to that. So he just... went inside. It was a deeply disconcerting feeling, wandering around. He went to each room, and the evidence was all too clear. He lived here. Even just the way he left his supplies in the bathroom - even though the supplies were all foreign - the set up was familiar. But there was a second set, next to his.

It was his bedroom that was the strangest.

It was shared, quite obviously, but there was a desk on one side and what looked like dozens of ship models suspended from the ceiling, with a couple still unfinished on the desk. They looked like the kind of things he used to build as a kid - his dad trying to help him but with no real idea, both of them wishing his mom was still alive to help. He reached out, running his fingers along a wing, but...

"... I don't even recognize any of these craft," he murmured. "I cared enough about them to spend hundreds of hours building these, and now I don't even know what they are."

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