Night had slowly fallen over the jungle but the celebration didn't end. Finn had been practically trembling in excitement and disbelief that this was all finally over. The war was over.
He'd never lived in a time where he wasn't part of a war.
But no, his mind continued on without him as the party raged on. There would be loose ends to tie up. Much like the Empire, the First (or Final) Order wouldn't go out so quickly and easily. There would still be loyalists or just others with the same ideals eager to make a grab in the vacuum of power. The war wasn't really over. Or maybe it was just easier to think that than to try and imagine what came next. Not better but easier.
Tonight wasn't for dark thoughts about war, though, or it shouldn't be. There was mourning to be had, yes, but a victory to celebrate, too. He had stepped away to watch the celebration from a nearby hill, private and dark but still open, almost enough to claim he hadn't really left the party already. He was just trying to process. Rey, Poe, and Rose were alive and the war was... over.
He'd barely seen Rose, who mingled with everyone else almost seamlessly. Rey, who had many admirers now, walked through the crowd in fits and starts since people were pulling her towards them at every other step. Finn would probably save her later. And Poe-... Poe was certainly mingling, notching up his charm as high as it would go and flashing that smile at nearly anyone who would look at him. Finn knew what he was doing and, even if he was frowning about it, he could hardly blame his friend for not wanting to be alone tonight.
Though, right now, he couldn't find Poe's curly hair in the sea of people. Finn just sighed, relaxing against a tree, and watched as Rey tried yet again to awkwardly stumble through accepting more praise.
Post-TROS Victory Party
He'd never lived in a time where he wasn't part of a war.
But no, his mind continued on without him as the party raged on. There would be loose ends to tie up. Much like the Empire, the First (or Final) Order wouldn't go out so quickly and easily. There would still be loyalists or just others with the same ideals eager to make a grab in the vacuum of power. The war wasn't really over. Or maybe it was just easier to think that than to try and imagine what came next. Not better but easier.
Tonight wasn't for dark thoughts about war, though, or it shouldn't be. There was mourning to be had, yes, but a victory to celebrate, too. He had stepped away to watch the celebration from a nearby hill, private and dark but still open, almost enough to claim he hadn't really left the party already. He was just trying to process. Rey, Poe, and Rose were alive and the war was... over.
He'd barely seen Rose, who mingled with everyone else almost seamlessly. Rey, who had many admirers now, walked through the crowd in fits and starts since people were pulling her towards them at every other step. Finn would probably save her later. And Poe-... Poe was certainly mingling, notching up his charm as high as it would go and flashing that smile at nearly anyone who would look at him. Finn knew what he was doing and, even if he was frowning about it, he could hardly blame his friend for not wanting to be alone tonight.
Though, right now, he couldn't find Poe's curly hair in the sea of people. Finn just sighed, relaxing against a tree, and watched as Rey tried yet again to awkwardly stumble through accepting more praise.