It seemed like the space of the gardens themselves had no limit. Everything twisted and turned at the whims of its masters. Poe did say this was different, not the same as the mortal realm. A different space entirely, or plane of existence? It was hard to say, but she was grateful to have Finn leading the way, holding her hand and not letting go. She would've expected the Underworld to feel cold, and bleak, but it was warm...homey even.
Part of Rey wondered if that was because of her influence, or if it was something Poe and Finn cultivated together before they welcomed her into their home. A nostalgic feeling filled her, picturing herself walking down the same halls; sometimes with both of her husbands, other times with BeeBee, sometimes with an armful of flowers, and sometimes feeling utterly frustrated with...something? Maybe the mortal realm? Or the souls that entered the Underworld?
Everything she saw looked ethereal and rich. Nothing like the stories and myths she read about as a child, or in her high school days. They entered the suite and her eyes went wide. So much space. So much ornate and elaborate things that were worth more than anything she owned in her tiny flat. More space than she knew what to do--and that was the living area. A shared space between all of them and she wondered what the bedroom looked like.
"My room?" she repeated, making sure she heard him correctly. Rey turned her head to the door itself, felt something stirring in her, wanting to reach out and touch the door to open it....but the feeling was promptly shut down. She wasn't ready to face her past. She was still grappling with the memories she did have and how to cope with the ones she's had all her life--her mortal life. It was hard to reconcile the two, and doubt was starting to creep in.
Did she really deserved any of this? What had she done for it?
She swallowed those feelings down, squeezing Finn's hand to ground her, reassure herself that things were fine.
"No, not tonight. Tomorrow...I don't think I can handle much else for the day." because she would be looking into the past, and comparing herself to a ghost. Yes, they were the same person, but completely different. Different hardships and challenges--and fuck, what if this really was all a big mistake and fall apart within the next few seconds?
Rey briefly looked down, taking in a quick breath to center herself before looking back up.
"Where can I put my bag? Or change?" Because passing out on a bed would be nice right now. Maybe it would give her the chance to absorb everything and deal with it.
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Part of Rey wondered if that was because of her influence, or if it was something Poe and Finn cultivated together before they welcomed her into their home. A nostalgic feeling filled her, picturing herself walking down the same halls; sometimes with both of her husbands, other times with BeeBee, sometimes with an armful of flowers, and sometimes feeling utterly frustrated with...something? Maybe the mortal realm? Or the souls that entered the Underworld?
Everything she saw looked ethereal and rich. Nothing like the stories and myths she read about as a child, or in her high school days. They entered the suite and her eyes went wide. So much space. So much ornate and elaborate things that were worth more than anything she owned in her tiny flat. More space than she knew what to do--and that was the living area. A shared space between all of them and she wondered what the bedroom looked like.
"My room?" she repeated, making sure she heard him correctly. Rey turned her head to the door itself, felt something stirring in her, wanting to reach out and touch the door to open it....but the feeling was promptly shut down. She wasn't ready to face her past. She was still grappling with the memories she did have and how to cope with the ones she's had all her life--her mortal life. It was hard to reconcile the two, and doubt was starting to creep in.
Did she really deserved any of this? What had she done for it?
She swallowed those feelings down, squeezing Finn's hand to ground her, reassure herself that things were fine.
"No, not tonight. Tomorrow...I don't think I can handle much else for the day." because she would be looking into the past, and comparing herself to a ghost. Yes, they were the same person, but completely different. Different hardships and challenges--and fuck, what if this really was all a big mistake and fall apart within the next few seconds?
Rey briefly looked down, taking in a quick breath to center herself before looking back up.
"Where can I put my bag? Or change?" Because passing out on a bed would be nice right now. Maybe it would give her the chance to absorb everything and deal with it.