It was a good plan, all things considered. Or it could have been, if Poe was at all good at taking things slowly.
He did try, though.
He took several hours to go and just think about how to approach her. But the more he thought about it, the more his heart got all tangled up, and the more his imagination was running away with him. He sat under her tree and ran his fingers over one of the orange leaves she made for him again and again.
It was a good plan. It was. If she married them, they could give her complete freedom. Her mother wouldn't be able to tell her what to do or where to go. He wouldn't even -- He wouldn't even bar her from taking other lovers, if she wanted, having children with - other gods, or other mortals-- He didn't like the idea, it made something squirm uncomfortably in his chest -- but the last thing he wanted to was imprison her. Surely he could get that across? And maybe, if they helped her gain her freedom, she would see Finn the way that Poe saw him, and fall in love, and make him so happy--
He swallowed, looking up at the tree. Surely there was a way to prove to her that they wanted to make that effort, for her? Something he could do to show that it wasn't all words--
Hours later, he had it. He was exhausted - he'd never been this tired in all existence, and it showed. The curls that usually floated and bounced perfectly from his forehead were pressed to his skin. He was breathing hard, his hands shaking a little as they clutched his hard won prize, searching through the halls for her.
"Rey?" He called as he came up to the doors of her rooms. "Rey, if I may speak with you--"
Goddess AU: Poe tries to Woo Rey with Fruit
It was a good plan, all things considered. Or it could have been, if Poe was at all good at taking things slowly.
He did try, though.
He took several hours to go and just think about how to approach her. But the more he thought about it, the more his heart got all tangled up, and the more his imagination was running away with him. He sat under her tree and ran his fingers over one of the orange leaves she made for him again and again.
It was a good plan. It was. If she married them, they could give her complete freedom. Her mother wouldn't be able to tell her what to do or where to go. He wouldn't even -- He wouldn't even bar her from taking other lovers, if she wanted, having children with - other gods, or other mortals-- He didn't like the idea, it made something squirm uncomfortably in his chest -- but the last thing he wanted to was imprison her. Surely he could get that across? And maybe, if they helped her gain her freedom, she would see Finn the way that Poe saw him, and fall in love, and make him so happy--
He swallowed, looking up at the tree. Surely there was a way to prove to her that they wanted to make that effort, for her? Something he could do to show that it wasn't all words--
Hours later, he had it. He was exhausted - he'd never been this tired in all existence, and it showed. The curls that usually floated and bounced perfectly from his forehead were pressed to his skin. He was breathing hard, his hands shaking a little as they clutched his hard won prize, searching through the halls for her.
"Rey?" He called as he came up to the doors of her rooms. "Rey, if I may speak with you--"